Cheng Miao looked strangely at the girl who was dangling her feet on the bed and eating an egg happily. Qi Jiajia was really a very divided person.
Smart, agile, and able to think about the loopholes in copies.
But he is very mentally unstable. Sometimes he is more well-behaved than ordinary children of the same age, and sometimes he is just like a pervert.
More often than not, as long as something goes against her will, she will be like an over-inflated ball, exploding with a bang, injuring herself and those around her.
From Qi Jiajia's occasionally normal behavior and dress, it is certain that she comes from a very wealthy family.
Didn't her parents discover the problem with their daughter? It seems that Qi Jiajia has not received psychological counseling.
The eggs still had no taste, but in the next few days, Qi Jiajia would find an egg on the bedside table every day, and she would eat the egg cleanly without saying anything.
There is nothing to do to kill time in Tongpu. Everyone is still a newcomer, some of them have poor endurance, and they are still a little bit confused.
There are also people who are very wary of everyone and don't know what is going on in the dungeon. They yell whenever someone comes near.
Therefore, although there was a lot of noise in the Tongpu, there was no chatter and heart-to-heart talk. It was more of helpless venting of one's own fate.
Only Cheng Miao walked on time every day to chat with Brother Cockroach. From time to time, he could hear A Cockroach shaking with anger and screaming for Cheng Miao to get away and stop trying to take advantage.
At this time, Qi Jiajia would think of SpongeBob, who was angry with Mr. Krabs, scolding Patrick in a sharp voice.
Qi Jiajia followed him like a little tail every day, but she couldn't say anything nice. When Cheng Miao retorted, sometimes she would be expressionless and pull her pigtails in anger, but sometimes she would be more happy to surround Cheng Miao.
Over and over again, never tired of it.
Cheng Miao looked at Qi Jiajia, whose hair was getting messier and messier, and said, "Why don't you just wear it? If you enter the dungeon like this, who will know whether you are a player or a female ghost?"
Qi Jiajia was also helpless. No matter how disgusting and disgusting she was, she was still wearing those dirty clothes.
Cheng Miao is so good at making money. He can earn as much as two or three ordinary people after one book, and he can barely keep up.
If you use your points to buy clothes and accidentally fall behind, everyone will have disappeared. Where can you find them?
Cheng Miao couldn't bear to look at Qi Jiajia's previously oily pigtails, which looked like a chicken coop.
Qi Jiajia is also a person who cares about her appearance. At this time, an aura of lovelessness spread around her.
"No matter what I do, I don't know how to prick." Cheng Miao shrugged, but don't embarrass her, she really doesn't know how.
Qi Jiajia didn't know what she was thinking. She laughed again as she thought about it, her cat eyes narrowed, "You try?"
"..."
Twenty minutes later, Qi Jiajia had a high ponytail on her head. She looked much more energetic, but it was tied too tightly and her round cat eyes were hanging up.
"...I just said it would be better for someone else to help you." Cheng Miao felt guilty looking at Qi Jiajia, who looked like a Peking Opera actress.
"No need," Qi Jiajia stretched out her hand and tugged on her headband. She felt that her scalp was looser and her eyes returned to normal, "It's fine."
Feeling the eyes of others, Cheng Miao turned around and saw a middle-aged woman sitting not far away, still looking frequently in Qi Jiajia's direction.
Seeing the endless love and pity in the aunt's eyes, Cheng Miao probably thought for a moment and said, "No, that kind of aunt is suitable for you."
"I asked around that day. If you complete the dungeon, you will have a chance to change the destination for free. If you want to change it after you reach the destination, you will have to pay."
Qi Jiajia followed Cheng Miao's gaze, and her aunt's eyes lit up, as if she saw her beloved daughter reunited after a long separation, and her eye circles turned red.
Qi Jiajia looked at her aunt indifferently and shook her head, "I'm not suitable for her. It will only be more dangerous for us to be together."
Oh, the yandere naughty kid was suddenly transformed?
I don't know what kind of expression Qi Jiajia made, but the aunt who was still looking motherly suddenly turned around with a pale face as if she had seen a ghost.
Qi Jiajia opened her mouth and said, "Look, I said she is not good and she is too timid to die."
Okay, not really.
Cheng Miao twitched the corner of her mouth, "I'm overthinking it. With your temper, no one can stand it except your parents."
Qi Jiajia lay on the bed with a smile on her face. She did not mention the sadness of her relatives at all, but instead hummed an unknown tune.
The tune repeats those same tunes over and over again, sounding monotonous and weird.
Cheng Miao did not take care of Qi Jiajia, who was ill. He closed the bed curtain and counted the sheep for a while.
Not only could I not fall asleep, but I was drooling over the roasted whole lamb in my mind.
Turning over and sitting up, Cheng Miao took out the "fish bone dagger" and played with it in the dim light. This dagger was the reward for clearing the previous instance, but it was a bit sloppy.
The luster of the fish bones, estimated to be seven or eight inches long, was visible, and the top was very sharp. The bottom was randomly tied with Mother Bear's hemp rope to look like a handle.
Although it is called a dagger, it does not look like a blade because of its thin fish bones. Instead, it looks like a simplified version of the Emei thorn.
Cheng Miao tried it and found it easy, and it was not easy to hurt herself. I swung the tip of the dagger against the table and found that it was quite sharp, but it couldn't cut anything. It could only poke a small hole with the tip.
...Cheng Miao looked at the row of small holes on the bedside table and fell into deep thought.
"The dungeon will be entered in a few minutes." Qi Jiajia said outside the curtain of Cheng Miao's bed. She is good at this. Although she does whatever she wants, she still has boundaries for certain things, such as privacy.
"Don't trust anyone easily after entering the dungeon," Cheng Miao opened the curtain and looked at Qi Jiajia. He figured it would be good if she didn't hurt others, and added, "Try to survive."
The game is fair to everyone. Each copy is in line with the individual level and will not exceed the player's own ability.
If Qi Jiajia wants to come back alive, she can only rely on herself. This is the case for this game, and it will be the same for every game in the future. The same is true for Qi Jiajia, and the same is true for Cheng Miao.
They are all dancers on a tightrope between cliffs, with no chance of failure.
Qi Jiajia raised her head and glanced at Cheng Miao. The bright and dim light made her cat eyes particularly beautiful. She said something in a weak voice, but before she could hear it clearly, Cheng Miao's vision went dark.
When I opened my eyes again, the familiar street was no longer in front of me. Instead, I saw a towering building with an unremarkable appearance. There were dense banyan trees on both sides, and the breeze was blowing. If it wasn't in the dungeon, it would be a place. A pleasant place to be.
Cheng Miao looked around and saw that there were 8 people this time, but Qi Jiajia was not there. Cheng Miao followed the crowd as they approached the building.
"Library?" A tall, bearded man at the front muttered something strangely. Cheng Miao followed his line of sight and looked at it. Yes, there was a plaque hung neatly in the middle, " Knowledge Library”.
