"Kill!"
"Run quickly, the Yellow Turban Thief is coming!"
"Daddy~ let me go - uh uh..."
At 1:30 in the morning, Chu Mougou, who had been struggling in bed for a long time, entered the instance again.
After experiencing two dungeons, Chu Xin could hear the yellow scarf thief's killing cry every time he closed his eyes, and he had completely lost sleep. In total, it is better to go in and clear the dungeon, and at least get half an hour of deep sleep, which is better than tossing and turning in bed unable to fall asleep.
It was a failed attempt to pretend to be dead last time, but Chu Xin learned the lesson this time and went out early to blend in with the fleeing crowd.
"Hahaha, go to hell!" The thin yellow scarf thief grinned ferociously, raised the long-handled dung ladle in his hand, and smashed it down, drawing a stinking trajectory in the air.
Chu Xin, who was running ahead, was already prepared. He took this stinky attack forcefully and with a groan, he fell to the ground and stopped moving.
Is this dead?
The yellow scarf thief didn't come back to his senses, and he didn't hit his head. His eyes suddenly lit up, as if he thought of the bowl of talisman water he drank after joining the rebel army.
Believe in the great virtuous teacher, you are indeed right!
Chu Xin lay on the ground, not even daring to vent her anger, waiting for the yellow scarf thief behind her to leave. This bunch of rioters won't check and finish the damage one by one like the army, they will just burn, kill and loot in a swarm. It's fine if they get past the limelight.
Unexpectedly, Chu Xin suddenly felt several hands touching her body, saying, "No, don't, you can't do it there!"
After trying hard to hold it in, Chu Xin burst out laughing.
"Damn it, don't slap me in the face!" Chu Xin only had time to hold her head before Chu Xin was attacked wildly by the Yellow Turban thieves.
"Bang! Bang! Poof!"
Chu Xin felt cold again.
"Tip, congratulations on surviving for 7 minutes and 23 seconds. I'm sorry, but you still didn't survive long enough."
"This dungeon score: 1; dungeon record points: none; reward: none; consumption duration: 00:30:00."
………
Come again!
………
"Tip, congratulations on surviving for 5 minutes and 33 seconds. You are very courageous, but you are still not strong enough."
"This dungeon score: 1; dungeon record points: none; reward: none; consumption duration: 00:30:00."
Chu Xin chose to attack the Yellow Turban thief head-on, but before he could beat the enemy to death, he was pushed to the ground by the crowd and beaten to death by a variety of weapons.
………
Damn it, I can’t believe it!
………
"Tip, congratulations on surviving for 3 minutes and 16 seconds. Come on, I hope it will be tomorrow."
"This dungeon score: 0; dungeon record points: none; reward: none; consumption duration: 00:30:00."
………
This night passed very quickly. Chu Xin tried various methods such as pretending to be dead, resisting, and escaping, but the dungeon score never exceeded 5, and the dungeon record points were not obtained at all.
It's not like he didn't kill the Yellow Turban thieves along the way, but unfortunately, these rioters were not recognized as the official Yellow Turban Army, and they could not gain any achievement points for killing them.
After being killed 11 times in total, Chu Xin gradually figured out something. It was not just his fault. He could tell the feeling of being hit by farm tools with his eyes closed.
Among these 11 times, the furthest one lasted him more than an hour. By killing a yellow turban thief, he got the opponent's yellow turban, and he stayed around for more than 40 minutes. Unfortunately, when he was shouting slogans, his flaw was exposed, and he was treated as a spy and hung up.
After dying so many times, Chu Xin discovered that each time he entered a dungeon, the time consumed was a stable half hour. No matter how long he spent in it, only half an hour had passed in reality.
Moreover, many of his methods were restricted in the dungeon, and the only thing he could use was some vague basic sword skills. This was a bit of sword skills that he had learned by himself, rather than advanced basic sword skills obtained through collaboration.
At this time, the sky was getting brighter, and Chu Xin could vaguely hear the sound of Ding Xiu practicing his sword outside.
He lay on the bed, feeling like he was in another world, and it took him a while to recover.
Looking at the time, Chu Xin was in a daze. Was this night just gone?
It felt like a movie was fast forwarding. The whole night was fast forwarded in a few clicks. He felt as if it was dawn not long after he lay down.
But physically, Chu Xin didn't feel too tired, as if she was as energetic as she had just woken up in the morning.
When he opened the door, he saw Ding Xiu who was sweating profusely. Judging from his appearance, he had been practicing for a while.
"Practice?"
Chu Xin waved the Miao knife in his hand and strode forward. Ding Xiu glanced at him and frowned slightly, obviously not understanding Chu Xin's inexplicable confidence.
At your level? Who are you practicing with? This is called torture!
Ding Xiu no longer had too many thoughts about torturing vegetables. He pulled out his knife, intending to knock down Chu Xin's confidence in three or two blows so that he could continue practicing his sword.
Facing Chu Xin's attack, Ding Xiu curled his lips and casually slashed out.
"Clang!"
With a crisp sound, Chu Xin held the Miao knife in both hands and stepped back dozens of steps, then stood still.
It was obvious that he finally caught Ding Xiu's knife.
Ding Xiu's eyes widened, and he obviously couldn't believe it. He knew Chu Xin's level well, and even though the sword strike just now was just a casual strike, it definitely shouldn't be something that the rookie in front of him could catch.
"Come again!"
Chu Xin felt an inexplicable surprise. Deaths this time could not be said to be without gain. At the peak of the dungeon, he also fought against the regular Yellow Turban Army. Although he had never fought before, the thrill of life and death still greatly enhanced his combat experience.
At least, he gained some ability to fight between life and death, and it was no longer the one-sided crushing he faced Ding Xiu like in the first place.
But that was all. Chu Xin didn't catch Ding Xiu's second serious attack, and the blade drew a blood stain on his chin. If it were a few points shorter, it would be his neck.
"Come again!"
This murderous aura and terror between life and death could no longer completely scare the growing Chu Xin. He roared and launched another attack.
At this moment, Ding Xiu also noticed that something was wrong with Chu Xin's state. Not only was he aroused, but he seemed to want to vent something.
"I've been staying in the territory all day long, and I haven't encountered much excitement. Why does it look like I've experienced a lot?" Ding Xiu was a little surprised, but he still patiently gave Chu Xin some hard moves.
If you live and eat people, you should work honestly and ask for more money if something happens later, so that you can feel confident.
………
The sparring between the two continued until Tucker brought breakfast, roasted buns and pork bone soup. It was rich and nutritious, which made Chu Xin even more convinced of the value of the pig-headed cook.
While eating grilled buns and drinking soup, Chu Xin thought about how to break the dungeon of the Battle of Changshe. He hadn't even seen the official battlefield this night, so it was natural that he would not be able to clear the dungeon.
"Lord, there is someone outside asking to see you. He claims to be from the small town of Fairen."
Tony's voice suddenly interrupted Chu Xin's meditation!
