Li Yiran followed Zhao Qian. The two of them buried their heads in silence and rushed in the direction of Zhang Meng and Ding Yi.
With the occasional light, Li Yiran looked at the people next to him without any trace.
I always feel that this Zhao Qian is more anxious than her.
He looked like he was very sure that Zhang Meng was a threat to him.
With this level of thinking in mind, Li Yiran silently clenched her fists and touched her bracelet from time to time, thoughtfully.
Before they entered the town, they saw a child holding an oil lamp standing on the roadside.
The child had a purple mark on his forehead and was wearing a worn-out coarse cloth tunic, wool-lined jacket and breeches, all gray in color from top to bottom.
The skin is pale and the color of the clothes appears to be getting older.
He was short and skinny, and his coat was said to be a girdle, but it was just loose and wrapped around his thin body.
There is no aesthetic value, it is probably just used to keep out the cold and wind.
Such a weak look made Li Yiran sigh secretly.
It's a pretty clear fact that Islanders don't like players.
Therefore, Li Yiran had no intention of coming forward to talk, and just glanced at the child lightly.
She thought that Zhao Qian was thinking the same thing as her and would ignore the children passing by, but she didn't expect that Zhao Qian was more exaggerated than she thought.
Zhao Qian acted very naturally and walked directly in the direction of the child.
Then, he snatched the oil lamp from the child's hand.
Quite willful and arrogant.
As for...children.
There was no struggle at all, he just pursed his lower lip and handed over the oil lamp in his hand almost obediently.
Zhao Qian took the oil lamp and said forcefully: "Let me use it."
Li Yiran next to her looked at Zhao Qian from the left and the child from the right, with an expression that was hard to describe.
He hesitated to speak, as if he felt that this behavior was inappropriate.
Zhao Qian saw this and said to Li Yiran: "It's just the NPCs in the dungeon, you don't need to worry about it so much. Moreover, the NPCs on this island are not normal. Except for the captain who met at the beginning, every one of them They are not willing to talk to us, and their expressions and eyes are not good."
After a pause, he shared it quite experiencedly.
"To put it bluntly, NPCs are just helping others do evil. There is no need to be too kind to them. They are all a group of dead space lackeys, and they are completely different from us players."
Seeing that Li Yiran still had the unbearable expression of "don't bully children".
Zhao Qian shook his head and snorted lightly.
"I'll just borrow it for use. Look at the road in front of you. It's pitch black."
For a long while, he looked Li Yiran up and down, and asked with some confusion: "How did you come to this dungeon?"
The implication is that Li Yiran does not look like a person who can be punished.
For such a small thing, the expression on his face was as if he had done something terribly evil.
This kind of person, let alone come to the punishment copy.
He doubted that he could survive for too long in the dead space.
Li Yiran smiled awkwardly, "What you said makes sense, let's go."
Zhao Qian shrugged, held an oil lamp, and walked in front to lead the way.
Li Yiran nodded and followed suit.
During this period, she silently looked back at the child.
I saw a child standing on the roadside, glaring angrily, staring in the direction of the two of them.
His eyes were full of anger, but he seemed helpless.
When he saw himself turning around to look back, he calmed down the expression in his eyes and became calm and self-possessed again.
Li Yiran bit her lip and looked away.
This child is also quite weird.
When the oil lamp was taken away, he didn't react at all. He looked obedient and obedient, but behind him, he looked so fierce.
The expressions of people in front and behind are different.
There is a cunningness in the forbearance that does not belong to children.
Li Yi then felt a chill. It turns out that NPC children are not simple either.
These islanders are really a bit weird.
Li Yiran suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with what Zhao Qian said.
Compared with these islanders who have no emotional connection, the players belong to the same camp.
However, the islanders really really don't like the players.
Now that they are in a dungeon, it is better to cause less trouble and offend NPCs.
After all, a powerful dragon cannot overwhelm a local snake.
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After Zhao Qian and Li Yiran left, the child was still standing alone.
At this time, Hurry and Slow finally caught up with the two of them, and Xin Zhixia slowly appeared behind them.
It was dark all around before, only the oil lamp held by the child was particularly bright.
Therefore, the scene just now was naturally seen by her.
However, for the sake of caution, Xin Zhixia always kept a distance from the two of them.
I didn't hear the conversation between the three people clearly, I could only see Zhao Qian taking the oil lamp from the child's hand.
Based on the series of expressions and movements of the three people, Xin Zhixia could also tell that Zhao Qian obviously did not borrow the money politely, but rather arbitrarily robbed other people's belongings.
Xin Zhixia held the Sword of Judgment and slowly swayed next to the child.
He glanced at the child and then looked in the direction where Zhao Qian disappeared.
She walked straight past the children, trying to keep up with the firefly-like light source in front of her.
Xin Zhixia didn't want to meddle in other people's business.
The kind of words and deeds that help others and speak out for justice are not suitable to appear in this bizarre copy.
What's more, this Zhao Qian just grabbed an oil lamp and didn't punch or kick the NPC.
The only thing I can say with emotion is that this child is sensible and neither cries nor struggles to resist.
Know that sometimes there is no need to conflict with others, and it is a good thing to choose to tolerate it when appropriate.
However, contrary to expectations, unexpectedly, the children took the initiative to strike up a conversation with her.
"Hello, passerby."
Xin Zhixia had just stepped out. After hearing these words, she silently stopped and looked at the child.
The child was pouting and staring at the name tag on her chest.
Xin Zhixia was confused for a while and smiled at him.
He didn't call himself this toe-squeezing nickname to embarrass someone on the spot.
This kid is sensible and she quite likes him.
But she didn't know why the children chose to talk to her.
The child's eyes were sparkling, and Xin Zhixia's scalp was numb at the look that seemed like "hope".
"Your things were robbed, and you are still so calm?"
After holding back this sentence for a long time, she added hesitantly: "It's useless for you to look at me like this. I can't help you get it back. You have to find a way to get it yourself."
If she didn't misinterpret it, the child's eyes seemed to be asking her to help him get it back.
Outrageous...
She is not a kind person, and this is not something that can be done easily.
After receiving this answer, the child's expression was neither disappointed nor unkind to her.
Compared to the adults who were full of hostility towards her, the child's attitude seemed particularly friendly.
"Well, it doesn't matter. You don't need me to get it anyway, it will come back by itself."
Hearing this, Xin Zhixia was stunned for a moment, then raised her eyebrows and nodded.
"Not bad, very confident."
Thumbs up, after confirming it, he walked away from this place without saying a word.
Good, there's no one normal here except Tristan.
The little brat was telling her scary stories.
Xin Zhixia left quickly, following Zhao Qian with all her heart.
After she walked away, the child touched the bruise on his forehead, his eyes filled with displeasure, and then he screamed in pain.
"Hey, it still hurts. Damn you bastard."
He finished speaking as if venting his hatred and comforted himself with a groan.
"I don't care about dead people."
Immediately afterwards, the child tiptoed to keep up with Xin Zhixia's pace.
