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Xi Ye felt that the way Zhao Dong and Cheng Xiaorong looked at him was a bit strange recently.

But after staying for several days, he didn't find the reason.

Obviously they are all struggling players in the dungeon, Xi Ye and Gu Cong go out every day, like traveling, visiting the town all over the place, while the rest of them are worried, getting more and more anxious every day.

- Not because too many people died, but precisely because no one died.

Sun Pengyu, who was eaten, became the last corpse in the hotel. After that, the night and dreams came as usual, but every morning, all the members were able to arrive at the roll call.

Like the calm before the storm.

Not to mention the background story, they haven't even met the BOSS, the only one-eyed shop owner who can communicate normally, and he doesn't like oil and salt, like a saw-mouthed gourd, he keeps company with the cat all day long.

This feeling of being tense, not falling, and hanging in mid-air at all times is far more disturbing than witnessing the shock of a corpse. Even if the setting of forced sleep in the dungeon brings sufficient rest time, dark circles still appear on the faces of the players one after another.

"I said, is this ghost trying to play big? Kill our group at the last moment?" Zhao Dong covered his mouth and yawned as he looked at the white belly that was about to appear in the sky.

Tonight is the seventh night, and the drowsiness that was completely irresistible at first gradually gave players room to breathe as the mission drew to a close.

Holding a glass of cold water in her hand, Cheng Xiaorong gulped down a big gulp, and hurriedly said, "Bah, bah, crow's mouth."

The bedroom is too easy to get tricked, especially Zhao Dong's habit of sleeping as soon as he touches the pillow. It's like delivering food to the boss for nothing. At this moment, the players are all gathered on the first floor. Anyway, it's the last night. If you violate the rules, you will violate the rules. It's safer than ordering.

Xiao Baimao, who always dozes off with a coat covering his face when everyone is discussing, is rarely awake, and looks around from time to time to see if there is anyone who wants to close his eyes.

Xi Ye was sitting next to Gu Cong, a little nervous. He was not sure whether the magician would show up tonight. After all, from the third night onwards, Zhao Dong, who avoided breaking the rules, moved out and became Xiao Baimao's new roommate.

He is sure to beat Diss.

But I am afraid that the other party will open his mouth, "King" will come and "King" will go, and his identity will be revealed.

The hand placed under the table lightly patted the boy's knee, Gu Cong whispered: "Don't worry."

"Yes, yes, yes," Cheng Xiaorong, who mistook the young man for being frightened by Tuan Mie's rhetoric, turned around and handed him a piece of candy after he had beaten Zhao Dong, "He just loves to talk nonsense, don't worry about it."

Hearing this, Li Jie at the next table snorted imperceptibly:

The dungeon is too comfortable, and this group of people really have leisure time, pretending to treat a novice vase as a treasure. If he wants to see it, they are all hugging Jiang Chuan's thigh and flattering Jiang Chuan.

But at this critical juncture approaching dawn, even Li Jie would not find fault and make trouble. In a panic, the BOSS is most likely to take advantage of the situation, and the gain outweighs the loss.

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