Chapter 190 Chapter 190 Parents must deal with threats to their cubs...

Isn’t that a coincidence?

Pups that are physically impossible to handle?

Why does it sound so familiar?

Especially the little spider hiding in the shadows and sharpening its sharp fangs.

It looks so damn familiar.

The little tentacle stretched out and swayed back and forth.

The fluffy black little spider looked a little dazed. It tilted its little head, stretched out its little paws, and shook them a bit - the next second, its little tentacles slapped up.

With a bang, the little spider was hit and became dizzy.

Little Spider: ????? ?????

Are you polite?

What do you want to do?!

The little tentacle showed off its might and lay down sinisterly where the little spider had just been.

The little spider was left there, covering his head with his hands, and was about to cry.

Where is Mimi?

Where is Mimi?

Bullying

Woohoo, this is bullying the spider QAQ

The little spider curled up into a pitiful black ball.

At the same time, Xie Ning, who was in the Class 3 of Grade 2 classroom, slowly raised his eyes.

He glanced out the window meaningfully.

After a long moment, he sighed softly.

How to play the victim?

He thought for a moment, took out a notebook from the drawer, and began to write and draw on it.

The players were divided into three groups in total.

One group is now in the Academic Affairs Office, responsible for finding more clues.

One group is represented by Sang Xilin, who is out on the road exploring the patterns of various NPCs.

There is still one group - oh, to be precise, there is only one person left.

It was Wen Xingyu who started to happily play badly after being selected to enter this copy.

A famous lucky star.

His usual operations are also rather confusing, which makes many people unable to see through him.

In this S-level copy, his behavior was even more bizarre.

It's almost a complete mess.

Completely ignore the important clues they mentioned.

He even slept in class every day.

Although he was criticized by countless people, and the people in his live broadcast room gradually disappeared.

But there is also something strange.

He really didn't encounter any trouble.

Of course, there were viewers in the live broadcast room who were guessing what was causing his current situation, but these troublemakers mostly believed that exploration was the only way to solve the problem.

Many times, this idea is correct.

At this moment, they believed that Wen Xingyu's safety was due to Sang Xilin's active breakthrough, so even if Wen Xingyu started to move directly, it would not cause any impact.

There is a lot of noise in the live broadcast room at this moment.

But Wen Xingyu will not see any information in the live broadcast room.

He was just taking his time to finish a long day of rest.

I got up and saw from afar the very conspicuous young boy in the class leaning on the back of his chair and writing something casually.

Wen Xingyu thought about it and stood up.

There are no players around.

Several NPCs from Class 2 and 3 of Senior High School have also died.

Although the atmosphere felt a bit tense, there was still laughter and joy at the moment, which made the whole atmosphere even more eerie.

Wen Xingyu instinctively felt something was creepy.

There was malice towards him all around.

Only Xie Ning didn't have that feeling.

Wen Xingyu exhaled slowly.

He stood up.

He can't hold on any longer.

Wen Xingyu had special talents and destiny in his original world.

The home itself is related to these supernatural things.

So for the most part he has a basic intuition about these things.

He also relied on these intuitions to pass the levels in most cases.

After entering this copy, Wen Xingyu felt creepy.

He looked at the prompts given by the system and felt that his whole body was rejecting it, especially the additional information at the end - he felt a deep malice.

You will really die.

If you follow the prompts given by the system.

But it was obvious that his unfounded intuition would not be accepted by anyone.

Wen Xingyu truly felt threatened, but no one believed him when he said it.

I dare not do anything.

He seemed lazy, but in fact he was afraid of triggering any fatal switch.

Gradually, over the past few days, the hostility of the students in Class 2-3 of Senior High School towards him seemed to be gradually diverted to other people.

Wen Xingyu finally felt relaxed from his tense state.

He walked slowly behind Xie Ning.

After thinking about it, he spoke.

"classmate."

Xie Ning raised his eyes casually and looked at the other person.

No light could penetrate into the dark eyes.

This moment scared Wen Xingyu to death.

But he still tried to restrain himself.

"Excuse me, in our school—"

Wen Xingyu swallowed his saliva.

"Is there any special legend?"

When Xie Ning arrived, the players from Class 2 and 3 of Senior High School had not yet arrived.

They didn't know that Xie Ning was also a transfer student.

So it is normal for Wen Xingyu to ask such a question.

Xie Ning just stared at him with his dark eyes for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

He reached out and pulled over the student who was watching the fun nearby.

The little yellow-haired kid who was once stepped on by him.

"Hey, hey—hey—brother, brother, we'll just finish this class and then have dinner, what are you doing?"

"Tell him about it."

Xie Ning pulled the person over and saw that the other person's eyes were wide open and his gaze was already on his notebook.

Xie Ning laughed softly.

This is the notebook I used to study.

But now it is his little notebook for holding grudges.

The above is the record he just wrote - he was hit by the tentacles several times for no reason QAQ

Wen Xingyu: ...Tentacles? ? ? [Pupil Earthquake.JPG]

Xie Ning said as he stood up.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

"Take care of some things."

Some people are tired of living.

Xie Ning spoke in a calm voice.

At the same time, the players who were discussing in the Academic Affairs Office heard footsteps and the discussion suddenly stopped - "So what's next -"

Before he finished speaking.

A slow and leisurely voice came over, suppressing a little bit of madness.

"What are you guys talking about?"

There are five people in this group.

When you hear this kind of sound, you feel something is wrong.

While a few people were still confused, someone turned around and ran without hesitation.

The small tentacle in the shadow immediately followed.

But after all, it was not in his own territory, so there were some restrictions. In addition, he was not under attack, and he became a temporary NPC in this copy. The rules of the entire copy had a strong binding force on Fu Gan.

These old players are all experienced people, and they have many life-saving props in their hands, but in just a moment, one of them slipped away.

Fu Gan's eyes became even colder, blocking the other four people.

The four men were still holding things in their hands, looking at the man who was walking slowly towards them in complete confusion.

The tall man had a pale face.

His slightly curly black hair was soft, his eyes were as black as ink, he was wearing a black windbreaker and a magician's tall hat on his head. He looked a little gentle and gloomy, but at this moment he seemed to have a smile on his face.

But it's even scarier than when he has no expression on his face.

Several people stepped back and swallowed their saliva.

"We, we—"

The rules on Fu Gan are sounding the alarm.

He forced his way into this copy, which itself did not correspond to the death conditions of this world.

Basically, it is an NPC in the counterattack category.

What this means is that conditions must be triggered, just like the clown in the Komisuya Hotel. Only after the conditions are triggered can the action be taken.

But now, the angry old father ignored the alarm.

And he was confused.

According to the producer's report to him, Anmi's identity in this copy.

There was no way Anmi could get involved with this group of players, and naturally, there was no way she could be targeted by these players.

There seems to be only one possibility.

This copy is quietly targeting Anmi from behind.

As for why the No. 1 Middle School copy was opened so hastily.

It also produced some impacts that they were unaware of.

But it should not be the primary system.

Fu Gan clearly understood what the main system guy’s attitude was towards An Mi.

If it were given more abilities and privileges, it would be eager to lift its cubs to the sky.

So what is behind this?

Fu Gan narrowed his eyes and stared at several people.

Did he intend to harm his cubs?

Before meeting the cubs.

Parents should eliminate these unstable factors——

Fu Gan lowered his eyes.

"We, we got a leave note and came here to report - are you a teacher here? Yes, sorry, we're leaving now."

"Don't change the subject."

Fu Gan laughed lightly.

"I'm asking you—what are you talking about? Cub, can't be treated with conventional physical means—? Did I hear you wrong?"

Players still want to say something.

But the next second, they saw Fu Gan's white pupils turn red, looking extremely terrifying.

Now this is the last self-study class in the afternoon, and after that it will be time for lunch.

At this moment, the sky was gradually getting dark.

The weather is gradually getting colder.

For a moment, they were stunned by the sight.

The S-level dungeon boss became angry and tried to defy the rules, causing the already dim sky to quickly darken.

Fu Gan was still struggling to resist, but at this moment, one of the four people threw a talisman paper over, and the talisman paper turned into flames and instantly attached to the black windbreaker.

He seemed to be walking on fire, but before the players could breathe a sigh of relief, the next moment, Fu Gan's smile deepened, even a little twisted and crazy.

——Rules determine restrictions and disappear.

The player who had just escaped came to a quiet place, but before he could rejoice, he turned the corner and saw a short figure waiting against the wall.

It was getting dark and there was no time to turn on the lights in various places.

Xie Ning slowly turned his head, his pupils slightly shining, and then countless pairs of small eyes in the darkness lit up.

“You—you—”

At this moment, the producer in the archive room of the old school building put down his work and looked up at the sky which was getting darker rapidly.

His expression froze for a moment.

There are some strong guys who are rebelling against the rules of No. 1 Middle School.

Eighty percent of it is——

The producer thought.

Someone arrived?

How many days has it been?

Of course.

Logically speaking, it would be better to return a troublesome and lively kid like Anmi to his parents as soon as possible to save trouble.

However, the producer felt a little uncomfortable at the moment.

He turned his head and looked inside the house.

There is a thick stack of documents on the desk.

The little cub flipped through the information in front of him, his eyelids drooping uncontrollably—

The little head followed little by little.

Then he fell suddenly, and just before hitting the table, the warning of danger made him look up in confusion again.

Sleepiness and alertness, two instincts fighting in the cub.

Anmi yawned.

The maker silently handed over a chocolate bar.

Very well, now there are three instincts fighting in the cub.

I don’t want to sleep, and when I wake up I’m too sleepy to open my eyes, but I still want to eat.

He was so busy that the producer couldn't help but laugh out loud.

At this moment, the cub had just taken a bite of the chocolate bar and was whimpering with his eyes closed.