Song Gui wasn't stubborn either: "Wait for me to organize my thoughts."
Then she silently opened the battlefield chat channel.
【Zaijiu Songgui】: Yantu, does she want to hear good things or bad things?
[The Drunkard and Smoker]: When I first came in, I said some nice things and got a beating. Before you came in, she asked me again how she was, and this time I said a lot of nasty things, and I got another beating. I advise you to answer her questions as soon as possible, otherwise you'll get another beating.
【Zaijiu Songgui】: So why didn't she just hit someone if she wanted to?
【Wine and Song】: You're not talking about me in the tranquil mountains, are you? She asked you how I am, right? Is she fierce? Did she hit you?
[Zaijiu Songgui]: Don't talk to me. I get angry just looking at you. I'll talk to you when we get back to Zaijiu...
She didn't finish speaking because a long knife, more than a meter long, had already pierced her heart.
Accompanying the long sword was Zaijiu Xunge, who held the sword and stood just a step away from Songgui.
Even though the person here who was carrying wine and singing was still a fraction shorter than him due to their race, in terms of sheer presence, Song Gui felt as if he had returned to the feeling he had when he first entered the game of gods.
That feeling of powerlessness in the face of the strong.
Qunshan Zaijiu Xunge tilted his head slightly and asked in a completely flat voice, "Are you chatting with her? Are you very familiar with her?"
She asked two questions, and with each question, she slightly turned the hand holding the knife handle.
Song Gui: "..." She'll definitely hold Zai Jiu Xun Ge accountable for this...
She gritted her teeth to keep her voice from trembling with pain, then looked back defiantly into Zaijiuxunge's eyes and said, "If you're so interested in yourself, why don't you go and catch her? Why are you asking us?"
Whoosh—!
The long sword was suddenly pulled out.
The person in front of him deftly flicked the blood off his knife and said, "No rush."
Song Gui: ...If you're not in a hurry, then don't stab me with a knife!
Zaijiu Xunge raised his hand and grabbed Song Gui by the neck, forcing her to lower her head as his skill light shone.
How many players came to Starsea?
"I didn't see it."
"Who has the strongest combat power? What rank is he?"
“Purple River Grapefruit, 18th step”.
Where is the place for "Starry Sea, Wine and Song"?
"...the light...the lighthouse where the cicada is."
What rank is she?
15.
She cleverly avoided all questions about the current state and past of Starsea, only asking the players. Although she always ended up circling back to another version of herself, it was clear that these clones of the mountains didn't know much.
After a dozen or so questions, the wine-drinking song-seeking journey finally came to a stop.
Just when Song Gui thought the interrogation was about to end.
Those dark eyes suddenly drew closer and looked at her quietly. Song Gui could feel the other person's breath and see the other person's thin lips curving up through the gap in the silver mask.
In the quiet cell, she heard the other person ask her, "What do you think of me?"
"A clone." No past, no family, suddenly appearing—what else could it be but a clone? Song Gui didn't want to answer, but under the influence of her skill, she spoke the answer in her heart.
For the first time, a smile appeared in those dark eyes so close to hers, but Song Gui felt a chill run through her body.
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