It's not that I want to see them fight like dogs, it's just that I feel sorry for an innocent child who can't find his father.
"One last request! Grandpa, please give me Father's photo! In exchange, I will return everything here!" The false god cautiously extended a broken tentacle.
“Of course.” Xiao Cheng placed the photo on its tentacle.
The next second, everything around him suddenly began to collapse rapidly. Darkness spread, and countless blank fragments fluttered up like snowflakes, instantly engulfing Xiao Cheng.
When she came to her senses again, she had already left the instance and returned to her resting place.
The electronic screen flashed a blinding red light, and a huge exclamation mark popped up in the center of the screen.
[Warning! Warning!]
[The "Deadly Travel Group" instance is experiencing a glitch!]
[System under maintenance...]
[Player's game progress is blocked; completion is paused.]
Xiao Cheng was completely dumbfounded. Had he really messed up the dungeon?
She waited a while longer, and the exclamation mark finally disappeared, but her score interface was clearly abnormal, and the interval between the next game was locked at 24 hours.
She couldn't tell whether this was good or bad, but in the end, she got a free break.
This dungeon left her physically and mentally exhausted. Fang He's current condition was unknown, but she could guess that the final red rope was inextricably linked to him, and that he was most likely still alive.
It's good that people are alive.
Xiao Cheng leaned back on the big bed, her mind wandering to all sorts of random thoughts, and soon fell asleep.
When she woke up again, the system had returned to normal, and her personal information was quickly updated again.
[Survival Dungeon: The Fatal Travel Group]
[Number of players/Number of survivors: 4/7]
[Base score: 4 points]
[Hidden Points: 2 points]
[System Evaluation: A potential player who needs attention. Friendly reminder: please cherish the dungeon.]
She now has a total of 15 points.
Xiao Cheng ignored the last sentence about cherishing the instance and turned to look at the countdown for the next game.
The bright red numbers are jumping around.
Three, two, one.
Suddenly everything went black before her eyes, and her body plummeted downwards.
In the last second before losing consciousness, Xiao Cheng cursed inwardly.
This game is ridiculous! What happened to the promise of a single day off per week?
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