Song Jiao took a deep breath. The plot line in front of her was like a mess. It was so cliché that she couldn't help but roll her eyes. It was really what they call a stupid plot.
As the so-called vicious female supporting character, can she only become a tool to advance the plot?
So sometimes the plot is really disgusting.
The dissatisfaction in her heart surged like a tide, and Song Jiao's face suddenly became so gloomy that water seemed to drip out.
She released her ghostly aura completely without any hesitation. The eerie breath spread all around, even carrying a hint of murderous intent.
The air around seemed to freeze, and in an instant, the entire space fell into dead silence.
The headless corpse originally planned to find Song Jiao to find out the situation, but when it thought of her cold warning before, it began to search the underground warehouse in disappointment.
Finally, it found a rather funny-looking mouse doll head and put it around its neck.
This combination looks both terrifying and inexplicably funny.
It carefully carried an exquisite dining cart with sparkling tableware on it and walked to Song Jiao's door.
Outside the door, a group of monsters and demons were craning their necks, curious to know what was going on inside.
The powerful ghost energy just now made them all terrified, fearing that they would become cannon fodder if they were not careful.
Song Jiao raised her eyebrows slightly, she sensed movement outside the door.
With a casual wave of his hand, the door flew open. The ghosts outside gasped as a headless corpse with a rat's head came in, pushing a food cart.
"I asked you to fix it, what are you doing here?" Song Jiao said MMP in her heart. She was really scared just now.
Looking closely, I found that it was the headless corpse that was causing trouble.
The headless corpse sensed the dangerous aura emanating from Song Jiao and spoke cautiously, "Well, we just sensed your aura was very unstable, and we all wanted to see what happened. Is there something that you're not satisfied with?"
As it spoke, it stared at Song Jiao with its doll's mouse eyes, afraid that it had said something wrong.
Song Jiao glanced at the trembling headless corpse, then glanced at the clean little teapot and exquisite meal in its hands, and a ripple of emotion arose in her heart.
She sighed softly, waved her hand, and said, "Alright, alright, stop hanging around here. Go do what you need to do, just like before."
After saying that, she thought to herself that without the original owner's cannon fodder who was in the way, this game seemed to become more interesting.
She was looking forward to seeing how the so-called heroine would deal with the next copy challenge.
The headless corpse was as if granted amnesty and quickly responded, "Okay, Miss Song, you should have a good rest. If you need anything, just call us anytime."
After saying that, it hurried out and closed the door behind it.
With a light "click" sound, the whole world seemed to fall into silence.
Song Jiao lay on the soft bed, looking at the gorgeous chandelier on the ceiling, her mind full of thoughts.
At this moment, the barrage was in an uproar.
The audience was speculating about what had happened and why the NPCs who were supposed to go find the heroine Song Wanqing were now surrounding Song Jiao.
After a day of rest, Song Jiao lazily came to the castle's restaurant the next morning.
This medieval-style castle exudes simplicity and elegance everywhere, but Song Jiao disdains those cumbersome rules.
After all, these rules can bind others, but have no effect on her.
Everything was normal in the castle during the day, and other players began to busy themselves with their tasks.
Song Jiao was strolling leisurely in the garden, enjoying this rare quiet time.
It was noon when Song Jiao leisurely arrived at the castle's restaurant.
This is a medieval-style restaurant with exquisite tableware on both sides of the long dining table. Nine players have already taken their seats.
There were several maids busy in the restaurant. The food they prepared looked delicious, but Song Jiao knew that it must be hard to swallow.
Because in this game, one of the rules is that food cannot be wasted.
Song Jiao walked down the stairs slowly with a faint smile on her face.
As soon as she appeared, she immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Upon seeing this, the maids quickly opened the main seat and said respectfully, "Miss Song, please take a seat. What would you like to eat?"
At this time, Lin Mian, who was concentrating on eating, raised his head and looked at Song Jiao and the maids in confusion.
She couldn't help but ask, "Why can she order food?"
The maids glanced at Lin Mian coldly, and one of them said, "Because Miss Song is our honored guest, and you are not."
After saying that, she added, "Please don't talk while eating."
Lin Mian choked and had to shut his mouth obediently.
She lowered her head, her heart filled with confusion and doubt.
What happened yesterday? Why did Song Jiao suddenly become so popular?
And she herself seemed to be forgotten in the corner?
Song Jiao looked at Lin Mian's aggrieved expression and couldn't help but feel amused.
She took a sip of the red wine handed to her by the maid and enjoyed this wonderful lunch.
After dinner, the players started to get busy, preparing for the next task.
They are all experienced dungeon runners who know the rules and gameplay of each dungeon very well, so each of them appears to be well-prepared and full of confidence.
However, among this busy crowd, there was one person who seemed particularly leisurely.
That was Song Jiao, who was sitting on a rattan chair in the garden, lazily basking in the sun and enjoying a leisurely afternoon tea. She had a faint smile on her face, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her.
At this moment, Lin Mian suddenly appeared from nowhere and looked at Song Jiao anxiously.
She said, "Song Wanqing, why are you taking a break like this? What about the mission? We are all still working hard to pass it!"
Hearing Lin Mian's words, Song Jiao just raised her eyes and glanced at her gently, then slowly picked up the napkin and wiped her mouth.
She smiled and said, "Do I have a mission? I don't remember any. Besides, I can leave this instance at any time. I'm just enjoying my life here."
As soon as Song Jiao finished speaking, the live broadcast room suddenly exploded.
Song Wanqing's fans expressed their dissatisfaction. They felt that Song Jiao was too selfish. How could she only care about her own enjoyment and ignore the interests of the team?
Some people even spoke ill of her, asking why Song Jiao didn't just die last night.
However, Song Jiao seemed unconcerned about these remarks.
She shook her head slightly, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "So shouldn't you hurry up and do your mission? Does guarding me mean you've accomplished your mission?"
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