In fact, Han Lingxi had also thought about a very serious question: the invisibility skill of the pen ink marks corresponds to the assassin, and the healing of An Ran Qian Yu corresponds to the healer. Does that mean there are other professions with corresponding skills in the novice village?
However, Han Lingxi quickly gave up the idea of going back to look for it again. It all depended on fate. Since she had searched for so long and still hadn't found it, she probably wouldn't find it even if she went back. Besides, stealing An Ran Qianyu's skill was already cheating enough.
With ink stains on their brushes and Han Lingxi at it again, it was clear that only through teamwork could they get through, Han Lingxi suggested.
"Let's form a group of a few people."
As soon as Han Lingxi finished speaking, Bicycle Dream, Soft Whispers, and Time Never Returns joined the group.
Han Lingxi couldn't help but facepalm. What a coincidence! The original cast! And speaking of which, Zhubi Mohen, your hand is fast enough.
However, since they had already joined, they couldn't openly say that Zhibi Mohen was wrong, because they would hear it anyway. Fortunately, there was a whisper function in the game, which allowed them to send text messages directly without being heard by others. Han Lingxi opened the whisper function, but for a moment she didn't know what reason to use to scold Zhibi Mohen, so Zhibi Mohen received such a whisper message.
A private message from [汐月暖枫]: I'm going to curse you.
Zhu Bi Mohen looked bewildered and puzzled at Han Lingxi before sending a private message.
A private message from [Holding the Pen and Ink Traces]: What's wrong with you this time?
Upon seeing the message from Zhibi Mohen, Han Lingxi revealed a strange smile. "Little brat, now I have an excuse to scold you, huh?"
A private message from [Xiyue Nuanfeng]: You're the one who's sick. You're ugly, have low IQ, and love to cause trouble. You have no sense of responsibility, no public morality, and not even a conscience. What's the point of you living?
Zhu Bi Mohen felt very innocent. What exactly did he do wrong?
A private message from [Holding the Pen and Ink Traces]: Sister, what's wrong with you?
A private message from [Xiyue Nuanfeng]: You are my bodyguard, mine, my private property. Who let you bring them in?
Zhibi Mohen understood immediately. So, she was unhappy about sharing her things with others. Bah, he wasn't a thing, no, he was a thing. In short, this older sister was probably a child. Zhibi Mohen sized up Xiyue Nuanfeng, guessing that 50% of the facial modifications were used on her figure. Since she was a child, he should be lenient with her. How could he be so kind? Zhibi Mohen was almost moved by his own actions.
A private message from [Holding the Pen and Ink Traces]: Okay, I'm just your bodyguard, I only protect you and don't care about them.
A private message from [Xiyue Nuanfeng]: That's more like it.
The matter was considered closed, but Han Lingxi left Bai Yan with the label of "a child," though Han Lingxi herself was unaware of this.
Han Lingxi felt that she had indeed been unreasonable and made a scene, but seeing Meng Anran and Bai Yan getting together again made her feel very bad and she couldn't help but want to lose her temper.
The other three members of the team were unaware of what had happened between Han Lingxi and Zhibi Mohen, and were seriously discussing how to defeat the Bouncy Rabbit.
Han Lingxi did not participate. Because of her memories from her previous life, she knew that the five of them would be able to pass through this area smoothly in no time, and she did not need to say anything to show that she was different.
After all, it's just to encourage players to avoid being lone wolves and to team up and communicate with others, so it's not too difficult. If you have enough people, you'll definitely be able to get through it.
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