There was a damp, moldy smell of grain in the air, the soil on the ground was sticky and could not be shaken off if touched, and the walls were covered with black dirt.
Yu Qirong stood there with a frown on her face, watching Xie Yi squatting down to pick up her robe and rubbing the muddy part with her hands. A look of disgust appeared on her pretty face, "Stop it, it's dirty."
Xie Yi's hand trembled, and the yellow Taoist robe fell down again, and the area that was stained expanded.
He looked up at the young man in the white shirt, and his envy was beyond words. He muttered to himself, "I finally understand why modern people prefer simple clothes."
Yu Qirong recalled that when she was in the tailor shop, she needed A Fei's help to put on clothes, and nodded in agreement.
That kind of thing is indeed too troublesome, like tying several straps around the body with various ways of wrapping them.
Both of them were suspects. There was an emergency and Song Ruyi couldn't handle it, so he had to send people to detain them.
The guard was at the door, some distance away from them.
Xie Yi came back from near the railing, looked at Yu Qirong's unhurried appearance, and asked curiously, "Are you going to hide the fact that you are a player from Song Ruyi?"
In order to avoid stepping on the black mud, Yu Qirong deliberately controlled his movements. He stood in a place with straw, and the slightest movement would make a slight sound.
After hearing the question of gratitude, he gave a matter-of-fact look in response: "I didn't say I wasn't."
Xie Yi was so depressed that he had no place to vent. He wanted to hammer the wall, but was discouraged by the dense black dots on the wall. He could only sigh and said, "I didn't expect that Hongmeng's people would come too."
Yu Qirong was not surprised and added: "There are also people from Wu Bo, the eldest daughter of the Leng family who just returned."
"The Leng family? The one that wants to marry you?" Xie Yi was stunned. "You have already met? How come the Wu Bo people are here too..."
The expression on his face was not calm, but one of disbelief and surprise. He wiped his face and looked at Yu Qirong again, only to find that Yu Qirong was very close to him.
The enlarged red pupils looked more like the pupils of a wild beast, but the owner of the red pupils had skin as white as snow. The impact of the red and white colors made Xie Yi's hair stand on end, his pupils constricted, and his peach blossom eyes turned into dog eyes in fear.
“You…what are you doing?” Xie Yi subconsciously took a step back, and his sole stepped on the soft mud. He lost balance and almost fell. After barely stabilizing himself, he continued, “You got so close to me all of a sudden. I got scared.”
Yu Qirong wrinkled his nose, showing an unhappy look, and narrowed his eyes: "Why are you feeling guilty?"
Xie Yi denied it: "I have no guilty conscience... Why isn't your servant locked up?"
Yu Qirong ignored Xie Yi's clumsy attempt to change the subject and insisted that he explain himself clearly: "Two of the three guilds other than yours came. Do you want to say that they deliberately targeted Chen Xing?"
Xie Yi's expression froze, his lips were pursed into a straight line, and his usually bright peach blossom eyes rarely showed the seriousness of his thoughts. Yu Qirong knew at a glance that he was thinking of a countermeasure.
"Forget it, you don't have to talk about it. Let's just do our own things and go our separate ways after this copy." Yu Qirong frowned and issued an ultimatum.
"...Okay, I can't say anything." Xie Yi rubbed his head in annoyance. "This dungeon is generally simpler, more routine than the novice dungeon, and more like a trial version than the others, but time keeps flowing - just like I said before."
Yu Qirong nodded, thinking of the paralyzed player who was frozen in the winter that Xie Yi mentioned.
Xie Yi continued: "So there is a saying that this copy has the core that maintains the flow of time. If there is this thing, it proves that there is a chance to create a copy similar to reality."
Yu Qirong looked into Xie Yi's eyes quietly, with an unclear emotion in her red pupils, "You want to take away the timeline of the original copy and help you create your real world?"
"What we want to return to most is the real world, right?" Xie Yi saw that Yu Qirong didn't seem to support their plan. He was a little excited, but he still tried to maintain his usual demeanor. "You... may not understand. Everyone who was inexplicably caught and sent to the dungeon thinks so."
Yu Qirong didn't say anything.
As he was originally an NPC, he could empathize with them better. In his opinion, this was the players plundering the dungeon NPCs.
"...That's why I didn't tell you." Xie Yi sighed, sorted out his feelings, and said in a pleading tone: "No one knows how many copies there are. How much work is it to crash them one by one? If this method succeeds, we can directly create a new utopia. I don't ask you to help me, but at least don't stop me, okay?"
Yu Qirong lowered her eyelashes, "I need to think about it."
Xie Yi breathed a sigh of relief. Yu Qirong was not that difficult to communicate with. At least he could make him waver, so this step was not completely wrong.
He raised his arm, wanting to put his arm around Yu Qirong's shoulder, but before he could, he heard some noise coming from the guard outside the door. A few seconds later, a man with a cold look walked in.
Xie Yi seemed to have his thoughts seen through. He put down his arms awkwardly, but he still felt cold all over.
Ah Fei took out an exquisite food box, shifted his gaze from Xie Yi to Yu Qirong, then walked to the table next to him and opened the food box, "I brought some snacks for the young master."
Through the railings, Yu Qirong could see the noodles in the food box. The color was like light pink petal cake and the shape was also made into the shape of petals.
A Fei pulled out the wooden tray of the lunch box and put it on the table. Then he took out a wet white towel from it, walked in front of Yu Qirong, and made a palm-spreading gesture.
Xie Yi was confused and didn't understand what Ah Fei meant. If you want to send food, just send the food over. What is he doing?
Yu Qirong pursed his lips and stretched his hand through the gap in the railing. It was originally hanging in the air, but the next second his wrist was grabbed by someone.
The towel had been soaked in hot water and wrung out, and was still slightly steaming. As A Fei wiped Yu Qirong's fair and slender fingers carefully, a faint pink appeared on the round fingertips, like delicate cherry blossom petals, looking fragile and fragile.
After wiping both hands with the towel, A Fei put the towel away and brought the wooden tray full of pastries over again, letting Yu Qirong choose what she wanted to eat. If she was thirsty, there was also a bowl of tea.
This is a bit exaggerated, isn’t it?
Xie Yi didn't dare to believe his eyes. After he received the order to take care of Yu Qirong in the main god space, although he tried his best, the most he could do was to hand potato chips to Yu Qirong.
After being served by this man in such meticulous manner, can Yu Qirong still be satisfied with his service attitude?
Yu Qirong picked up a piece of cake. Her bony fingers twisted the delicate and small cake as if it were a small chess piece. She lowered her eyes and took a bite. She felt inexplicably well-behaved.
Xie Yi's gaze was too obvious for Yu Qirong to ignore. He turned his head away, thinking that Xie Yi was also hungry. He licked the crumbs at the corner of his mouth and asked Xie Yi, "Do you want to eat too?"
Xie Yi swallowed his saliva, his eyes moving back and forth between Yu Qirong's mouth and the pastries. While he was struggling, he noticed an extremely intimidating look coming towards him, which made him feel a chill on his back.
He looked over and saw Ah Fei concealing his expression, still holding the plate of cakes in his hand. He lowered his eyebrows and said, "The amount I took is only enough for the young master. If the young master wants to share it, he will be hungry tonight."
Yu Qirong lowered his eyes to look at the cakes on the wooden tray, counted them carefully, and indeed felt that the portion was not that much.
So he turned around and told Xie Yi with regret: "Then we can't share it. You can starve yourself."
gratitude:"……"
Yu Qirong had just finished eating when the guard outside the door came to remind A Fei that visiting time was up.
A Fei then put away the wooden box, and looked at Yu Qirong with his eyes fixed on her, and whispered, "Master, don't worry. A Fei won't let you spend the night here."
After saying that, he picked up the wooden box and walked out, leaving only two people in the space.
Yu Qirong ate something and naturally didn't feel hungry, but just a little bored. His eyes fell on the iron railing, and he guessed in his mind how long it would take him to break it.
It was not a difficult task for him. But thinking of A Fei's words, Yu Qirong gave up this idea.
His trust in A Fei was so high that he himself couldn't believe it.
Just because of a face that looks like Su Tang?
Yu Qirong gripped the railing tightly, frowned, and subconsciously used a little force.
Xie Yi hesitated for a while, but finally chose to say: "Aren't you a little... weird, little boy?"
He has an almost obsessive obsession with Yu Qirong, and doesn't even let others take a second look at her. And that terrifying pressure, it doesn't seem like an ordinary NPC should have, right?
Yu Qirong moved his gaze to Xie Yi's face and raised his eyebrows, "What did you just say? I wasn't paying attention."
Thanks: “…” He had no choice but to say it again.
Yu Qirong heard it this time, and he had no intention of discussing this topic with Xie Yi. Instead, he looked at Xie Yi seriously and said, "It's not good for you to do this."
Xie Yi was puzzled: "Huh?"
Yu Qirong let go of the hand holding the railing, crossed his arms, and raised his chin: "Because A Fei didn't prepare food for you, you deliberately said bad things about him in front of me? He is my servant, not yours."
Xie Yi weakly defended himself: "No, that, the way he looked at me..."
Before he could finish his words, he saw handprints on the railing out of the corner of his eye. There were six circular fingerprints with clearly visible fingerprints, as if they were carved on the railing.
Xie Yi swallowed and suddenly forgot what he wanted to say.
What was he trying to say to the high-risk NPC? If there was any danger, wouldn't this high-risk NPC react faster and have more ways to deal with it than him?
Xie Yi swallowed back what he wanted to say, and waved his hand at Yu Qirong's questioning eyes, "It's okay."
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