Chapter 375: She entered the dungeon to enjoy herself!
Ren Zihao came back to his senses, still a little apprehensive in his eyes. He swallowed unconsciously and said, "Where did you find the delivery man? Why can he come and go here as he pleases?"
"I'm a delivery man for my own company."
Song Mang looked at him calmly, "Don't you have a dedicated delivery driver? No wonder you're so ignorant.
Not to mention an eight-star instance, even if it's a ten-star instance, I can get food delivered to it if I want it."
“…”
Ren Zihao was about to vomit blood.
He hates rich people!
Before the end of the world, he was considered a wealthy second-generation, but all his property was wiped out at the end of the world, and he could only live a better life by relying on the protection of his ancestors.
The people in the apocalypse are more outrageous than each other. Not only can some of them practice flying, but there are also nouveau riche who suddenly have a lot of ghost money and can hire ghosts to do things for them!
But for someone like Song Mang to hire a weird person above the level of Ghost King to deliver food is even more outrageous!
He remembered that many ghost kings disdained ghost money and would never do such a thing that depended on others' wishes. Why did this sword cultivator, who was so strong, still have to deliver takeout to Song Mang?
At this level, are you still short of paper money?
Ren Zihao looked around guiltily, wanting to find a chance to run away. He didn't want to put on a show!
Still dancing in that shameful outfit!
If he really jumped, he would be out of this dungeon. Wouldn't he become a laughing stock among all the players?
When Ren Zihao saw Song Mang inviting other students to eat hot pot, he ran out of the crowd.
But just as he ran out of the lawn and was about to run towards the dormitory building, the space around him suddenly distorted.
There was a ripping sound.
A blood-red blade suddenly appeared in the air, cutting a dark crack in space.
A man wearing a hideous ghost mask walked out of the crack, holding a bag of clothes in his hand.
Song Mang saw him from a distance and shouted, "Bai Qi, I'm here! The guy next to you is an actor, don't let him get away! If he runs away, put on those clothes and do the Milk Dragon Dance for me!"
“……?”
Bai Qi raised his long legs and kicked Ren Zihao hard, sending him flying more than ten meters away.
call out--!
Bang--!
Ren Zihao flew swiftly from the edge of the lawn, through the crowd, and to the center.
Bai Qi teleported to his side and threw the bag of clothes on him, "Perform!"
“…”
Ren Zihao thought to himself, as a man, how could he wear such feminine clothes and dance such a childish dance?
His expression twisted as he used his bound joker. "I didn't want to use this trick, you guys forced me to do it! Don't blame me then!"
He roared angrily, and a ghostly ghost card appeared in his hand, with a blue-purple light on it.
"Ghost General-level joker?"
Bai Qi snorted and glanced at the joker in Ren Zihao's hand.
The light of the joker dimmed instantly!
The next second, the joker suddenly shattered into a large piece of light and disappeared in his hand.
This means that the joker is no longer bound to him!
"you……!"
Ren Zihao looked at Bai Qi in extreme horror.
What the hell is this guy?
Why did the ghost general get so scared after just one look at his joker that he released the permanent binding of the joker to him!
That was his only high-level joker!
Just when he was heartbroken, the bloody sickle was placed across his neck. The cold and violent murderous aura on it suffocated him and his body trembled uncontrollably.
"Perform or...die!"
Ren Zihao was so frightened that he couldn't even utter a complete sentence. He could only nod tremblingly at Bai Qi.
After a while.
The Sword Master came back with lemon tea and reduced the will-o'-the-wisp on his broadsword to avoid hurting others.
Song Mang asked the dean to bring chairs from the classroom, and everyone sat together next to Broad Sword to eat. Everyone was also given a cup of lemon tea.
Not far away, Ren Zihao was wearing a milk dragon bodysuit and a sexy bikini leather jacket while dancing the milk dragon dance.
While eating, Song Mang was playing with his phone and found that many people had sent private messages online asking about the copy.
She started a live broadcast and focused the camera on the row of hot pots in front of her.
Song Mang: "I've already entered the serial dungeon. It's not difficult. I've already had hot pot."
audience:????
Isn't this eight-star dungeon in Jiang City a natural disaster dungeon? Someone online said there's nothing to eat, you can only drink energy liquid every day, and you can't use storage space. How did you get to eat hot pot?!
[These dishes are very fresh, including my favorites, duck blood and tripe, which I haven't been able to eat outside of the dungeon!]
[Is she entering the dungeon to enjoy herself?!]
This is so fake! She definitely hasn't even entered the dungeon yet! There's a post on the forum from a player in the dungeon saying there's no fresh food in the dungeon at all, and the vegetation and trees are all fake, so how could there be so many vegetables?
When Song Mang saw the questioning comments, he curled his lips and took a picture of the environment in the back mountain with his camera.
"Look for yourselves, can this be a normal world? The leaves of these trees in the back mountain are all made of plastic. And many of my classmates around me have no shadows."
The audience followed the camera and looked.
Only then did they realize that on the table where Song Mang ate was an ancient broadsword over ten meters long, which looked no ordinary item.
This sword can also use ghost fire to cook hot pot!
Too smart and spicy!
There are many chairs next to the broadsword. Under the light of the will-o'-the-wisp fire, you can see many people sitting at the table eating.
But in the camera, the audience can only see the appearance of seven or eight people clearly, and the others are not visible.
Why do some chairs look like there are people sitting on them, but I can't see them clearly?
[That doesn't seem to be a human.]
[The host is having hot pot with the weird creatures in the dungeon? This is too abstract!]
As the audience was shocked, they saw several shadows standing up from their seats and floating towards Song Mang.
Everyone was worried, thinking that these monsters wanted to attack Song Mang.
The result is the next second.
Those strange hands suddenly raised a cup of Snow King Lemon Tea and raised it in Song Mang's direction.
"It's been so long since the apocalypse, and this is the first time I've eaten such fresh food. Song Mang, you're amazing! From now on, you'll be the boss of our class, and I'll follow you!"
"Me too. From now on, I won't recognize anyone who competes with you for the commander position. You are the only commander in our class!"
Song Mang smiled faintly, "Thank you for being so polite. This is what I promised you, so I will definitely do it. Tomorrow when we go to visit the battleship together, I will treat you to Starbucks again."
audience:????
[Five thousand ghost money for a cup of Starbucks? Sis, you're my sister. I'm going to the dungeon right now. I also want to live a life of luxury!]
[Damn, these weird things are so cool! ]
"I'll say it again, can you let me die in this dungeon as an NPC, waiting for Song Mang to come in and throw money at me?"
After Song Mang finished chatting with the NPCs, he looked at the camera and said, "Let me tell you about the situation here. This eight-star dungeon is very different from other dungeons.
Although I haven't encountered any fatal danger yet, there are many suspicious points here, such as..."
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