Chapter 54
Wen Xingxue's residence is just like him, cold and without a trace of worldly air.
The home where Xingnuo and his father live is different.
The walls are painted in warm colors and are hung with various decorative paintings. The soft sofa is always illuminated by the golden sunlight. The whole room is beautiful and warm like a watercolor painting.
In comparison, Wen Xingxue's room was much simpler. Apart from the table, there was only a bed in the room.
Xingnuo quickly looked around, raised his little head, and saw Wen Xingxue outside the door, washing something with running water.
The other person had his back to Xingnuo and probably couldn't see him.
Xingnuo felt relieved. He moved his arms and legs that had not been moved for a long time, and supported himself to stand up little by little.
He moved cautiously to the edge of the table, hoping to run away quickly while Wen Xingxue wasn't paying attention.
Xingnuo slowly crawled to the table, lay on the edge of the table and looked down.
In an instant, Xingnuo was frightened by the height of the table and felt dizzy for a few seconds.
When jumping down from the glass cabinet, Xingnuo couldn't see how high the exit of the passage was, so he closed his eyes and jumped down.
But there is space around the table, so its height is immediately highlighted.
Xingnuo wanted to exhale to stay calm, but found that the doll didn't need to breathe. He couldn't help feeling scared and quietly shrank half of his head back.
Xingnuo tried hard to prepare himself mentally, thinking that he wouldn't feel any pain after becoming a rag doll.
Even if you jump down, you won't get hurt at all.
Xingnuo nodded firmly, covered his eyes, and jumped down quickly with his eyes closed.
His body suddenly became empty, and in less than a second, Xingnuo felt as if he had fallen to the ground.
He uttered a soft "ah" in confusion, wondering if he had landed so quickly?
And it doesn’t hurt at all!
The ground is soft!
The small black eyes peeked out from between his fingers, and Xingnuo met Wen Xingxue's emotionless eyes without any warning.
Wen Xingxue didn't know why, but she could see clear stupidity and full of panic in the little rag doll's tiny eyes.
"ah!"
The little rag doll screamed softly, covered its little face, and began to crawl around in Wen Xingxue's hands.
It’s a pity that Wen Xingxue could hold such a tiny thing with just a squeeze.
"What are you running around for?"
Wen Xingxue always felt that this little thing looked familiar, but she couldn't think of where she had seen it, so she could only hold its collar and pick up the rag doll.
The rag doll was lifted up and struggled hard, shaking its short legs.
The light rag doll's body had no support in the air. The more it struggled, the faster it swayed in the air.
Xingnuo felt dizzy from the shaking.
After a while, Wen Xingxue stretched out a finger and pressed it against his swaying belly.
Xingnuo finally stopped, his little eyes dizzy, and he looked up at Wen Xingxue in a daze.
Wen Xingxue was amazed by the little doll's stupidity. She inexplicably wanted to laugh and pulled the corners of her mouth.
"Why are you running around?" Wen Xingxue asked again.
Xingnuo raised his little head and looked at Wen Xingxue. He turned his little head hard, feeling as if he had seen him somewhere.
"The cub wants to go out and find his father."
Xingnuo felt that Wen Xingxue had no ill will towards him, so he answered obediently.
He subconsciously wanted to reach out and scratch his little face, but found that his hands were out of reach, so he had to raise it and put it down again.
"Looking for your father? Your father is an uglier doll?" Wen Xingxue glanced at the clown doll and asked.
Xingnuo got angry instantly, Xiaoyuan put her hands on her waist and said angrily:
"No way! My dad is good-looking!"
Wen Xingxue sneered, raised her hand and poked the little red heart drawn by the rough lines on the clown doll's face, not believing it at all.
"You are already so ugly, how good-looking can your father be?"
Xingnuo was furious. He waved his little round hands, raised them as high as he could, and hit the bad brother hard!
"My dad is handsome! The kid isn't ugly either!"
The rag doll's hands were so light and powerless that Wen Xingxue's arm felt hammered, and it felt as if the strength was not even as strong as a tickle.
He used his fingers to hold back the little kid's thumping hands and said "oh" nonchalantly.
Wen Xingxue turned around, carried Xingnuo outside, and saw the rising sun in the early morning.
The sunlight suddenly broke through, filling the dilapidated little yard overgrown with weeds.
Xingnuo looked at the messy courtyard in shock. The walls were covered with wildly growing green plants. Everything was in a mess as if no one lived there.
He let out a soft cry, raised his little face, and looked at Wen Xingxue several times.
Wen Xingxue drooped her eyelids lazily, as if she had no desire to explain why the yard was so messy.
"I'm going to the dungeon, little one, do you want to come with me or stay here?"
After saying that, Wen Xingxue couldn't help laughing again.
"No, you have to go with me, otherwise if I'm not paying attention, you'll be brave enough to jump under the table again."
Xingnuo doesn't want to go to any dungeon!
But at this moment, his fate was in the hands of this bad brother, and Xingnuo was powerless to resist.
Xingnuo hung his head dejectedly and was put into the other person's pocket again.
For fear of being exposed if picked up, Xingnuo didn't dare to move even though he felt uncomfortable staying in the pocket.
But at this time Wen Xingxue already knew that Xingnuo was a magical doll who could talk and run and jump, so Xingnuo simply poked his little head out of his pocket.
The fuzzy and scrawled rag doll's head stuck out from the pocket. Wen Xingxue took a look and felt very strange. He reached out and pushed Xingnuo's little head back.
Xingnuo's head was pressed down, and within two seconds, he silently raised his head again like a little mole.
Wen Xingxue pressed again, and Xingnuo appeared again.
Wen Xingxue: "..."
"Okay, you can show your head if you want, but don't talk nonsense and don't interfere with my clearance of the dungeon."
Wen Xingxue was able to carry this little thing with him because he was familiar and obedient.
But to say how much I like it, it's not very likely.
Xingnuo used her little hands to grab the edge of Wen Xingxue's pocket, raised her little face, and nodded gently.
"Okay, big brother, but what does the dungeon look like? Why do we have to clear it?"
Wen Xingxue listened to the little guy's hoarse and unpleasant voice and picked his ears.
"A copy is just a copy. There's no need to ask why."
Xingnuo said "oh" and stared at the road ahead for a while with his little eyes. Like a curious baby, he started asking questions again.
"Is there a father of the cub in that copy?"
Xingnuo felt as if he always heard the word "copy", but he didn't understand what it meant. He was only thinking about finding his father.
Wen Xingxue lowered her eyes, glanced at the little thing, stretched out a finger, and blocked the little thing's chattering mouth.
"Shut up and be quiet."
Wen Xingxue frowned and quickly walked to the central city area. With the clown doll in his pocket, he boarded the train to the copy.
Different carriages of the train represent different copies.
The higher the level and the stronger the core monsters in the dungeon, the smaller the number of people in the dungeon will be.
As for the D-level and C-level copies that follow, almost every bus is packed with people.
When Wen Xingxue bought the ticket, he looked at the copy selection interface for a long time and clicked on a B-level copy.
Putting on the hood, Wen Xingxue walked into the carriage, holding down the little guy's head in his pocket and pushing him back into his pocket temporarily.
In the carriage, those who choose the B-level copy are either teams from large guilds or players with relatively strong personal abilities.
The players were whispering about the contents of this dungeon. When they looked up, they saw Wen Xingxue, dressed in black and with black hair, coming in. For an instant, the carriage was silent.
Even the conductor in the blue hat on the train didn't dare to sell props anymore. He hurriedly packed up his basket and went to other carriages to sell them.
It was not until Wen Xingxue chose a seat, sat down, closed his eyes and dozed off that the other players broke away from the silence and began whispering and discussing in low voices.
"Wen Xingxue? Am I seeing things?"
"That's him. I've met him in a dungeon before!"
"Oh my god, he's here to challenge the B-level copy? Isn't this a bit fantasy?"
"You might not know this, but he just cleared the S+ level dungeon in the early hours of last night, and today he is rushing into the dungeon again. He must want to choose an easier dungeon to slow down."
"I am in tears. For big guys, B-level dungeons are for rest."
In his pocket, Xingnuo saw nothing but darkness in front of him and felt uncomfortable, so he simply picked his pocket and quietly stuck out his hairy head.
He stretched out his small round hand to touch his chin, turned his head left and right to look at the carriage in front of him, and couldn't help but reach out and poke Wen Xingxue.
"Big brother, shall we take a ride?"
Wen Xingxue listened to the little thing's voice, slowly opened her closed eyes, and let out a light sigh.
"How old are you? Why do you still like to use reduplication?"
Isn’t it childish?
Xing Nuo tilted his head and glanced at Wen Xingxue, snorted lightly, but still answered:
"The cub will be four soon!"
Xingnuo wanted to show four fingers, but found that his small round hands had no fingers, so he had to give up and retract it.
Wen Xingxue repeated it doubtfully:
"Four?"
Wen Xingxue remembered that this kind of wishing doll was usually made by players who failed to complete the game and was eventually thrown into the toy city and put into a rag doll to become a wishing doll.
The merchant claims that this doll can fulfill the player's wishes and is a super useful D-level prop!
However, if it is useful, it cannot be just a D-level.
Players are not fools. Most of those who buy this kind of dolls are novice players who have been deceived.
Other old players find it disconcerting to have a doll that used to be a player, and most of them won’t even look at it.
The final fate of the doll is likely to be to remain in the space prop and gather dust, or to be resold.
But in order to become a wish doll, you must be a player.
How can a player be four years old?
But Wen Xingxue lowered her head and glanced at the clown doll that was turning its little head and looking around the carriage curiously. The clarity in Doudou's eyes was even stronger than that of a college student.
It seems that he is really not that old.
Wen Xingxue was about to ask a few more questions when she heard the car broadcast:
[B-level copy—Toy City has arrived! All players are requested to line up and get off the bus in an orderly manner and complete the copy as soon as possible! 】
Players on the bus started packing up their things and lining up to get out of the bus.
Wen Xingxue also put on a serious face, put on his mask, put the moving clown doll into his pocket, and got out of the car in a hurry.
Outside the carriage is a colorful and bright small town.
Several players who came to explore the dungeon stood at the gate of the town, looking up at the city wall paved with various colors such as bright yellow, pink, and light blue.
There are many furry big-headed dolls hanging on the gate, each of which is so cute that people want to kiss and touch it.
There were beautiful and colorful dolls huddled together everywhere, as if one had suddenly entered a doll paradise.
The flag on the top wall has a picture of a huge, cute teddy bear.
This is the copy they are going to clear this time - Toy Town.
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