Ring Game [Unlimited]

Chapter 21

"Forget it, you can ask what you just said again." Fu Xing rubbed his temples and felt a headache.

"Have you...already...passed..."

I haven't finished the rest of the words.

Qi Zefeng's mouth was immediately covered by Fu Xing, and Fu Xing blinked again.

"Understand?"

"Understood! Understood!" Qi Zefeng nodded quickly.

It turns out that Fu Xing has really completed the basic task, and the dungeon can be produced.

Then the purpose of his stay should be related to Liu Xiaoqing, right?

After all, Fu Xing even gave Liu Xiaoqing the key props. Who knows why the two suddenly cooperated after dispelling their suspicions?

"Qi Zefeng, do we want to cooperate again?"

"how to say?"

Fu Xing glanced at Liu Xiaoqing, "You protect her well and ensure her safety, and I'll give you some...you understand."

Fu Xing originally wanted to take Liu Xiaoqing to complete the task himself, but due to the system mechanism, it was not as easy as imagined.

It's better to let Qi Ze, a player who doesn't have so many restrictions, take her out.

It would be worthwhile to exchange the clues of the dungeon, Qi Zefeng nodded in agreement.

In fact, the death rate of B-level dungeons is not high, which is well known.

Up to now, this number is basically the most stable. Just after everyone thought that there would be no accidents, there was another piercing scream in the living room.

"Wang Jingjing...! You are sick! You bitch...! You actually hurt me!!!"

"Bang bang bang-"

Liu Lulu seemed to be locked out of the door, Fu Xing and Qi Zefeng just had a conversation, but unexpectedly something like this happened again.

Liu Lulu was covered in blood, and within a few seconds, she was dragged away by something strange outside the door.

There were blood-red handprints on the glass door, and the blood was still flowing down the glass.

"What did you do, Wang Jingjing?!"

Qi Zefeng was going to open the door to rescue Liu Lulu, after all, he was the one who brought him.

He was stopped by Wang Jingjing.

"Why do you blame me for everything? Qi Zefeng, how much hatred and hatred do you have with me? To be honest, Liu Lulu is dead, you are the most worry-free one?" Wang Jingjing took a sip of tea carelessly.

"I don't worry? Wang Jingjing, can you accept your indiscriminate means? You know that the death toll in this dungeon is enough, why do you still want to harm people, Yueyue, Xu Duoxi, He Xiao and now Liu Lulu, the two rookies don't have enough points for you to earn, why should you?!"

Wang Jingjing sneered, "What evidence do you have that Yueyue and Xu Duoxi were killed by me? I just said a few words to He Xiao and Wang Jingjing. They were stupid and had no idea, so they went. What does it matter to me, Wang Jingjing? "

Qi Zefeng was a little annoyed when he heard that, if it wasn't for the sake of face, Qi Zefeng would have rushed to beat her long ago.

"Wang Jingjing, can you show me some face!"

Qi Zefeng can be regarded as someone who has experienced so many dungeons. Although he only has the number "7" in his hand, all numbers can be forged through props.

Compared with these seven dungeon experiences, Qi Zefeng has at least multiplied by three.

This dungeon, Qi Zefeng, is the first time he has met such a vile and shameless person as Wang Jingjing, with dirty hands and feet, and he even admitted it, as if it was all taken for granted.

"What's the matter, my President Qi, did I block your way to get rich? Is it my fault? Is it because you don't look down on people yourself? You are talking about Liu Lulu being a troublesome person."

Wang Jingjing continued with hooked lips.

"Do you think our first guild is so easy to advance? Tsk, if you don't believe me, you can ask our president~ Isn't our president Fu by your side?"

Seeing that the smell of gunpowder was getting stronger and stronger, Fu Xing quickly pulled Qi Zefeng away, telling him to calm down and not be influenced by Wang Jingjing.

But Liu Xiaoqing was unusually calm, pointing to the upstairs, the fire was extinguished, and even everything was slowly returning to normal, this is...

It should be Fu Xing's stimulation yesterday, turning on the upgrade switch of the B-level dungeon.

Therefore, Wang Jingjing may also be aware of the problem, so he adjusted the difficulty of the instance by increasing the proportion of dead players.

If in the copy, the level of the copy is upgraded, but the rewards obtained will not be upgraded accordingly.

So once the copy is upgraded, someone will always find a way to bring the copy down.

Although there are many big bosses left, no one wants to experience the upgrade mechanism.

That is, the death of a cannon fodder is the most worthwhile in exchange for everyone's safety.

So Liu Xiaoqing did not object to Wang Jingjing's method, so Wang Jingjing's various hints in the living room just now were added to Liu Lulu's own thoughts.

Liu Xiaoqing chose to remain silent and be an unobstructed bystander.

And everyone knows this well, although things are indeed annoying, but this is the best result.

Qi Zefeng was on fire, sitting on the sofa and looking at Mr. Jess.

After Liu Xiaoqing was busy for a while, Mr. Jess had slowly regained consciousness.

"Okay, now let's talk about why you burned those paintings, Mr. Jess."

Fu Xing signaled Liu Xiaoqing to pass a glass of water to Mr. Jess.

Of course, this is a way to increase the favorability. The reason why Fu Xing was able to leave the studio without incident yesterday afternoon was due to the accumulated favorability of the previous few days.

Otherwise, why did He Xiao's head bleed as soon as he entered the door?

And Fu Xing can even quarrel with the painter, at most he will be kicked out in the end, isn't this just because of his favorability?

Although Fu Xing instinctively said it clearly, it could hint at them.

"As far as I know, those paintings are not authentic, they are all made by you."

The artist nodded and shook his head.

Muttering under his breath: "I drew them all...but they're not mine..."

"I also want to...want to be myself..."

"But... nobody believes me..."

The players frowned and listened to his intermittent whispers.

He painted it, but it wasn't his painting, because he copied it.

Mr. Jess sat cross-legged on the sofa, hugging the cushions on the sofa tightly, his eyes were full of horror and fear, and even his hands were trembling.

He rested his head and carried a slight load on his back, which was due to painting all the year round.

He is very thin, almost skinny, and the white shirt looks a little baggy on him, which is exactly the same as the one the players wore when they saw him for the first time. The cuff buttons of the shirt are still slightly yellow, and it seems that he has Many years old, but still clean.

Mr. Jess should cherish this dress very much.

After experiencing this fire, Fu Xing always felt that something had changed.

But for a while he couldn't speak.

Is he afraid... is he afraid of the fire just now?

Also said something else?

upstairs?

Is it...

Hidden in his studio?

[The author has something to say: Wang Jingjing: I didn't do it on purpose, it was for everyone's benefit. 】