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The Doll Cafe at the designated location of the dungeon is not easy to find. Unlike the previous two dungeons, the player has a specific identity, and there is also a clear reminder of the starting location of the dungeon. Whether it is the Ma's Mansion or the Snow Mountain Hotel, they are all unique.

Not so with coffee shops.

How many cafes are there in a bustling metropolis?

As far as Chi Yiyin saw when he was walking on the street, there were no less than ten houses in just one street.

Even if it looks the same as reality, this is a dungeon of the game field, not reality. There is no map and navigation, all players have are prompts from the dungeon and the system, and no more information will be given.

It is even more impossible to ask for directions.

Pedestrians passed by in a hurry, so busy that they didn't even have time to catch their breath. They kept walking and didn't even look at the advertising signs next to them. Even if someone wants to wave to them for help, they just wave their hands and walk quickly.

The NPCs on Mingming Street all have distinct and different faces, but in Chi Yiyin's view, they are no different from the faceless servants in Ma's mansion.

A replaceable, factory-assembled product.

Chi Yiyin stopped at the corner of the street for a moment before walking again, but this time, his walking direction was not the street, but after observing the slightest differences among all the pedestrians, he turned to a corner and walked towards the alley. go.

Gu Xichao raised his eyebrows, he only glanced at the dilapidated and dark alley, followed without asking any further questions.

This is an alley that few people walk, and it is different from the bustling streets outside.

It is like the darkness behind the light, quietly existing in the corner of the city, quiet and indifferent, only the black cat on the dripping eaves leaps across the sky from time to time, making slight noises.

The outside light does not come in, so moss has grown on the bottom of the glass curtain wall, spreading upwards along the curtain wall, corroding the original bright and beautiful appearance to mottled and dirty.

Behind the high-rise buildings, there are rows of low-rise houses hidden.

These houses may have been used for business in the past, and now you can still see remnants of signs and abandoned billboards, but the stores have been locked one by one, and some houses look in through the glass windows, and you can still see Go inside and lay waste to the scene.

But no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like the cafe mentioned in the dungeon name.

Before the live broadcast, many viewers had already begun to wait impatiently.

[Look at how awesome you are bragging about the anchor, and this is the result? Everyone except him has been found, right? Even the rookie has arrived, hehe, the "beautiful" anchor who is not even as good as a rookie. ]

[Just like this, it is also accompanied by the recommended position in the live broadcast hall? That's it, that's it? ? ? Shaking his head in disappointment, the current anchor is getting worse and worse, not as good as before. ]

[Eh? Strange, why is the anchor so slow this time? His reactions were quick to see before. Is there something wrong with him, worried. ]

[This chattering, it's so annoying! Can't the anchor kill someone now? Why did the **** keep him? Anyway, this kind of disability doesn't last long in the game field. ]

[The anchor himself is not in a hurry, why are you in a hurry? Do you need to worry about his own life? If you just want to watch murder, go watch those anchors who sell murder as their selling point. ]

[Cripple...Brother, you really shocked me, do you know that is a C-level dungeon boss? Almost equivalent to an A-level or B-level player. You call this disabled? ? ? So what are you, non-recyclable garbage? ]

[Obviously the progress is so far behind, but the host doesn't seem worried at all, and the system has never prompted that it's timed out. In that case, it should be fine, right? ]

[I just want to know, this anchor named Chi Yiyin, why is there another dungeon boss around him? Shocked my whole family, the dungeon boss can be taken away! ]

[Boss operation, base operation, sit down! ]

Chi Yiyin didn't realize that he had entered the wrong place, but instead walked more and more slowly.

The sunlight gradually turned away from him, until his whole body was submerged in the darkness under the eaves of the alley.

His eyes have been scanning the surroundings, not letting go of any of the smallest places, even the trash can in the corner.

Although the alleys are dilapidated, the slate floor is clean, and there are no garbage and stains thrown around, so it won't be annoying.

It is like a little girl who has been lonely. Even though the skirt is worn out, she still strives to present her best appearance, which only makes people feel the prosperity in the past.

However, from the occasional traces on the roadside and on the ground, Chi Yiyin found that there seemed to be people living here.

There are traces of household items, as well as pieces of rubber and plastic, which still look brand new, which is the only thing left by someone who has been here recently.

Thinking this way, he followed the debris and the remaining footprints on the ground, turned and walked into the depths of the alley.

"Are you Hansel and Gretel? Follow the breadcrumbs?"

Gu Xichao snorted, raised his hand calmly to look at the time, and said, "If you expect me to save you after the timeout, then you are thinking too much, there is no commonality between dungeons, let alone the home court advantage—but , if you really die here, I will remember to make up two extra knives."

His expression was extremely serious: "Just treat it as a punishment for cheating me and breaking your promise."

Chi Yiyin, who was just about to squat down, paused, raised his eyebrows and turned around to look: "There is no need to worry about this, even if I die, I will make this life more valuable, not a small copy Timeout rules."

"Besides..."

Chi Yiyin turned to look at the road in front of her, her blue eyes gradually deepened: "There is nothing wrong with saying that you followed the breadcrumbs to find your way."

As long as an event happens, it will leave traces and sounds. Even if ten or eight years pass, there will still be subtle traces that remain beyond the scope of human observation.

That's the "breadcrumbs", pointing to the real destination.

Even though most people will ignore the details in life and fail to see the truth right in front of them, the traces will not disappear because of this.

Just like now, in the alley in front of his eyes, there are traces of many people who have been here before.

There is the smell of perfume on a woman's body, the knock marks of high heels on the ground, the cigarette butts in the cracks of the slate, the corner of a torn business card...

The appearance of these tiny evidences suddenly made the alley alive, allowing it to be connected with the city outside the alley instead of being an isolated island.

Chi Yiyin had a guess in his heart.

Perhaps, the urban crowd who are in a hurry outside the alleys will also rarely take a break from their busy schedule and stay in the alleys for a short period of time.

But if there's traffic, why are all the other shops around here closed?

It was also at this moment that Chi Yiyin heard a faint voice not far away.

clatter.

clatter…

Like the sound of high heels hitting the ground.

He frowned, and immediately walked lightly in the direction of the sound.

However, the voice sounded far away, but when Chi Yiyin had just turned the corner, he suddenly met a face!

Unprepared, Chi Yiyin's pupils constricted in an instant, almost about to fight back.

Fortunately, he immediately realized that what appeared in front of him was not a female ghost, but an ordinary woman.

Wearing a commuter suit and carrying a bag full of documents, she looked just like the people outside the alley.

But on her face, there was no impatience and busyness of those people. Instead, she was overly relaxed, as if she had finished drinking or soaked in hot springs for a long time. Every pore was stretching outwards, and she was not alert to the outside world at all.

As if she didn't see Chi Yiyin at all, the woman walked past him with a peaceful smile and walked out of the alley.

clatter.

clatter…

The high-heeled shoes knocked on the ground of the alley, but the sound was irregular, as if drunk and unconscious.

Chi Yiyin stopped, stood on the spot and slowly turned sideways, watching the back of the woman leaving.

When the two passed by, Chi Yiyin paid special attention to her smell because he doubted the woman's state.

But she didn't smell of alcohol, nor did she smell of sulfur or water vapor after soaking in hot springs, only the smell of mature and decent perfume. It matches her own clothes very well, and is the choice for commercial commuting.

Why is that woman in such a state... and her smile is also a little strange.

Like a Buddha.

Too peaceful.

But that should not be the state that a white-collar worker who is busy with work should have in a bustling city.

Even if the working status of a woman is thrown away, no one will casually show such a defenseless posture on the street.

Chi Yiyin is very clear that people have the instinct of self-preservation, more often they are like sea urchins, burying their soft insides under the thorns all over their bodies, the more experience and the older they are, the easier it is to have this state , will not trust others easily, but arm yourself with coldness or smile.

No matter how you look at it, the woman's state is very wrong.

But Chi Yiyin keenly discerned another smell from the woman's perfume.

The smell of coffee.

It seems that the place the woman went to just now is most likely the Doll Cafe.

Could her weird state be related to the cafe?

Chi Yiyin was not in a hurry to find a cafe, but kept staring at the woman until she walked out of the alley without incident, then turned around and looked in the direction the woman had just walked, thoughtfully .

The paths in the alleys are scattered like a maze.

And just after Chi Yiyin turned the corner with the sound of high heels, he did see more clues left on this path.

For example, the earrings that someone accidentally dropped here are shining in the gap.

Another example is the palm prints left by someone who seems to have been unable to stand still and propped his hands on the glass wall.

In addition to what Chi Yiyin found in the alley before, it seems that the only flow of people is walking towards the path in front of him now.

Besides, Chi Yiyin could already smell the faint aroma of brewed coffee floating in the air, which was exactly the same as the smell on the woman's body.

"It seems that we have arrived."

Chi Yiyin turned around with a smile, looked at Gu Xichao who was next to him: "Let's go, I'll buy you coffee."

Gu Xichao shrugged, noncommittal: "Sorry, my taste is more towards herbal tea."

But even after saying this, Gu Xichao turned the wheelchair and followed Chi Yiyin to the deeper part of the path.

The black cat jumped on the eaves, and there was a slight thumping sound from above.

Gu Xichao raised his eyelashes, raised his eyes slightly, and stared coldly at the vertical pupil who was looking over from under the eaves, then snorted coldly, and turned his gaze away.

"Do you think this is the location of your copy?"

Gu Xichao confirmed again: "An ordinary coffee shop?"

Chi Yiyin laughed softly when he heard the words: "Unfortunately, I'm not good at naive fantasy. I haven't thought that the system and the copy will pity the players and give them a chance to rest."

"Isn't your dungeon, which claims to be a bodhisattva, actually a hell?"

Hearing this, Gu Xichao smiled slightly and agreed with Chi Yiyin's words.

"Cafe... Heh."

Chi Yiyin turned her head slightly, looking at the empty alley behind her, with a gloomy expression.

Leaving aside the copy itself, but referring to the cafe itself, even people with no business acumen will know that the shop should not be opened in the depths of an old and deserted alley.

And Chi Yiyin has never seen any cafe that can relax people to the extent of that woman just now - that is no longer relaxation, but becoming a Buddha.

Besides...

Chi Yiyin lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the ground under his feet.

Except for the new trace left by the woman just now, all other traces have a nearly uniform direction.

Those who had walked the path before him were either heading for the café further down the path, or left with the last trace broken at the turn.

When Chi Yiyin first entered the alley from the bustling street, he didn't see so many traces.

This leaves only two possibilities for the situation.

Or, those people who were walking staggeringly on the small road after the turn, in a trance, needing to support the wall, and didn't even notice that their belongings were dropped, suddenly became vigorous and energetic after walking out of the small road.

Or, those who left the cafe, just went to the side road, and then after the turn... disappeared.

Although Chi Yiyin himself is more inclined to the second possibility, the fact that he just watched the woman leave the alley cannot be refuted, which makes the situation contradictory.

Chi Yiyin pondered for a while, then put this matter in his heart for the time being, and continued walking towards the cafe with his long legs.

Since the problem is likely to be related to the cafe, let's go there and find out.

On the dark path, two figures walked slowly towards the deep cafe, one behind the other.

The black cat crouched under the eaves, blending with the darkness.

The pair of red vertical pupils looked at the backs of the two people who were gradually moving away, narrowed their round cat eyes, and then ejected away silently.

Only the slightly shaking leaves are left.

After the woman walked out of the alley, the sunshine from the bustling street shone down on her body, making her stand there comfortably.

It took a long time for her relaxed face to come to her senses. The peaceful smile just now disappeared. She pursed her lips, and the muscles on her face tightened again, as if she was always ready to face life. It was completely gone. The happiness and leisure in the alley.

And at this moment, the entire bustling city seemed to be paused, and all the people on the street turned their heads in unison, looking at the woman standing at the intersection of two completely different streets.

Pairs of eyes looked over, countless gazes were intertwined, and silence spread on the street.

Whether it was a passerby passing by in a hurry, a white-collar worker on the phone, or someone arguing with someone around him, everyone stopped what they were going to do and looked at the woman with silent and mean eyes. go.

This made the woman's expression instantly become vigilant, and she instinctively took a posture of self-protection, step by step, retreating into the alley.

But following her movements, those people on the street followed her footsteps. When she took a step, they took a step forward, gradually approaching her.

The woman was so frightened that her teeth were shaking, sweat slid down her forehead, dripping into her eyes and hurting her eyes, her eyelashes blinked wildly, and she also realized that something was wrong.

"You, you."

She forced herself to smile, and asked cautiously with a trembling voice, "What's the matter?"

People's mouths opened and closed, closing in on her.

"Shameless, it's different from us."

"Deserters! He is greedy for pleasure and does not know how to make progress."

"You're wasting your time and talent, shameless!"

"Everyone is working, why are you holding everyone back?"

"For you to study, for you to go to school, why don't you live up to it!"

"Who will pay for the medical treatment, who will pay for the food, there are so many jobs waiting for you, and your family needs you to support them, how dare you be so selfish!"

Those faces, which could be called decent and mature, now fall into the woman's eyes, but it seems that there is only a silhouette left, like a devil grinning, stretching out his hand to her as if to drag her into hell, The heavy pressure made her breathless.

Seeing that someone was about to grab the woman, she finally recovered from her panic, screamed, turned around and ran into the alley regardless.

"Crazy, you are all crazy!"

The woman described herself in a state of distress, completely lacking the maturity she had just now. The documents in her bag were spilled all over the floor, and her high-heeled shoes were broken in the cracks between the flagstones. She stumbled, but she didn't dare to stop or turn around.

There was only one thought left in her mind—

Go back, go back to the place where she can feel free and relaxed.

She couldn't breathe here, she didn't like it here, she wanted to go back, go back—!

The woman rushed desperately into the darkness ahead.

There, there was a figure in a long skirt who had been waiting quietly for a long time. She was gentle and quiet, as if she could tolerate and forgive everything, and she was like a mother who made people feel at ease.

With a gentle smile, she opened her arms to the woman, embraced the leaping body, hugged the woman's trembling slender body tightly like a mother hugging a newborn baby, stroked her back over and over again, and hummed softly Singing a lullaby.

"Be good, be good, be good, don't be afraid, mom is here, no one can hurt you."

She gently patted the woman and whispered something in her ear, her warm embrace seemed to be the safest fortress in the world.

In her arms, the woman finally settled down gradually, and slowly lay in her arms, from sobbing to howling, as if she wanted to vent all the grievances and pressures of this life.

She smiled and hummed, her eyes were gentle when she raised her eyes, and she looked straight at the sunshine at the end of the alley.

Those people who started chasing women madly for no reason are now like statues, standing motionless at the entrance of the alley, looking dully at the two people embracing in the alley.

If the panicked woman has the courage to turn her head, she will find that the person who chased her before has already calmed down and given up chasing.

But she had already cried until her mind went blank, and slowly in the warm embrace, she gave up thinking and longed for this moment of peace.

And the woman in the long skirt was humming a song, holding the frequency of the woman shaking gently, as if she was shaking a baby to sleep.

Slowly, the woman was tired from crying and felt drowsy, and her eyelids began to droop involuntarily.

She tried to open her eyes, but a pair of warm hands fell on her head, gently soothing and humming a lullaby: "Sleep, sleep, my dear baby..."

The woman finally closed her eyes little by little, completely relaxed, and fell asleep.

There were still tears on her face, but there was a smile on her lips, and she slept peacefully.

The woman in the long skirt easily held her in her arms with one hand, and lowered her eyes with a smile: "It's my mother's good boy."

The poor contact of the street line flickered and made a sizzling sound.

Electric sparks splashed on the person next to him, instantly igniting his shirt, and the flame quickly expanded along the combustibles, engulfing him whole.

The man in the suit who was still carrying a briefcase just now turned into a burning man. But he still maintained the posture of standing outside the alley, without blinking his eyes, as if he didn't know the pain.

But soon, the whole city moved again, and people on the streets started walking again.

And Pyro continued to make phone calls and walked towards his destination, but the fire on his body didn't hinder his actions, and was still burning fiercely in the sun.

But the passers-by next to him didn't notice anything wrong, as if it wasn't surprising that there was a burning man walking beside them.

The whole city is like a huge machine that turns on with a switch, every screw begins to do its job, and no one delays for half a second.

— even a blazing fire.

As Pyro walked, his body, which was completely charred and dry like firewood, could no longer bear the weight, and became fluffy and easy to break. Soon, he made "click" and "click!" sounds while walking.

Immediately, the whole person broke into several sections and fell heavily to the ground.

At the moment of landing, the people who were still alive a few minutes ago collapsed silently into ashes all over the ground, and the ashes lifted up fell on the passers-by, and everyone was ignorant.

The next person who came over calmly stepped on the ashes and skeleton remains on the ground.

But soon, a person exactly like Burning Man came from afar, making the same phone call, with the same angry tone and words.

And in the alley where no one cares, the figures of women and women in long skirts have disappeared at some point

…

In the cafe, Jingcha became more and more impatient with the wait, so he simply slapped the table and stood up, angrily about to go out.

"Ancestor?"

Red Bird, who just leaned back on the chair and wanted to sleep for a while, suddenly woke up with a jolt.

"I seriously suspect that Chi Yiyin ran away, dare to let me go...I must kill him myself!"

Jingcha gritted his teeth, as if he was chewing Chi Yiyin's bones right now.

Red Bird had no choice but to stand up while still half asleep, and walked over to invite Jing Chadi back for countless times.

"Ancestor, please calm down, I haven't seen Chi Yiyin, haven't you?"

Red Bird sighed, and asked back: "From what you know Chi Yiyin, do you think he has the character of running away from battle?"

Jingcha thought for a while, then shook his head hesitantly: "If he is a coward who only knows how to escape, he is not qualified to be my enemy."

Red Bird: "...That's it."

"But if that's not the case, why hasn't he come yet?"

Jing Cha angrily pointed at the trembling people huddled in the corner, and cursed angrily: "Even the newcomers have arrived!"

The unlucky newcomer who was named was so frightened that he almost twitched, and he stumbled and said: "Yes, I met a kind person on the road, and he brought me..."

"Shut up, I didn't ask you."

Jingcha rolled her eyes, and interrupted the newcomer mercilessly: "You know what a fart! If you don't want to die so quickly, shut up and talk less."

The newcomer shivered, then shrank back tremblingly.

But I still feel a little uncomfortable and resentful because of being rejected by Jingcha.

"I heard that your name has been around for several years. Although I haven't met each other, I didn't expect that you are such a kind person?"

Jingcha turned her gaze to the man sitting behind another table in the small hall of the cafe.

"Also bring newcomers to find here."

Jingcha sneered, glanced at the newcomer disdainfully, but said to the man: "It's better to let him die outside than to bring him to be tortured in the dungeon. Short-term pain is worse than long-term pain, at least dead It's more comfortable."

When the newcomer heard this, from the moment he was dragged into the game field inexplicably until now, the suppressed fear and anger finally broke out.

"Why do you say I'm going to die! Do you know me? What right do you have to say that? Do you know who I am? Do you know who my father is? How dare you curse me to death!"

The newcomer stood up and pointed at Jingcha, shaking with anger, his roaring voice echoed in the cafe: "Such a ghostly place, it's like who rarely comes here! After I find a way to leave, I must see you! "

The man who didn't respond to Jingcha just now also put down the coffee cup slowly, smiled and nodded, as if agreeing with what the newcomer said.

"Yes, you are too rude, how can you curse someone to death?"

The man smiled and said: "The game hasn't even started yet, why are you so sure that he will die? Maybe...he will live well here, and even become a "god". Why, don't you think so?"

Either cannon fodder or god.

Jingcha looked at the man fixedly, her delicate face was expressionless.

Cold to the limit, even contempt is a luxury. For the newcomer, he was left with a completely ignorant indifference, just ignoring a body destined to die.

After a while, Jingcha sneered and looked at the man with contemptuous eyes: "Saving people who shouldn't be saved, and letting people who should have died are forced to live...It's hypocrisy, Bailan."

After being called by one word, the man still sat calmly, smiling and raised his head to look at Jingcha from a distance, but he was not angry at all. He just spread his hands and said innocently: "Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. How can it be called hypocrisy?"

"Jingcha, you are too domineering. If you don't save yourself, you won't allow others to save you?"

As soon as Bailan said the words, the newcomer immediately agreed.

With someone backing him up, the newcomer was not as frightened as before, but followed behind Bailan and scolded Jingcha angrily.

But Jingcha, who has always had a bad temper, pursed her lips, and even though her face was gloomy, she didn't say a word to the newcomer.

In the game field, players come and go, tens of thousands of players die every year, and then new ones come in.

Jingcha has been in the game field for twelve years, and the deaths he has seen far exceed those seen by forensic doctors and police stations in reality.

In the game field, the player's own time is fixed at the moment of death in reality, and will not age and change.

But even though Jing Cha still has the appearance of a teenager, his soul is already rotten, and occasionally he even feels like a walking dead, exuding a rancid smell.

For newcomers and low-level players, Jingcha only needs one glance to know whether the opponent can survive in the game field and what step they can achieve.

Jingcha has only seen one person who can survive outside the F-level dungeon in the non-novice game.

Chi Yiyin.

It was the existence that escaped his pursuit and even made him feel unprecedented humiliation.

And this newcomer in front of him who can't even tell the difference between right and wrong, good and evil...

If it was Jingcha, he would prefer to smear the opponent's neck with a knife and let the opponent die more happily than to be tortured to the point of collapse and then die in the dungeon.

[Doll Cafe] is a dungeon specially selected by Red Bird to meet Chi Yiyin. It is not offensive, but it is a C-level dungeon after all, and the danger still exists.

Newcomers want to live here?

Jing Cha snorted coldly.

Unless the A-level Bailan is willing to bring newcomers and protect the newcomers with his hands, there is only a slight possibility.

But looking at Bailan's current attitude, it's like teasing a stray dog ​​on the side of the road casually, it can't be really casual at all.

It's a pity that the rookie is too stupid to even see this...

With her head supported on one hand, Bailan leisurely watched the scene where Jingcha was being scolded, a smile slowly appeared in her eyes, as if she was watching a street quarrel with relish.

"Bailan, do you really think that I don't know the reason why you followed me and RED into this dungeon?"

Jingcha walked slowly towards the direction where Bailan was sitting, his clenched fists looked as if he was ready to overturn the opponent's table at any time, he clenched his back molars, and tried hard to restrain his urge to kill.

A total of three A-levels came in this dungeon, besides Jingcha and Red Bird, there was another A-level.

It is white and blue.

But even if they are both A-level, there are still differences in factions and goals, and there are even some endless conflicts.

—From the day when God’s punishment fell on the earth and the Tower of Babel collapsed, people were divided into different languages ​​and aspirations, and it was destined that there would be no time to understand each other and work together again.

Jing Cha was obviously angry, but his red eye circles looked like he was crying.

Bai Lan stared at Jing Cha quietly for a moment, then sneered, lowered her eyes carelessly, and looked at the broken reflection in the coffee cup.

"Jingcha, I haven't seen you for a few years after that incident, but you are still innocent and cute."

Bailan smiled: "Apart from Red Bird, is there really anyone who can tolerate you? Everyone wants to kill you right away."

"To shut up!"

Jingcha shouted angrily: "Before I change my mind and kill you, you'd better stop provoking me, otherwise..."

"Or you're going to kill me with those cute little bunnies?"

Bailan didn't care about the threat of the "Pope" at all, and when she chuckled, it seemed that she was watching the ignorance of the naughty child: "Forget it, Jingcha, we all know that you can't do it." of."

His eyes were pitiful: "Poor little rabbit who deceives himself."

The air pressure on Jing Cha's body dropped again and again, and the atmosphere in the cafe was extremely heavy and oppressive, like a tight rope that might break at any moment.

Bai Lan was able to deal with Beijing Tea with ease, while Red Bird watched the two rationally from the sidelines. There was a lot of gunpowder between the three A-levels, and swords were on the verge of breaking out. But the aura between them is by no means something ordinary players can afford.

Except for a man sitting on the bar with his back to everyone, the other ordinary players were trembling with fright, desperately reducing their sense of existence, lest the big bosses fight and hurt themselves.

And the newcomer, who just thought he had a backer and was arrogant, finally realized something was wrong, and retreated into the corner with the other players.

The worry in Red Bird's eyes gradually increased, and he finally couldn't help but put down the newspaper and was about to get up.

But just then—

"Ringling..."

The wind chime hanging at the door of the cafe made a crisp sound, the dark red door was pushed open, and a figure slowly appeared in front of the door.

Everyone followed the voice and looked.

When Chi Yiyin raised his eyes, what he saw was what everyone was looking at him. He blinked quickly, allowing his eyes to quickly adapt to the dim light in the cafe, and then looked around the audience, seeing everyone panoramic view.

From the point of view of the players, Chi Yiyin found that before she arrived, it was Jingcha who had a conflict with another man sitting behind the coffee table, and the conflict between them scared everyone else.

He raised his eyebrows and raised a smile: "Are you discussing how to welcome me?"

Without waiting for Jingcha's reaction, Chi Yiyin took the lead in stepping into the cafe with long legs and walking towards Jingcha.

He stood still in front of Jingcha, with one hand in his pocket with a suave and unrestrained casualness, but he stood between Jingcha and Bailan, vaguely protecting Jingcha behind him.

"It seems that some people don't like my children very much?"

Chi Yiyin tilted his head, looked at Bailan, and said with a chuckle: "But from your expression, I can see that's not the case—you want to provoke Jingcha, so as to disrupt what Jingcha and I were supposed to do. about?"

"Being able to target Beijing Tea so unhesitatingly and persistently only made me think of one possibility."

So far, Jingcha has only once shown undisguised hatred in front of him, and the one that Jingcha hates and holds dear—is the temporary residence area.

When Jingcha warned him not to enter the temporary residence area, his anger was the same as it is now.

That is the hatred for those who used to be partners, but now parted ways.

The only ones that fit this feature are the A-level players in Jingchakou who have teamed up with the system to establish a temporary residence area and give players a false sense of security.

The man in front of him should be one of them.

In the blink of an eye, Chi Yiyin had already guessed all the truth without anyone's introduction.

"Chi Yiyin, you go to the back and wait for me, I'll take care of it here."

Jingcha stood on tiptoe, approached Chi Yiyin from behind, and whispered vigilantly in his ear: "You are not his opponent."

Chi Yiyin raised his eyebrows, and the smile on his lips grew wider.

It seems that Jingcha has not fully learned the lesson and realized the gap between them.

As soon as he stretched out his long arms, he stopped Jingcha behind him.

"It seems that you feel that you didn't earn my points, and you feel very unwilling, so you chased here?"

Chi Yiyin pretended to be surprised, and when she laughed, she was full of teasing: "I didn't expect the people in your temporary residence to work so hard, even the BOSS came out to solicit customers in person?"

Bailan, who had always been calm and breezy, finally had a crack in her perfect expression on her face, and looked at Chi Yiyin in astonishment.

Although what Chi Yiyin said was not true, Bailan could already hear that it was just Chi Yiyin's teasing, but in fact, the other party had already guessed his identity.

Exactly!

"It's a great honor to be able to meet an A-level player who has established a temporary residence in a C-level dungeon."

Chi Yiyin asked softly: "Aren't you going to introduce yourself—in front of the live broadcast camera?"

As soon as these words came out, not only the ordinary players in the cafe were stunned, but even the people before the live broadcast were dumbfounded.

[Temporary, temporary living area? ? ! I'm not deaf, right? That's the temporary housing area we live in now? ]

[Fuck! Does this mean that this person was the one who first established the temporary residence area? How many points he has to earn, it is completely unimaginable...]

[Damn trash profiteers! It costs me 1,000 points a month for such a small broken room, what a steal! You should be lucky that you are not in the same dungeon as Laozi, otherwise, Laozi can fight ten like you! ]

[Sloppy! I've heard that there are players participating in the construction of the temporary residence area, but