When He Xiaoman was about to fight Paper Rose, he noticed a sly look flashed in the eyes of the muscular man. If he hadn't been pretending to be indifferent to NPCs beforehand, He Xiaoman would have almost fallen into the trap.

Could it be that he wanted to take advantage of Paper Rose's resentment towards He Xiaoman and see what the punishment would be if he attacked the NPC?

It should be about the same.

Therefore, Su Xiangjun, who has always been kind-hearted and helpful, chose to sit on the sidelines this time without even pretending to persuade others.

Counting Yan Binghuan, a total of four players died, but several people said that a total of eleven people died, which means seven of them were NPCs. According to the rules, players cannot attack and harm NPCs, so how did these seven people die?

Can NPCs kill each other? Or is it that someone has completely turned into a rose queen and is therefore judged dead?

Just like the strong and muscular man just now, he was very happy to see the imminent battle between himself and the paper rose come to an end?

He Xiaoman wanted to see if there were any clues in the rooms of the seven NPCs, but then she remembered that Feng Che had told her not to come out in the room today, so she thought she might as well go back to the room.

Turning on the TV, the morning news on the provincial station announced that the Rose Festival in Rose Town was about to begin. The host interviewed several tourists on the street, all of them looked beaming with joy, and took some shots of the Rose Street and various parts of the manor.

, the open-air stage built at the Cross Street location of the highlight has begun to take shape. A large rose sign is used as the background wall. It is said that it is filled with 9999 ordinary roses and 99 rose queens.

"Rose Town Rose Festival, a sea of ​​roses join hands. I believe that in such a romantic and beautiful atmosphere, everyone can harvest long-lasting love!" The host smiled and switched to other news.

The host wore a formulaic smile, and he didn't know whether the TV station had not received news about these tragedies or was trying to whitewash the situation. Anyway, there was no mention of the deaths in Rose Town in the entire morning news.

The news was framed in the sky full of roses on the background wall, and the sea of ​​bright red flowers was dotted with countless gypsophila. The beauty was truly beautiful, but in such overwhelming roses, all He Xiaoman could feel was suffocation and stench.

He Xiaoman was very worried. When she left the mission for a week, her nose might be pickled by the stench and the fragrance of roses.

Her whole body suddenly stiffened.

wrong!

This stench was not imagined, it was...right outside her door!

Damn it!

He Xiaoman suddenly stood up all over his body, "Comrade Fu, it's broad daylight, are you embarrassed to come out for a walk?"

And why don't you go anywhere but have to rest your wandering little feet in front of my mother's door?

"Bang, bang, bang!" The door was knocked three times, neither lightly nor hard, and He Xiaoman's heart also jumped three times with "dong dong dong".

This is not the rhythm of her getting better and better with Feng Che, and Feng Che will not come over so early, he has his own things to be busy with.

He Xiaoman ignored it.

"Bang bang bang" came three more knocks on the door.

He Xiaoman continued to pretend to be dead.

The successive slapping sounds became louder and louder, and the people inside were determined not to give up until they came out and opened the door.

Haha, my head was squeezed by the door when I opened the door. If you have the strength, just knock on the door as hard as you can. If you bother me, He Xiaoman, to go out and open the door for you, I lose.

In the morning, the TV stations were basically monopolized by cartoons and news bombardment. He Xiaoman turned to a station that was playing the opening song of a certain Sheep and Sheep. She turned up the volume and lay leisurely on the bed with one leg bent and the other leg resting on it to make beats.

If you have the ability, just knock. Hey, I am the heir of deafness now.

Someone next door finally couldn't stand it any longer, and a man came out and opened the door while cursing: "Nervous... Hey, no one is there? What idiot is knocking on the door for nothing? He's sick!"

The stench subsided.

He Xiaoman felt a little guilty.

She was careless. She was sorry that she didn't expect that it would disturb the people.

It seems that she also needs to pay attention. There are risks in picking her eyes, so people need to be cautious when watching.

He Xiaoman suddenly realized that being able to smell the stench seemed to be a good thing. Even if there was no such disgusting smell, He Xiaoman would definitely not come out and open the door rashly, but this smell was already a warning that the rot was infested.

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Although the taste is a little hard to describe, the practicality cannot be ignored.

Sure enough, life is full of fragrance.

The bed next door began to make a rhythmic noise that made people blush and heartbeat.

Is this... playing poker early in the morning? And it's also about the unresolved relationship between man and ghost?

The door was knocked again, twice, three times, twice. He Xiaoman raised his nose and sniffed, but there was no strong rancid smell.

At this moment, the knocking on the door, which had stopped for a moment, started ringing again, two, three, and two more times.

He Xiaoman walked to the door and asked, "Who?"

"I!"

This is the most unintentional dialogue in the world, yet almost every house has staged it.

It's clear.

She quickly opened the door and let Feng Che in.

He looked at He Xiaoman nervously: "Are you okay?"

"You mean?"

A slight suppressed cry of pain came from the man, and the expressions on Feng Che's face suddenly became colorful.

"Xiaofu, you can come out during the day, so I will run over to you immediately."

His chest was still rising and falling rapidly, and he was obviously very anxious as he ran all the way here.

He Xiaoman saw that his dark blue sneakers and trousers were all wet, and he raised his eyebrows and gave him a questioning look.

"I went to check out several rose manors, and sure enough I didn't see a rose queen. Our guess was correct."

The people next door were still having trouble, and Feng Che saw that He Xiaoman seemed to be listening attentively, and his face suddenly turned a little ugly: "Children, listen to something healthy."

He Xiaoman has three black lines hanging from his forehead. Classmate, we are the same age and I am about to turn thirty.

"Why do you listen to them? Do you know that I'm very good at bed?" Probably the voice next door was getting more and more exaggerated. In order to relieve the embarrassment, Feng Che, who was forced to listen to others, started talking nonsense.

"Haha, my little kid wants to hear something healthy."

Feng Che ignored He Xiaoman and instead told a very greasy joke: "I can lie in bed all day without eating or drinking. Isn't this good enough?"

"Okay then, I'll lend you my bed today, so don't eat the noodles and let me take a good look at your bed skills."

Feng Che really wants to slap himself in the mouth and call you a bitch!

"Sister Man, I was wrong. My skills in bed are not as good as yours!"

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During the next five days of dungeons, I will temporarily stop demonstrating this technology.

Looking at He Xiaoman's face, Feng Che knew what her central thought was expressed in her silence at the moment, and suddenly she cried unceremoniously: "Sister Man, Aunt Man, Ancestor Man, enjoy the bowl of noodles and eat it, you are my only hope for survival.

ah!"

He Xiaoman felt that Feng Che should be at the bottom of the ranking list of the big guys in his mind. This guy has too little moral integrity.

Feng Che, who was trying hard to eat lobster noodles, said: Brother's moral integrity has changed to noodles.
Chapter completed!