At this time, Sun Dafu had completely lost consciousness, and the cheongsam woman and Wu Yuxiang dragged Sun Dafu out with great effort.

With the departure of the cheongsam woman and Wu Yuxiang, the villa was quiet.

The angel sculpture stared intently at Ye Dill intently, and his gaze could even be regarded as eager.

Ye Dill yawned: "I seem to be a little sleepy, can you tell me how long I have been in the game?" ”

The angel sculpture didn't expect Ye Dill's first words to be this, and he said unhappily: "It's been almost two days and one night." ”

"It's been so long," Ye Dill yawned again, then stretched, "No wonder I feel so sleepy." ”

In this game, the concept of normal time becomes particularly blurred.

Because time here is fragmented, maybe one second is morning, and the next second becomes night. The date also jumps back and forth, one time earlier and some later.

In such a situation, the concept of normal time becomes less clear.

Ye Dill only eats when she's hungry, but hasn't slept since entering the game.

"Then I'll sleep." Ye Dill leaned next to the angel sculpture's legs, thought about it, and asked the angel sculpture again, "When I sleep, will the story fragment continue to appear?" ”

"Of course," the angel sculpture rightly said, "so you're probably missing something while you're sleeping." ”

"If you miss it, you miss it," Ye Dill shrugged her shoulders unconcernedly, "as long as you don't make me sleep." ”

As long as there is no more noise in the living room, she can sleep peacefully. 163

However, there were no voices or people in the living room, which meant that the footage that happened during this period was somewhere upstairs, and she couldn't see or hear it, so she had to miss it.

"Hey, you're not in the right state." The angel cried out, "Don't you have anything to tell me?" ”

"What do you want me to tell you?" Ye Dill raised her eyebrows slightly and asked rhetorically.

"You just watched a live broadcast like that, and you don't have anything to say to me?" The angel sculpture's eyes widened, and he had an expression of "I'm afraid you're not a fool."

"Not yet." Ye Dill shook her head and replied quite simply, without the slightest hesitation.

The corners of the angel sculpture's mouth twitched: "I originally thought you were a very smart player, but I didn't expect you to be a stupid person, it's all like this, you can't see anything?" ”

"I originally thought that the sculptures were quite silent, but I didn't expect you to be a noisy duck comparable to Tang Seng." Ye dill replied with a similar statement.

"What?!" The angel sculpture suddenly became angry, "You dare to say that I am a duck?" Look at my handsome face, you can't bear to say that I'm a duck? ”

"Or do you prefer crows?" Ye Dill asked rhetorically.

"Damn!" The angel sculpture greeted in a friendly manner, "You guy is deliberately going against me, right?" ”

Ye Dill was too lazy to reply to such a non-nutritious question, she let the little pudding spit out a thin blanket, ready to wrap it on herself, and lie down on the spot to sleep.

"This little spirit in your hand is really good," the angel sculpture said suddenly, "it looks like it smells fragrant, it must taste good." ”

Hearing the angel's words, the little pudding shrank into the leaf dill's pocket.

There was a smell of whirring in the soft and cute voice: "Stinky stones, you know it's not delicious when you look at it!" ”