Chi Yu's eyes were about to pop out: "Aren't you Wu Fan?" Then why are you pretending to be serious! ”

"Role-playing is a joy of life, and a stupid person like you won't understand it."

Well, don't you just say that you're perverted?

Whose cosplay is as undisciplined as you!

"Does my identity matter?" Wu Fan pretended to be deep, stared at Chi Yu intently, and asked repeatedly, "Who am I, does it matter?" ”

Chi Yu was speechless for a while, whether he was Wu Fan or not, this matter didn't seem to be very important.

Everyone is just a player.

It was Chi Yu himself who imprisoned his own thinking.

He was just wondering if Ren Quan would be an NPC, but he didn't think about whether there would be a problem with other people's identities, even if he realized that Wu Fan's identity was likely to be the airdrop player, he didn't think that the identity of the player "Wu Fan" would be impersonated.

If what Wu Fan said in front of him is correct, it means that he has other identities in this game, so where is the real "Wu Fan"?

That person must be alive and well, and if he is not well, or is already dead, then the number on the phone must have changed.

If everything is fine, why doesn't he join up with the big army? Did this imposter not let him come, or did he take it upon himself not to come?

……

It's a pity that the imposter no longer intends to answer Chi Yu's questions, and these questions are gone.

A few people didn't say anything else all night.

On the evening of the fifth day, there was nothing particularly thrilling, and it passed without incident.

Chi Yu naturally didn't sleep all night, maybe he knew that Chi Yu wouldn't fall asleep, Wu Fan actually slept well.

Of course, Chi Yu already knew that he was not the real Wu Fan, but he still habitually called him Wu Fan.

The name is a code name, and it's not too important after all, just say it.

A new day begins.

It's time for dinner.

Ren Quan stirred the cold porridge in the bowl, scooped a full spoonful with a disposable plastic spoon, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Chew, chew, chew.

The porridge is still hot and delicious, but the cold is not inedible, and when everyone is gnawing on the compressed biscuits, he still has a mouthful of porridge to drink, which is already very good.

This all depends on Liu Yong, who is like a god, and with his love and guilt for his younger brother, he gave him alms.

He's not a very picky person.

But......

He still began to feel unhappy, very unhappy.

The point that caused him to feel unhappy was opposite him.

There was a sight, like melted maltose, stuck to his face, and no matter what he did, he couldn't avoid it.

He even felt like a chicken being targeted by a weasel.

He finally couldn't help but ask, "Why do you keep looking at me?"

As usual, Liu Yong and Zhou Qiaotai sat at another table, Ren Quan and Chi Yu sat on the edge of the original table, and the two parties had nothing to do with each other, and each ate their own things.

The quarrel at night is still fresh in people's memories, and reconciliation cannot be so fast.

If it weren't for Ren Quan's sudden opening of his mouth to speak, everyone would have maintained such a silent and rigorous attitude to finish the meal.

Eating silently, sleeping silently, is the personal cultivation of the saints, and the two words of the saint are slightly changed, that is, the cultivation of cultural people.

The cultivation of several people here is uneven, but there should be many scholars among them, even the body where Chi Yu is located, "Xiao Chen", is a college student, even if it is a veritable sling.

Unfortunately, in the few days of survival in the last days, these traditional or non-traditional standards of cultivation have declined.

In the real world, many people focus on the minutiae, such as whether they have a left-handed knife and a right-hand fork, or a left-handed fork and a right-handed knife when eating Western food, and they are very particular and can explain the importance of this order at length and scoff at people who eat steak with chopsticks.

The funny thing is that a large part of them don't really like these etiquette cultures, but like to show their identity, their own style, they feel that their eating looks like a grand and solemn performance, such a performance is worth their efforts.

When there is no audience for such a performance, those etiquettes will be treated as straw paper and thrown into the wastebasket.

Take Liu Yong, a cultural person, for example, in the first few days, he would still express his disgust with bloodstained clothes, and now, he can even directly use the coat on his body as a hand towel, once he gets used to this expensive hand cloth, he even feels that it is easy to use and trouble-free.

He doesn't pay attention to those standards anymore, and everything he does is based on "I need to do this", not "I want others to see me do this".

Even diehards like Yoo Young have fallen, let alone others.

"Brother?"

Liu Yong chewed something in his mouth, turned around and shouted indistinctly.

There were even some food scraps that leaked out of the corners of his mouth.

When Chi Yu looked up, he was talking to Liu Yong with food in his mouth, and seeing the scattered debris hanging from the corner of his mouth, Chi Yu felt that the knife in his hand fell on the table, making a "clanging" sound.

Pigs will drop scum when they eat, describing people's bad eating habits, usually saying, "You eat more ugly than pigs".

As a result, Chi Yu's above-mentioned deep feelings about saints and cultivation have been verified by the speed of light.

Saints are also human beings, so don't saints lose scum when they eat?

Not all pigs have food to eat.

Not all the people who eat are pigs.

……

Chi Yu couldn't help but support his forehead, he felt that his fault-finding problem had been carried forward under the foil of the hobby of "making death".

What does Liu Yong look like, and what does it have to do with him?

Why did he care so much about it?

Why, does he always find a groove in some strange details?

Soon, Chi Yu shifted his gaze and landed on Ren Quan's body.

He felt a chill from the body of this goods, and even vaguely smelled a special smell, like the smell of zombies before they came.

It gives goosebumps to the table.

His intuition told him that there were some subtle changes in Ren Quan's body, even though he didn't do anything.

Wu Fan stopped what he was doing, and began to look at this boy with great interest, looking at him very attentively and above board.

The perverted gaze began to become sophisticated, like watching a lion and tiger show in a circus.

Ren Quan slammed the spoon very hard and splashed the porridge on a tablecloth. Read the latest chapter of "Villain Forging System Claw Book House" for free for the first time.