Chapter 135: Lingcheng Fog Capital 8

"Brother Hu, I saw that you were pitiful, so I took you to clear the game together.

The most important thing about survival games is to have nothing to hide from each other and trust each other, you know? ā€

Tian Yong stared at him in the eyes and used this to knock him.

"Know, know."

Hu Buchang nodded, he regarded Tian Yong as a lifesaver.

Especially knowing that the game only has 10 players and 100,000 NPCs, and many times the thirty days are over, and I don't know who is in this round and who is playing with me.

"Brother Tian, this round of food and housing is mine, you must help me!"

Hu Buchang said, very afraid that Tian Yong would dislike him as a burden and abandon him.

"Brother Yong, look at how scared this kid."

At this time, a woman came out of the house. After that, he looked at Tian Yong with all kinds of charm.

The person named Kang Jiafang was in his thirties. Players who were also involved in the game only passed one round.

She has more experience than Hu Buchang, but she also knows how many pounds and taels she has.

Therefore, on the first day of the game, he took the initiative to expose his identity as a player, hoping that there would be powerful players to bring him.

Sure enough, it was hung to Tian Yong's high play.

Kang Jiafang deliberately touched up makeup in the toilet just now, and she knew very well what she needed to pay if she wanted to be protected by the strong.

"Brother Yong...... There's a spider in someone's room, it's scary. ā€

Kang Jiafang took the initiative to lean up, rubbing Tian Yong's arm ambiguously with her chest, "Can you help others take a look?" ā€

"Absolutely."

Tian Yong rubbed Kang Jiafang's ass with his palm, and the two quickly entered the room.

Hu Buchang, who was ignored, walked out in embarrassment, but when he thought of the person living opposite, his body froze nervously.

Thinking of Fu An'an's clean killing that day, Hu Buchang couldn't help but guess.

She can't be a gamer too, right?

Thinking of this, Hu Buchang walked to the door with some confusion, and his hand reached out in mid-air and stopped for a moment.

He wanted to ask, but he didn't dare to.

The next moment the door opened, and the two looked at each other.

The sudden meeting made Hu Buchang extremely scared.

Fu Anan glanced him up and down, smiled and asked, "Is there anything wrong?" ā€

It was harmless, as if they hadn't met before, and it was his hallucination that she had forcibly taken her hand and shot the corpse a few days ago.

"I'll close the door if it's okay."

Fu An'an had a perfunctory smile on his face, trying to make himself look amiable, "Standing at the door of the girl's room for some reason will be regarded as a pervert." ā€

Perverts are going to be beaten.

The last half of the sentence Fu Anan silently recited in his heart.

"I—I have something I want to ask you." Hu Buchang looked in the hallway, and then asked carefully, "Are you a player?" ā€

The surprise in Fu An'an's eyes flashed quickly, and his face was as usual, as if he hadn't heard it.

It was quiet for half a minute.

Fu Anan frowned slightly, "If you have any questions, ask quickly." ā€

Hu Buchang carefully observed Fu An'an's appearance, which was exactly the same as the NPCs he had encountered before.

They don't hear any questions about the game, they don't respond to any questions about the game, and their minds are still stuck in his last sentence.

Thinking that the other party was just a simple NPC, Hu Buchang's mood was much more relaxed.

"I wanted to ask you, what do you do on a daily basis?"

Even though she was just an NPC, Fu An'an's identity still made him curious.

Hearing this, Fu An'an's eyes narrowed, his expression instantly turned cold, and he slammed him against the wall with one palm.