As soon as Yang Yuying received the memory, the same dispatch soared up like a wild horse.

Her heart was beating wildly, and she used all her strength to control it, and she exhaled softly, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Now it can be predicted, this copy is afraid that it will not be easy to clear the customs.

However, the game system is the choice of Lin Jianzhu, which does make sense, Lin Jianzhu has a lot of beautiful qualities, not to mention unique, but it is also very rare.

And the male characters are really better than the female characters at this point.

If you want to complete the task, you must contact that Yan Lichuan.

Now is the twenty-first year of Hongde, there are still ten years before the year of Jingsheng, even if it is more than 30 years later, women have come out of the house one after another, can study, can practice martial arts, and even can find a job, women are still not bound by layers, if the relationship with men is better, there must be a lot of gossip.

And now?

The male character is much more convenient, and as a confidant and friend, it doesn't hurt to get closer.

Yang Yuying pondered for a while, and in accordance with the agreement with Shimeng, she first applied for a prop from Shimeng - 'Xintong'.

This is a very special item, usually teammates can connect with each other, so as long as they appear on a map, they can have a heart-to-heart.

As soon as she got Xintong, she directly connected Yan Lichuan and Lin Jianzhu.

However, it is only half, Yan Lichuan is the recipient, and Lin Jianzhu's thoughts and thoughts will be unilaterally passed on to him.

Of course, Yang Yuying's own thoughts have been locked and will never let anyone know.

Looking at the introduction, their target person, Yan Lichuan, has a slight autism, weak emotions, and cannot accept other people's emotions normally.

Then I'll open a door for him first.

Well, maybe you can win by surprise?

Yang Yuying brushed her thoughts again, and fell asleep on the bed.

Even if there are thousands of calculations, you have to wait for everyone to arrive, and this good show can be staged.

Before Yang Yuying closed her eyes, she glanced at the system interface again.

[Hint: The plot introduction of the high-difficulty dungeon is incomplete, and players may trigger the hidden plot at any time, so please be careful.] 】

……

The yellow sand stretches as far as the eye can see.

In the town of Xiping outside the desert, it is still the same as in the past, and the desolation also reveals heroism, and the tavern and tea shop are simple and powerful, but the people who can make a living in this place are all wonderful people with stories.

Even the little guy who squatted at the door of the teahouse and greeted the guests without saying a word had an angular handsome face.

Every stone in the town, every scar, reveals something rustic and terrifying.

Every traveler who comes here for the first time can't help but feel emotional.

Yan Lichuan did not.

He was wearing a shabby, patched cloak, with a collar erected to cover half of his face, his eyes only looked at the land in front of him, empty-handed, his skin was very white and delicate, only looking at the skin and the traces on his body, he was like a fledgling family, not at all like a Jianghu guest who had been wandering on the rivers and lakes for more than half a year.

Yan Lichuan didn't think about anything.

His mind was empty.

He is not blind, but everything in front of him cannot enter his eyes at all, he is not deaf, but he instinctively does not listen to the voices of this world.

Slowly walked into the only liquor store in Xiping Town, as soon as he entered, he paused slightly, and a fluttering voice appeared in his head.

(Yan Lichuan...... ）

（…… This little boy is going to enter the desert? It's not been peaceful in the desert lately, so if there's nothing important, it's better not to go. ）

Yan Lichuan raised his eyelids slightly, turned his head to look around for the first time, and looked around, showing a trace of confusion on his face.

(Yan Lechuan!) ）

(But if it's okay, who will go to the desert?) ）

（…… How can you be so thin? ）

After a while, Yan Lichuan looked at the well-roasted lamb chops, warm goat's milk, and big face given by the proprietress on the table, and looked up at the people who were surrounded by a group of people and laughing.

I only glanced at it.

Oh, not delusional.

Yan Lichuan only needed to be sure that the voices echoing in his mind were not imaginary for him.

As for why he heard it, why someone called his name, he didn't care much.

It's just a bit annoying.

This Dafeng wine shop is close to the desert, and the proprietress has some connections with the local underworld and white road, so she can always get the materials that are in short supply in such border towns, and the business is doing well.

Passers-by who enter and leave the desert generally have to replenish supplies in the town, and it is also very comfortable to have a small wine shop like them to rest for a while, drink two bowls of wine, and eat some serious food.

The proprietress has been open for seven years, and in the past seven years, the door has been open to welcome visitors from all over the world, and she has already seen many customers.

Among them, there are high-rollers, fair ladies, literati, and dignitaries, who are easy to get along with and those who are not easy to get along with, and there are no fresh tricks in her eyes.

As soon as this guest entered the door today, she knew that this must be a nobleman, or a nobleman who does not eat the fireworks of the world and does not know the sufferings of the world.

This is a young man, who never looks more than twenty years old.

With a warm smile on his face, his clothes, shoes and hats look ordinary, but he can see at first sight that the whole set of clothes is cut and made.

The material is a precious fabric that they don't even recognize.

The jade pendant on the waist, the bead string on the wrist, and the wrench worn on the thumb are none of them invaluable.

The fact that such a young boy can still appear in their small town wine shop adjacent to the desert is only a sign that either this boy has a good mind and good kung fu, or his parents have sent someone to take care of him, or both.

Anyway, as soon as he entered the door, the proprietress secretly told him that he would be entertained, and he would never be offended, and he should also prevent those who often make trouble in the wine shop from hitting the iron plate.

It is said that in their place, the dragon has to be coiled and the tiger has to lie down, but it depends on where the dragon is and where the tiger is.

Of course they don't care about the dragons in ordinary rivers and the tigers in small hills, but like this one, it is better not to offend, not to offend.

Lin Jianzhu didn't know the careful thinking of the proprietress, he had a gentle and harmless smile on his face, and he was drawing a picture of a pair of brothers and sisters dressed in short clothes, and the people around him were all around.

He drew detailed and clear maps, and also marked the specialties of each state and county, which state lacked what goods, which state's ruler was clear, which county was more strict with business travel, and occasionally added the characteristics of local merchants, etc.

Not to mention these merchants in the wine shop, even a few people who go to the rivers and lakes can't help but look carefully and ask questions from time to time.

(The largest trading company in Shangzhou should be the Li family, right?) Oops, I don't remember clearly, skip it, skip it. ）

(Heck, you can't draw here, it's illegal to draw it.) ）

In fact, the imperial court has a very strict control over public maps, and especially detailed maps are not allowed to be privately collected.

Yan Lichuan unconsciously glanced up.

Lin Jianzhu was aware of this, raised his eyebrows and returned a shallow smile.

(This little boy looks so young, going to the desert alone?) ）

Yan Lichuan stared at him twice, put down the dishes and chopsticks, stood up and rested in the guest room on the second floor.

As soon as he left, the synchronization rate between Yang Yuying and Lin Jianzhu only dropped slightly, to 90%.

Now I finally really found my consciousness.

After a few more words of entertainment for the guests around her, she also returned to the guest room and fell on the bed with a bang, her eyes blank and her mind empty.

The same tone has always tasted more than 90 percent, and it turns out to be like this!

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