Your words are not ancient Chinese, the ancient Chinese of the interstellar era is not the same as the ancient literary language of the interstellar age. ”

Mr. Private School felt that he had a virus in his head.

Otherwise, how could he not keep up with the rhythm of this banquet attendee?

"The game experience is too poor, and it is recommended to improve." Lin Qingyin sat down and sighed leisurely.

Mr. Private School: ......

Mr. Private School's head froze for a moment, and then he bent down slightly: "Please wait." ”

The movements of the demons outside the window were frozen in an instant, they no longer shouted to tear people apart, and even their expressions were the same confused.

Zero-Zero: ...... What the hell is going to work?!

Tell me what game you guys are!

Dark survival game!

……

Tomorrow appeared in a ring.

The underneath is densely packed with people, dressed in ancient clothes.

"Defeat me, and you can marry my sister."

In front of Ming Day, there was a burly man.

Mingtian took a half step back: "I won't marry your sister, can I directly end the dungeon and receive the reward?" ”

The burly man is obviously very involved in the play: "If you don't fight today, you will fight!" ”

Hooligan game.

Tomorrow was helpless, he took off his mask and hung it around his waist.

Mingtian raised his head and smiled: "Come on." ”

Five minutes later, Mingyu stood in front of the room of the burly big man's sister.

"If you win me, you can marry my sister, and today you must make my sister happy."

Mingyang hooked his lips, and the dagger turned in the palm of his hand: "Well, I can say that I love girls the most." ”

……

Lin Qingyin got out of the copy of the private school and reappeared at the corner of the side hall.

Lin Qingyin took a step forward, and was dizzy again.

Bang.

The head was struck.

Lin Qingyin appeared in the carriage, and just now the carriage suddenly stopped, and her head hit the carriage.

Isn't it unaffordable!

"There are assassins!"

Lin Qingyin lifted the curtain, and in an instant, her eyes were filled with cold light, and more than a dozen black-clothed people with swords attacked her in all directions.

It's so violent.

Ten minutes later, Lin Qingyin held the sword and sent the last man in black on the road.

……

Lin Qingyin walked a total of ten steps in the direction of the side hall gate.

Lin Qingyin leaned against the wall, physically and mentally exhausted: "Housekeeper." ”

"What do you command, this guest?"

The butler appears out of thin air.

"How long is until lunch?"

"Half an hour, guest."

Lin Qingyin glanced at the gate of the side hall, clenched his fists, and turned back.

"Hey, sister."

Mingxiao appeared in the aisle, and when he saw Lin Qingyin, his eyes lit up.

"Sister, let me tell you, this game is too undisciplined, and the first copy brother almost lost his innocence."

The butler who stayed where he was was was smiling.

I feel that my innocence has been offended.

The housekeeper disappeared silently.

"Sister, look at this hairpin, my brother thinks it's very worthy of you." Dog game to give his girl hairpin how to use it!

Tomorrow shares the skills of hairpins.

Lin Qingyin took the hairpin, and she threw a golden hollow one-eyed mask to Mingyang with a flat expression.

"Sister, did you win for your brother on purpose?"

Mingtian turned the mask over and looked at it carefully.

"Poisoned."

Mingday's hands stiffened, and then smiled and put the mask into the game's newly developed personal space for banquet attendees: "My sister's poison, my brother is willing." ”

Lin Qingyin: ......

Okay, find a chance to poison.

There were already diners in front of the restaurant, but no one dared to enter.

Lin Qingyin and Mingtian walked side by side, and their expressions were very cold, as if they had met by chance, and their bodies were still at a vigilant distance.

"Do you really not know a little bit of Chinese etiquette?"

Some people who went to the banquet asked Lin Qingyin and Mingyang without giving up.

Both of them have pure ancient Chinese blood, and aren't they nobles? Don't you learn the etiquette of your ancestors?