Sure enough, even with the use of the backtracking treasure weapon, the powerful players other than Fengyang still couldn't see anything.

Thousands of players watched the entire world on the public screen. Therefore, even friends who are close to Fengyang are embarrassed to do things blindly.

Dill turned off the synchronous live broadcast of the world public screen and looked at Feng Tian and his party on the small tablet again.

System: The host always cuts the table when I'm looking at it, what can I do, as a cane-making system with no human rights and no autonomy, I'm really desperate.

The system saw the corners of Did's mouth twitch slightly, her eyes rolled, and then a paragraph came into her mind: Do you think that a player who builds up combat power by throwing money and fighting can defeat a player who relies on operation skills to actually enter the combat power list? Or do you find it interesting to watch a one-sided abusive show or a total suppressive battle to show off your intelligence?

System:......

......

On the screen, the Divine Soldier Squad has met with the client of the Third Night Maze and received this mission from him.

Unexpectedly, this time Lin Zhiyan still gave up the opportunity in his hand and achieved the success of this mission. There was nothing unusual in his expression, as if he was a raider who was trying his best to complete the task, just like the other four members of the team.

However, on the interface of the small tablet's annotation, the red bar above his head that heralded jealousy and unwillingness was quietly rising. The moment the progress red bar breaks the top, he will become a complete traitor.

For Dill, if it weren't for some consideration later, I'm afraid she wouldn't have looked at their entire dungeon strategy process. But now, even with this kind of consideration, Dill only pays a little attention to the task release process of the Night's Lost Realm, and she still doesn't pay attention to the mission completion process of the Divine Soldier Squad.

Dill closed her eyes, and bits and pieces flashed through her mind.

In the picture, the girl has the same face as herself, has a voice that is exactly the same as herself, and has the same behavior as herself.

Dill could clearly feel the fluctuation that she was quite closely connected with herself, but she was never able to get close to her and firmly grasp the fluctuation in her hand. Even, she couldn't piece together those scattered pictures into a complete picture, and she couldn't get any logical and reasonable information from them.

A pair of large broad hands touched Dill's shoulders from behind.

"If you want to have a headache for some things for a while, save them for later, and don't embarrass yourself." The rich male voice carries a warm power that soothes people's hearts, like wisps of clear spring nourishing the heart.

Dill didn't open her eyes, but the relaxed string in her heart tauted. "What? Don't continue to play your Magnolia straight general? ”

Ziye sighed gloomily, her lips moving slightly, but she was speechless.

He gently removed his hand from Dill's shoulder, silently walked up to Dill, half-knelt to maintain the same height as hers, and said, "There are some things that are not yet the time to speak, and the most important thing is that you don't want your current self to know." ”

Dill suddenly opened her eyes, and a sharp gaze burst out of her dark eyes: "You mean, it's all my own choice?" ”