"Let me die!"

Zhang San covered the top of his bare head and slammed into the stone, but fortunately Wen Ning stopped quickly.

When the rescue team went out, Zhang San covered his face and followed Wen Ning like a little daughter-in-law and got into the ambulance.

The second time he went to the hospital, the doctor stared at Wen Ning's face carefully, "Hey, it's you, little girl!" ”

Wen Ning smiled.

The doctor tapped a few times in front of the computer, and an electronic medical record was written.

"It's only been a week, why were you sent here again. This time it was a little better than last time, and my arm was bruised. ”

Wen Ning was still smiling.

"Okay, take some medicine and go back to apply it after the payment is settled, people, be careful."

"Well, thank you, doctor, I'll pay attention next time."

After paying the bill with the electronic medical insurance card, Wen Ning replied one by one, but silently added in her heart: See you next week.

After receiving the medicine, Wen Ning saw that in the corridor of the hospital, Zhang Santou was against the wall, and the whole person was in a state of decadence, still muttering something in his mouth.

She leaned in to listen.

"Woo, I think I'm a young flower, why was I forced to the Mediterranean, woo!"

Zhang San said while touching the hairstyle that became a Mediterranean.

"No, don't cry for you."

Zhang San didn't know why, "Sister Ning, I'm not injured, what's the use of giving me this bandage?" ”

Wen Ning told him what was the use of practical actions, and she clapped her hands with satisfaction when she looked at Zhang San with a bow on her head.

"Okay, so people won't laugh at you."

Zhang San believed it, and was furious with strange eyes from passers-by after taking a few steps.

No one laughed at him anymore, but someone called him a pervert!

He spent a lot of money to buy a peaked cap to wear, restored himself to the appearance of a handsome guy, and found a coffee shop to sit down.

"Zhang San, what's going on with you?"

Wen Ning's heart repeatedly jumps between poking people's wounds and not poking, and curiosity overcomes compassion.

"Hey, I just didn't want to join their guild, and those people intimidated me in the dungeon and cut off my hair with a throwing knife!"

Zhang San was distressed.

Guild?

Wen Ning thought of the initial forum post floating red on the APP, and quickly clicked on it.

#Smile Game Guild Red and Black List (Boiling!) ）#

Guild Red List: 1. The reason for being drunk and obsessed with gold on the list: The guild president's wealth highlights that he has money, and he claims that there is nothing that money can't solve

2. The reason why Song of Thorns is on the list: The great gods are gathered, and one person can support the aircraft carrier

3. The reason why the analyst is on the list: master the best quality strategy, not only produce the strategy, but also be the porter of the strategy

……

Compared with a bunch of lists on the red list, the guilds hanging alone on the black list are more eye-catching.

Guild Black List: 1. The reason why the Killing Capital is on the list: There is extremely serious discrimination against newcomers, and he is good at squeezing newcomers

"It's it, it's it, it's it, the killing capital that shaved my hair off!"

Zhang San looked at it, and his hand pointing at the black list shook violently, "Sister Ning, help me take revenge and make a way to make them die." ”

Wen Ning glanced at him and calmly put away her phone, "I refuse." Even if you want to take revenge, you and I are newcomers in the dungeon, and we don't have any hole cards, and we can't be tough enough for each other. ”

"Yes."

"What you are doing is an evil thing, I have a good roots, and I won't touch this shameless thing."

The words were conclusive, and Wen Ning felt that the red scarf on her chest was bright again.

Zhang San was stunned for a moment, but instead of giving up, he took out a card from the inner lining of his clothes and pushed it in front of Wen Ning.

"I'll give the money."

Wen Ning raised her eyebrows, "It's not a question of money or not, it's a moral ......"

"Five million in it."

"Five million!" Wen Ning hurriedly pinched the middle of the people, calmed down and continued: "No, I still won't do that evil ......"

Zhang San was persuaded by Wen Ning, who had a resolute attitude, and retreated: "Sister Ning, then it's okay to protect me in the dungeon, and if you meet someone in the Killing Capital, you can punch me twice, right?" Double after the deed. ”

Double!

100 million!

Wen Ning's eyes lit up, she knew that Zhang San was the second generation of rich, but she didn't expect Zhang San to be so rich.

She took out the black card under Zhang San's hand, calmly put it in her pocket and said: "Since you are so resolute, I can't delay it anymore, witchcraft or Western curse?" I can do both. ”

Tom:......

[Ding Dong.] 】

The familiar electronic sound sounded, and Wen Ning and Zhang San's complexions changed suddenly.

I just came out of the dungeon, why do I want a dog leash again!

Let's get a week's worth of health!

[The window seat of the coffee shop you are sitting in will be hit by a runaway truck thirty seconds later, you have a chance to participate in the dungeon in exchange for survival, your choice is

1. Survival

2. Death]

Wen Ning sneered, "Choose to complain." ”

[Okay, your will Xiaowei has been collected...... Alas? 】

Xiao Wei was stuck, and there was no complaint about this option in the system settings, so she had to say it again.

Wen Ning also patiently repeated the wish to complain.

【！ @@##@￥&*（】

After a string of garbled characters, Xiaowei spoke again.

[The window position of the coffee shop you are sitting in will be hit by a runaway truck in thirty seconds, you have a chance to participate in the dungeon in exchange for survival, your choice is - okay, Xiaowei has received your strong will to survive, the game is loading]

This time, she didn't give Wen Ning a chance to choose the third path, and Xiaowei directly sent Wen Ning into the dungeon.

The world swirled, and Wen Ning came to the scene of this dungeon.

It was pitch black, and all she could tell was she was sitting at the table.

[Dungeon: Black Crow Story.]

Number of participants: 5 people

Participate in the mission: Black Crow Roundtable Story Solitaire has officially opened. You are one of the 11 black crows, and you will continue to write the story in an immersive way, please survive successfully after 5 rounds of 11 black crows in Solitaire, please come on, the gods are watching you]

After Xiaowei finished introducing the task, a crunch was heard.

Wen Ning looked back, and the brief light made her see clearly whether there was a wooden door behind her, or a wooden door that had fallen into disrepair.

Immediately after that, a man wearing a bird's beak mask and carrying a kerosene lamp walked in on his back.

Because of this mask with a sharp beak that covered the whole face, Wen Ning couldn't tell whether the other party was a human or a strange, but he walked in wearing a feather coat and carrying a kerosene lamp on his back.

As He walked slowly, the wooden door closed, and the faint light of kerosene illuminated the dark room, and He dragged the slender hem of his clothes closer to the round table.

"You've been waiting for a long time."

The old man's hoarse voice sounded, and the man put down the kerosene lamp, and the black glowing feathers on the sleeve fell, and he sat in front of him with his hands folded, and the sleeve made a rustling sound again because of this movement.

"Today is the annual Black Crow Story Meeting, and this year, in addition to our 6 old people, fresh blood has come in."

"I'm the initiator of the story meeting, you can call me the fool, let's all introduce each other."