“Where is there any discomfort?”

“…”

Wen Jianyan lay off on the floor, feeling a little dizzy and took him five seconds to realize that he had been pulled out of the mirror.

",thing."

He shook his head, breathing a long sigh as if he had been alive after the disaster, and said in a hoarse voice.

Yu and the others were startled by the other party's raised faces.

The other party's cheekbones were stained with a sick blush, and his eyes and nose were slightly red as if they were bullied. His eyelashes were wet, and there was a hint of wet tears in his amber-colored eyes.

"What's wrong?" Yun Bilan said worriedly.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, shook his head slowly, gritted his teeth and said, "Things."

He stood up with his teammate's hand, and just stood up straight, and he couldn't help but stagger.

Wen Jianyan's face changed slightly.

"Are you injured?" Wen Ya accurately captured the slight pause of the other party's movements and frowned with some worry.

“…”

Wen Jianyan grinded his teeth viciously, revealing a slightly twisted slight: "Yes, but it's already an old injury. I was just hit."

He opened the store, exchanged the painkiller and reliever, and quickly poured it into his throat. Only then did his face finally return to normal little by little.

"Where is yellow 『hair"?

He looked around.

Yun Bilan and others realized that they were too concerned about their teammates’ safety just now and actually forgot the hostages!

Several people looked at each other and saw the same feeling of condensation in each other's eyes.

Yun Bilan ran out of the room and happened to see Huang Mao reaching into the turntable to get the key.

Obviously, the other party took advantage of the chaos just now and ran out to turn the turntable secretly.

Seeing that he was discovered, Huang Mao jumped up suddenly and grabbed a few keys and ran forward! He quickly unscrewed a door and ran away like a burning butt!

"Chasing! This guy ran away!"

Yun Bilan gritted her teeth and took steps to chase after her. The rest of the world followed closely.

Wen Jianyan paused.

He thought of something and turned his head to glance into the bathtub.

Something shines at the bottom of the bathtub, which should be a prop he saw before entering the mirror.

He was able to catch it when he ran out.

The moment the fingertips touched the props, the familiar system sounded in his ears: "Congratulations to the anchor for obtaining the hidden props in the dungeon (difficulty)!"

【Collective degree 2/6】

——It’s actually difficult!

Wen Jianyan's eyes lit up.

Before he could examine the appearance of the prop, he stuffed it casually into his pocket, and hurriedly turned around and followed.

In any case, I still have to grab yellow hair tightly now.

Outside several rooms above my head.

"Hey, where are the people?"

The gray city walking in front of him turned his head and couldn't help but be stunned.

Behind it is empty.

However, in just a few seconds, the yellow hair that was just following not far away disappeared, leaving a trace, as if it had evaporated out of thin air.

——What's going on?

"Hey, don't leave!" Huicheng called out several of his teammates and said in a narrow voice: "The yellow 'mao' is gone!"

"What?"

Yu and the others were stunned and stopped. They turned around and returned to the room and began to search for the figure of Huang Mao.

Yes, the room in front of me was empty and there was no place for hiding people.

Huang Mao disappeared without a trace for no reason.

How could this happen?!

"Captain, what should I do?" Yu and his men looked at Gray City.

Gray City sang for a long time and said, "Don't worry about him, let's continue to move forward."

Although it is really troublesome to have yellow "hair", it is irrational to waste your time on your behalf.

Just as several people left the room and came to the corridor, Gray City's cell phone suddenly buzzed and vibrated.

He opened his phone and looked at it, and couldn't help but be stunned.

It's yellow hair.

"What's wrong?" said his teammate.

Gray City quickly walked to the window and said as he walked, "He said, let's look down at five o'clock."

Obviously, they are looking at the atmosphere of yellow "hair", otherwise the other party would not be so clear about where they are now.

He stood at the window and swept in the direction Huang Mao said on the text message.

Soon, his eyes stopped in a translucent corridor, and his pupils shrank slightly:

"Look!"

Yu and his teammates came forward one after another and looked in a direction

A familiar figure was running forward along the corridor.

Grey City took a breath:

"It's the mission goal!"

He is really dead!

Wen Jianyan stopped.

Not far away, Huang Mao, who was trying to escape, had been caught by his fierce teammates. He was now hiding in the corner crying and was beaten by Yun Bilan and Wen Yaren.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Catch it.

but……

Suddenly, Wen Jianyan realized the strong sight from somewhere.

He turned his head and looked at it, and soon met the gray city with a gray face not far away.

Wake up, it was discovered.

Slow raised his eyebrows and turned his head to look at the yellow hair that was curled into a ball in the distance.

He actually ran away secretly and sent a message to his teammates for help. It seems that this guy is useful as he imagined.

but……

Wen Jianyan visually measured the other party's observation angle and realized that he could only see himself from one direction, but not the yellow "hair" that was surrounded by a corner.

Just right.

The curve of his lips deepened slightly.

"Stop first."

Wen Jianyan walked forward, pulled away his teammate who had vented enough, and persuaded slowly: "Don't fight, it's not good to beat people."

The yellow hair, which was tearfully wafted up, looked at the young man in front of him.

The other party looked down and saw a gentle feeling at the corners of his eyebrows and eyes. A pair of amber-colored pupils showed a clear texture under the light, with an extremely friendly temperament.

Wen Jianyan walked in step by step.

He stretched out his hand, helped up the yellow hair that fell to the ground, and gently patted the dust off his body.

"Is that true?"

Less authentic.

“…”

Huang Mao shook his head blankly.

For some reason, the other person just pulled him away in the mirror flashed through his mind.
To be continued...