Chapter 212

"Ah, would you like to tell me?"

The other person was sitting with his back against the counter, and he suddenly woke up. There was a slight smile on his face, and there was a hint of shyness in his gentleness. His amber eyes looked particularly deep under the dim light, unexpectedly.

The ground gives a feeling of being unable to see through.

"Could it be that the result was too good?"

At this moment, the message the host obtained from the opponent's blood also reached Mu Sen's mind.

The anchor in front of him was a complete stranger to him.

In other words, the person brought back by Orange Candy was the prophet anchor he had contacted last time. The other party knew what method he had used to deceive his props, Orange Candy, and was brought here as a prophet.

Got fooled.

After realizing this, Musen's face turned pale and his expression gradually became distorted.

The girl leaned forward slightly and stared at him with her eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything.

The tone was not special, just light, as if she was sincerely comforting him, but in Mu Sen's ears, Mo's voice sounded condescending and ridiculing.

Wen Jianyan said with a smile:

"Don't worry, it must be accurate, right?"

It was as if... he had already understood his previous behavior of failing to count cards and even breaking his arm.

In an instant, the frustration and fear just now were all replaced by shame and anger after being fooled.

The old and new hatreds were superimposed, and he was severely stimulated.

Mu Sen stood up abruptly, roughly grabbed the opponent's collar, and pulled the opponent towards him, his voice became more serious: "Shut up, you bitch——"

Wen Jianyan did not move, but raised his eyelids slightly and stared at him quietly.

[Honesty comes first] Live broadcast room:

"???"

"Fuck, you are so angry that you bully the weak and shy away from the strong! You actually attack a beautiful woman?!"

"But I have to say, the anchor is just taunting me. I want to hit him if he wants me, hahahahahaha."

Wen Jianyan raised his hand lightly, and wrapped his slender white fingers around the other person's bandaged wrist, slowly tightening it like a soft ribbon.

"...!"

A strong sense of pain came from his wrist, and he almost screamed in shame.

He controlled his fingers and loosened the grip on the other party's clothes. He wanted to take his hand back immediately, but he was grabbed hard by the other party, unable to move and forced to maintain this seemingly offensive posture.

In the distance, Orange Tang heard the movement behind him, frowned and turned his head, raising his chin towards the other teammate: "Go, separate."

The moment she finished speaking, another tall team member immediately stepped forward. He was used to Mu Sen's behavior since he entered the dungeon, and he was even more stingy at this moment.

Wen Jianyan took advantage of the situation and let go of the other party's wrist.

"!"

Musen stumbled back a few steps, his expression distorted by pain. The sharp pain from his wrist seemed to tell him that what he just said was not an illusion. This seemingly slender, fragile and bully girl is really strong.

Frightened, the grip was as strong as copper poured into iron, almost crushing his wrist.

"Feel sorry……"

The girl took a step back and hid behind the team members. Her long, soft eyelashes blinked up and down, her eye circles were slightly red, and her clothes were scratched. She looked like she had been bullied. She was very protective.

.

She whispered: "I may have said the wrong thing."

Looking at the other party's innocent look, Musen suddenly became angry: "You fucking——"

"That's enough."

Orange Candy's voice deepened.

When she usually speaks, she often talks heartily and with a smile in her voice. But now she suddenly abandoned all emotions and became cold and indifferent, almost terrifying:

"Mu Sen, I thought that among senior anchors, there would be idiots like this who get emotional at critical moments... Or do you want to leave this instance alive?"

"If you really want to die that much," the little girl tilted her head, a sweet smile once again appeared on her expressionless face just now, "I can send you on your way in advance."

Musen's heart was shaken, and he suddenly woke up from the rational state just now.

On the one hand, he encountered this terrifying card game in which the whole army would be annihilated unless he cut off an arm. On the other hand, he learned that the prophet who had been caught so easily was a fake. Under the successive blows, Kisorimoto

I feel restless.

Now he was provoked by this guy's seemingly indifferent, but actually poignant words. Even Musori didn't expect that he would suddenly lose his sense of proportion, be dominated by his emotions, forget about the surrounding environment, and actually do something like this.

for this stupid act.

In this high-level team battle book, "stupidity" is equivalent to "lagging behind" and is the most tolerated bad quality.

Guo Musen has shown irreplaceable value in the previous two floors, plus he is a member of the Oracle. Otherwise, Orange Candy might not even bother to say this threat and just clean him up as useless waste.

Dropped.

Musen suppressed the negative emotions rolling in his eyes, lowered his head and said:

"...I'm sorry, I was impulsive."

Orange Tang looked back: "Follow me."

She thought for a moment and waved to Wen Jianyan: "You too."

The team leader is also responsible for mediating conflicts, and is also responsible for caring for the mental health of the team members, especially the unprecedented crisis they are facing now. Several "customers" enter the store one after another, which means that the attacks they will encounter next may also be a series of attacks.

Wave.

One wave has already overwhelmed Ying, wave...

Even just thinking about it makes my back shiver.

Watching Orange Tang's back as he turned away, Wen Jianyan stepped to follow him and turned to Mu Sen with a shy smile.

Musen: "..."

[Honesty comes first] Live broadcast room:

"Hahahahaha!"

"This wave is really a mute eating Coptis chinensis."

"Hahahahahahahahaha! I'm so angry with you!"

The group walked towards the depths of the store.

Wu Ya stood waiting for them deep in the shop. Although the glutinous rice flour on the ground had completely disappeared, he had already located the place where the dark footsteps last stopped long before the traces disappeared.

"team leader!"

When he saw Orange Tang's figure, his eyes lit up and he waved to her.

Orange Candy: "Is there any result?"

"Um."

Wu Ya nodded and pointed to a painting in front of him: "One pair of footprints stopped in front of this painting, and another pair stopped over there."

He pointed in the opposite direction behind him.

There, in the dark corner of the shop, a blurry portrait in a mahogany frame could be vaguely seen.

"What's the right number?"

"this……"

Wu Ya's face showed a look of concentration. He shook his head slowly and said: "It's a pity that the second pair of footprints disappeared here. I only know that it probably walked towards the rear, but the specifics are

I know exactly where to stop."

Although glutinous rice flour can make supernatural beings leave footprints, it has a time limit, so he must confirm that the "customer" will arrive soon before using it.

But precisely because of this, he did not completely cover the entire store, making it impossible to trace the whereabouts of the last pair of footprints.

"It doesn't matter, let's deal with what we can handle first."

Orange Candy raised her head and looked at the painting closest to her.

The paint on the bright red frame is peeling off, and on the canvas in the middle is a room immersed in darkness. The room is filled with antique wooden furniture, and the furniture is painted in a rich scarlet color.

, there were dark figures standing firmly in the room, one big and two small, holding hands with each other, standing squarely in the middle of the screen, with all eyes clear, only a pale face could be seen faintly.

The whole painting looks very weird, which makes it very comfortable to look at.

Orange Tang took the lead and stepped forward, carefully touching the picture frame with his fingers. However, there was no familiar system prompt sound in his ears.

"It's a prop."

She frowned and said.
To be continued...