There is always something wrong with the temple

No one knows better than Mina what the group of people is going to do. Just now, Hugo talked to them on the team channel.

What Wu Su said was what the players wanted to know.

Mina knew the strangeness of this dark forest.

Everyone knows the stingy character of "Shenji Continent". This task is like some expensive item. In ten and a half months, one or two are thrown in the corner of the lump, making the rare thing more expensive. Quests are rushing in, but you may not encounter one in a year.

But in the Dark Forest, the missions were sent out one after another like a large batch.

Who doesn't envy them on the forum now?

There are also some RMB players who seem to have contacted the players who took the mission in reality, and want to know the coordinates and build a teleportation array to teleport them.

But so far, only five of the players here know the coordinates of this dark forest, and other players still call it a mysterious place on the forum.

Mina and Alyosha were thinking as they moved the unconscious NPC in.

Just now, Wu Su mentioned that it was the Mother Earth and "another" who were fighting.

This 'other', good or bad, but equal in battle, must be a god as well.

gods...

Even Mina, who is mainly a professional in life, is a little excited when she hears this word, let alone those gamers who are addicted to playing games?

Wusu kicked Xiao Duan's leg.

"If you want to ask, just ask." Wu Su's exquisite little face was expressionless, looking like a finely carved jade doll.

Wusu doesn't like smelly faces.

Yehu hesitated a little, wondering if Wusu was angry.

Standing beside Yehu, Han Qiu looked at Wu Su curiously, occasionally a hint of obsession flashed in his eyes.

Wu Su looks too good-looking!

How did this modeling work? Han Qiu can't wait to pinch his face in other games.

Han Qiu is a dead face control.

Hugo knew that Wusu had always been like this, he laughed when he wanted to laugh, and played on his own when he didn't want to laugh, so this expressionless face was the most normal.

"Wu Su, do you know the reason for the fight between the two gods?" Shaobing mixed with fried dough sticks is a straightforward character. After hearing the conversation between Wu Su and Hugo, he had planned to ask this question a long time ago.

Hei Yunyun lay on Wusu's shoulder.

Wu Su sat under the low wall with his knees hugged, his body shrank like a small dumpling, and Wu Su's age could not be seen at all.

After all, with a height of less than 1.5 meters, he is a short potato everywhere.

"I don't know." Wu Su replied slowly, but his big eyes were bright, "We won, you won't see, you won, you come."

Ruan Tuanzi spoke unhurriedly, and his soft, waxy and cool voice sounded very comfortable, but those words made Hugo smile wryly.

The few people around here, whether they don't know the Eastern Han Dynasty, Han Qiu, or sesame seed cakes mixed with deep-fried dough sticks, are not easy to get along with.

Wu Su's simple nature of answering all questions is the easiest to be stereotyped.

Ever since Hugo knew that this game might not be right with Wusu, he could no longer regard this game as a simple game.

Every time I go online, I always hesitate in my heart, but after hesitating again and again, under an inexplicable encouragement, Hugo will continue to log in.

But Wu Su's overly terse answer made Shaobing Mixed Fried Tiao laugh instead.

He is already in his thirties, if it weren't for the job of mixing fried dough sticks with sesame seeds and fried dough sticks, he wouldn't be able to spend a long time in "Shenji Continent" for a long time.

Wusu always reminded him of the snow-white and lovely daughter at home.

He had found out the origin of Wusu, and his exquisite and somewhat indistinguishable appearance was indeed so amazing at the beginning that sesame seed cakes were mixed with deep-fried dough sticks, but for some reason, every time he saw Wusu, he thought of his own daughter. The most peaceful one.

Wusu didn't say much, but in the eyes of the sesame seed cakes and deep-fried dough sticks, it was enough.

The god Mother Earth came here somehow, and was finally dispersed by another inexplicable god. Even according to Wu Su's short words, it seemed that the victorious one had taken some advantage, but this gave them The shock was still great.

Shaobing mixed with fried dough sticks was thinking about whether to continue asking, Wu Su was already lingering and about to come down from the low wall.

Wusu's short legs wobbled twice and couldn't reach the ground.

Five sous: qaq

Wusu is so short.

Wu Su touched his little head.

Seedlings mixed with fried dough sticks looked like they wanted to laugh, and when they were about to hug Wusu down, the black cloud that had been hovering over Wusu's shoulders floated down slowly, and then rubbed Wusu's white and tender feet.

Wu Su blinked.

After stepping down on Hei Yunyun, he happily ran away holding Hei Yunyun.

When the little short legs ran da da da, it was like chasing some thieves behind their backs.

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Fried fried dough sticks mixed with sesame seed cakes couldn't help but touch his inch head, "Did I scare the little baby by talking too much just now?"

Han Qiu glanced at the muscular body of Shaobing mixed with deep-fried dough sticks, and compared Wusu's petite appearance, and couldn't help but also nodded.

It is indeed a small dumpling to hold in the hand.

It's also fucking good-looking.

Death Face Control silently added a sentence.

Hugo couldn't help touching his nose, "Probably something happened."

Wu Su's character is so well-behaved, Hugo will defend him with a word or two intentionally or unintentionally.

Han Qiu patted Hugo on the shoulder suddenly, and smiled meaningfully: "It seems that we are of the same kind, but you don't touch your nose, this action looks creepy, do you think it is a martial arts movie?"

Han Qiu is particularly fond of Wusu.

s face.

It looks delicate and fragile like colored glaze, its temperament is refined, quiet and cute, but when it moves, it is as soft and tender as a snow ball. If it weren't for the game official record that Wusu would be a blank sheet of paper, Han Qiu is really I want to complain about this stupid and clumsy personality, but it drags down the only good looks in this world.

But just now when she saw Wu Su running away, Han Qiu couldn't help but excuse herself.

That's good.

It is a sin to be too beautiful, especially Wu Su is so petite and weak.

This character is upright and clean.

Han Qiu, the worried Yazi, completely forgot in his heart that this was supposed to be just a game.

Hugo looked at Han Qiu like this, and subconsciously glanced at I don't eat eggplant who was supporting a thick NPC not far away.

It seems that after the elf went offline in an emergency last time, he was rarely seen confronting Wusu head-on.

Could it be that he discovered something hard to say?

Wu Su said to Hei Yunyun, "Wu Su is so boring."

he whispered.

The translucent frame lighted up silently, and then dragged out the unfinished tasks.

Wu Su blinked his big eyes.

Da da da ran to the adventurer's guild.

The big guys are all busy outside now, and some awakened adventurers have also started to help transport the unconscious people back.After the player figured out why these people fell into a coma, even Aliena didn't understand the sudden energy.

There was no one in the Adventurer's Guild, so Wusu trotted in.

Hei Yunyun stretched out a small beard, caught Wu Su's soft curly hair, floated unhurriedly behind Wu Su, and was dragged away.

Wu Su stopped in front of the small board where the task was released, and picked one off.

He still remembered that he was going to issue the task of farming to everyone.

Wu Su blinked.

Counting on your fingers, there are many more people.

Wusu is happy.

But there is nothing to eat.

Wu Su was not happy.

Wu Su took two steps holding the small board.

Five Su stopped.

Something like a small window was drawn on the wall of the mission release area.

Wu Su turned his head to look.

Yeah.

Wu Su looked at the pushed open window.

Look at your little hands again.

Pursing her lips, she put her hands behind her small body.

ah!That's not painting.

Xiao Wusu looked left.

look right.

Not five sous.

It's done by hand.

Wu Su is good.

Wusu is very good.