I contracted the bed for the full escape game

Several players met their gazes.

Most afraid of the air suddenly quiet.

The NPCs who were going to cheer for the president's return didn't know whether to speak for a while.

Because their chief courier sister Hua stared at the president's face, without saying a word.

Wasn't it all rehearsed?

Why did they suddenly drop the chain?

Only the eldest nephew Chen Yue, whom Chen Chuci had repeatedly mentioned, reacted. Holding the flowers in his arms, he rushed to Longjing at the fastest speed after he realized it, and stuffed the gorgeous bouquet into the opponent's chest. arms.

He smiled stiffly and said, "Welcome back, Mr. President."

Longjing was relatively calm. He took the bright bouquet from Chen Yue's hand and looked sideways at the old magician, as if waiting for the other party's explanation.

The old magician looked more at the Xia sisters, as if he didn't understand why the two chief couriers seemed to know Longjing.

The original president has been missing for almost decades, how could these young girls know what the original president looked like?

Then there was only one possibility left - the person they knew was not the original president, but the young man now.

But the old wizard didn't say a word about it.

He turned to look at Longjing, and said respectfully: "Mr. President, everyone should be waiting. Let's go in and have a look first. You have left the association to practice magic for so many years, and we miss you very much."

Longjing nodded and entered the banquet hall of the castle.

No matter from which point of view, he is indeed very similar to the original president.

The old magician guided Longjing to the seat on the high platform. No one had sat on that seat for a long time, and it was not popular at all.

Longjing didn't ask him any questions, but just acted according to the old magician's guidance.

However, before he could sit down, someone came up to toast him.

"Mr. President, my name is Labrador, and I'm an elf~"

Long Jing stared at the dark skin of the other party, and according to the behavior of the president in his memory, he picked up a wet wipe and wiped his fingers one by one.

The fingers were slender and fair, and they looked even colder and whiter when they were touched by the wet wipes.

The first person to toast was the dark elf. The dark elemental aura on his body was very strong, which showed the profundity of his magic.

He does not exist in the memory of the Magic Express Association accepted by Longjing, and he should have become a high-level member of the association in the past few decades.

After Longjing finished wiping his fingers, he took the golden jug from the side with his hand steadily, and poured out a glass of amber wine from it without spilling a drop.

The wine was poured into a silver wine glass, and the color was gorgeous and beautiful.

Long Jing raised his glass and raised his eyes to signal Labrador, then raised his head and drank it down in one gulp.

He didn't even frown.

The Xia family sisters and Chen Yue who followed from the audience were stunned staring at Longjing who was drinking.

How dare he drink casually in a horror game? !

After Longjing finished drinking, he handed the wine glass to the old magician's serious expression, his eyes suddenly became majestic, and a sweeping aura jumped out.He sat directly on that seat, and his originally cold facial features became like a god of death at this time, as if he might kill someone because of a bad mood at any time.

Chen Yue was dumbfounded.

He wanted to ask the Xia family sisters next to him, but before he could make a sound, he felt a hand on top of his head holding his head.

This is a horror game.

Chen Yue suddenly shuddered.

However, after he reacted, he realized, oh, this might be his uncle.

The old magician knew that the original president was not good at drinking, and he still liked to drink, but he didn't know how the fake president he picked up now was like his drinking capacity.

Seems pretty normal so far.

Long Jing sat in that seat for a while, as if he disliked the seat being too hard, he suddenly stood up, and walked towards the tall castle building behind the banquet hall without looking back.

There were also people from the Magic Express Association who wanted to come up to ask about the situation, but they were all rejected by the old magician, and none of the veterans of the association who knew the president's wine taste dared to catch up with them after drinking in Longjing.

Afraid of being beaten to death.

So, only Longjing was left alone and walked into the moonlight corridor behind the banquet hall.

The old magician was worried, and waved his magic wand under his sleeve in a circle, and a silver-white butterfly flew out to chase Longjing.Instead, he turned around and continued to deal with the follow-up matters of "The Return of the President".

Longjing pieced together the direction of the bedroom bit by bit by relying on the memories he acquired in his sleep. He smiled and swayed towards the direction he had determined, still walking with the same hands and feet, walking in such a way that no sense of disobedience could be seen at all.

A dark shadow followed behind him.

After finding the president's bedroom, which has been kept clean every day, Longjing saw the super-large goose-feather bed that appeared in front of him exactly like in his dream, and felt a strange sense of satisfaction in his heart.

He climbed into bed.

The mattress has nine layers, very comfortable and soft, and the pillows are filled with a touch of incense.

Longjing closed his eyes and fell asleep instantly.

If he didn't guess wrong, he would know who the force behind the Magic Express Association was in this sleep.

The moment he closed his eyes, the black shadow flew out from the hiding place and jumped onto Longjing's bedside.

The black shadow stared at the sleeping Longjing vigilantly.

He knew that this man was very dangerous. He once fought against the Holy See of Light, escaped from the siege of the Orc Empire, and finally established the Magic Express Association.

In the first year of the establishment of the Magic Express Association, no one believed that this man really wanted to make small money by delivering express delivery.

For the next year, no one believed that this man was an association for everyone's good.

In the third year, the branches of the Magic Express Association were established all over the entire continent, sweeping the world of all races in an unimaginable situation.

It only took this man three years to change everyone's minds.

So terrifying.

Soi Ying cautiously took out a rag from his pocket, he felt that this man could not sleep so easily, he should be prepared.In case the man opened his eyes, he would pretend to come in to clean and run away immediately.

However, when he tentatively put the rag on the bedside table, Longjing still didn't wake up.

It really looked like he was asleep.

Heiying frowned, what happened was a monster, is this terrifying man planning to catch himself again when he is about to strike?And then justifiably cut himself into pieces?

Hiss——so vicious!

A sneer appeared on Hei Ying's face, and he took out another magic item from his pocket, and immediately lost his figure.

The silver-white butterfly stayed on the balcony and stared at the room calmly with small eyes, tilting it from time to time, sending out information.

I saw that the black shadow that had disappeared from human sight was holding a small dagger in his hand, and began to approach Longjing cautiously.

He raised the knife at the right time and dropped it—Longjing turned over.

Sombra's heart trembled for a second.

Did he find him? !

But Longjing still didn't open his eyes, his breathing was even and steady, even his heartbeat was barely there.

After lamenting the strength of the president of the Magic Express Association countless times, Soi Ying made another move after confirming that Longjing was really asleep.

There is no flickering cold light on the cold blade, but only a cruel, pitch-black thin blade.

The second the knife was about to fall, the silver butterfly flew away.

The old magician didn't intend to make a move.

Because after weighing the pros and cons, he found that it was more reasonable for the fake president Longjing to die.

In this way, they have an explanation for the forces behind them. Although the deterrence of the name of the president is missing, the president of the Magic Express Association has been absent for decades. So strong.

It's better to let Longjing die, and then they have enough support and reasons to intervene in the war.

Representing justice, came to the world.

But what the silver butterfly didn't notice was that when it turned around, the blade was about to touch Longjing's exposed neck, and a light burst out from the shadow under him.

In an instant, the black shadow was bounced and fell to the ground, his neck tilted, and he died.

After Sombra's death, he revealed his true face, a very ordinary public face, which would be forgotten within a second.

The shadow under Longjing squirmed, as if he was happy to have killed another person.

The mysteries hidden in the shadow of the entire castle boiled. When the shadow of Longjing appeared, all players who entered the dungeon felt an unprecedented crisis.

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It seemed that in that short second, all the undead and weird monsters in the Magic Continent revived and reveled.

But soon, they were forced to fall into a deep sleep again.

Chen Chuci, whose whole body was wrapped in a black robe, walked into the room. In his hand was the universal arbitrary key hanging on the door. Thinking about it with his head, it should be the prop that Longjing used unconsciously when he entered the door just now.

This room is always locked.

Others may not know, but it is impossible for Chen Chuci, who was forcibly arranged by the "secret cabinet" to be the castle manager, not to know.

Because this room was cleaned by himself.

After placing the key on Longjing's bedside, he turned around and silently cleaned up the corpse that had sneaked into the shadow.

This is already the No.14 wave of assassins after he entered the game.

Chen Chuci's task is to keep the secrets in this room, but so far, he is still at a loss as to what secrets are in the room he manages.

Compared with other handling methods, Chen Chuci prefers to be simple and rough.

For example: Throwing the dead body directly from the balcony.

The body is not sinking, but it disappears quickly.

When Chen Chuci turned his head, he saw a shadow standing at the door of the balcony, which made him feel uncomfortable.

Shadow suddenly spoke.

It said: "You are not as handsome as I am."

Chen Chuci: "???"

Seeing the surprise on Chen Chuci's face, Yingying added: "Of course, I know that there is no one in this world who is more handsome than me. You are just a normal person."

"It's not a big deal not to be as handsome as me, don't take it too seriously."