While the spirit game is in progress

At this time, Sun Dafu had completely lost consciousness, and the woman in the cheongsam, together with Wu Yuxiang, dragged Sun Dafu out with great effort.

With the departure of the cheongsam woman and Wu Yuxiang, the villa became quiet.

The angel sculpture stared intently at Ye Dill, even eagerly.

Ye Dill yawned: "I seem to be a little sleepy, can you tell me how long I have been in the game?"

The angel sculpture did not expect Ye Dill to say this first sentence, he said reluctantly: "It's been almost two days and one night."

"It's been so long," Ye Dill yawned again, and then stretched, "No wonder I feel so sleepy."

In this game, the normal concept of time becomes particularly blurred.

Because the time here is fragmented, it may be morning in the first second, and night in the next second.The date is also jumping back and forth, sometimes early and sometimes late.

In such cases, the concept of normal time becomes less clear.

Leaf dill only eats when hungry, but has not slept since entering the game.

"Then I'll sleep." Ye Dill leaned against the angel sculpture's leg, thought for a while, and then asked the angel sculpture, "Will the story fragments continue to appear while I'm sleeping?"

"Of course it will," said the angel statue logically, "so there's a good chance you'll miss some events while you're sleeping."

"If you miss it, just miss it," Ye Dill shrugged nonchalantly, "Just don't disturb me to sleep."

As long as there is no noise in the living room, she can sleep peacefully. 163

However, there were no sounds or people in the living room, which meant that the clips that happened during this period were all in a certain room upstairs. She couldn't see or hear them, so she could only miss them.

"Hey, you're not in the right state." The angel sculpture yelled, "Don't you have anything to tell me?"

"What do you want me to tell you?" Ye Dill raised her eyebrows slightly and asked back.

"You watched the live broadcast just now, and you have nothing to say to me?" The angel sculpture's eyes widened, with an expression of "I'm afraid you are not a fool."

"Not yet." Ye Dill shook her head, answering quite simply without any hesitation.

The corner of the angel sculpture's mouth twitched: "I thought you were a very smart player, but I didn't expect you to be an idiot. It's all like this, and you can't see anything?"

"I originally thought that sculptures were quite quiet, but I didn't expect you to be a noisy duck comparable to Tang Monk." Ye Diluo replied with similar sentences.

"What?!" The angel sculpture suddenly became exasperated, "How dare you call me a duck? Look at my handsome face, how dare you call me a duck?"

"Then maybe you like crows better?" Ye Dill asked back.

"Damn!" the angel sculpture greeted friendly, "You guy is deliberately against me, isn't it!"

Ye Dill was too lazy to answer such an unnutritious question, so she made Little Pudding spit out a thin blanket, and was going to wrap it around her body, and lay down on the spot to sleep for a while.

"This little spirit in your hand is really good," the angel sculpture said suddenly, "It looks delicious, it should taste good."

Hearing the words of the angel sculpture, Little Pudding shrank into Ye Dill's pocket.

There was a smell of anger in the soft and cute voice: "Smelly stone, you can tell it's not good to eat!"