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[Host identity detected... Lanqiaoyi... Loading——]

[...The loading is complete, and the "Small Waste System" has been successfully bound. ]

dizzy...

Lan Qiaoyi resisted the sharp pain from his temples and opened his eyes.

[Draw a random BUFF: Dreaming. ]

There was a strong sense of oppression on his body, and what caught his eyes was a hazy red.

Before he could react, the person behind grabbed his shoulder and pushed him forward.

"Get up the sedan chair!"

Lan Qiaoyi staggered from being shaken, and fell down on the sedan chair in front of him in a few steps.

"This is where?"

He immediately lifted the red hijab on his head that blocked his sight, and was slightly taken aback.

The bright red dress on her body was exquisite and gorgeous, strands of gold thread were embroidered into the edge of the slightly standing collar, looking down, the phoenix feathers on the sleeve robe were exquisite.

No matter how slow Lan Qiaoyi was, he also realized that he was wearing a bride's wedding dress.

"Why... am I dead?"

——"Jojo...I really like you."

At the last moment when he closed his eyes, Lan Qiaoyi saw the dagger in the boy's hand with a slight cold light.

"Beep, beep, beep, beep, waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

The sudden shrill and sharp sound of the suona made Lan Qiaoyi, who was sitting in the sedan chair, tremble.

Maybe the bearer who was carrying the sedan chair accidentally tripped over it. After a long shake, the "newly married woman" in the sedan chair didn't sit still, and her body jumped forward slightly.

Lan Qiaoyi subconsciously supported the window frame in the sedan chair, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the back of a pale hand that was lifting the curtain of the sedan chair.

Being dragged up by a strange man who suddenly entered the sedan chair, he staggered and almost knocked over the edge of the sedan chair.

"Let's go!"

Lan Qiaoyi watched the mouth of the man in front of him open and close, and the man's face covered by mist showed a bit of anxiety, feeling a little dazed.

"……What did you say?"

"Are you really willing to marry 'His'—!"

"Come with me! Please—"

The man in front of him looked sincere, Lan Qiaoyi nodded subconsciously, his head was dazed, and he was picked up by the other party and got off the sedan chair.

It was dark outside, and on the deserted and empty village road, there was only a group of them alone. They seemed to have noticed something, and the sound of the suona stopped suddenly.

Lan Qiaoyi poked his head out of the man's arms in a daze, and took a deep breath——

I don't know when, all the people who carried the sedan chair had blank expressions. Under his frightened eyes, they turned their heads 180 degrees on their necks and looked straight at Lan Qiaoyi.

He shivered subconsciously, as if realizing something, he looked up stiffly.

"you're so beautiful."

The man embracing him spoke, looking at him with fascination in his eyes.

"I am so happy."

Lan Qiaoyi felt his hand being gently lifted. Under his gaze, the man's face behind the mist seemed to make a "smile" movement.

Even though he couldn't see his face clearly, Lan Qiaoyi felt that he was being watched by the other party.

A cold kiss was lightly printed on the back of the hand.

"You finally came."

……

"call--"

Lan Qiaoyi opened his eyes abruptly.

At this time he was sitting in a truck with other people in the car.

Before recovering from the weird scene just now, a voice suddenly came from my ear:

[Welcome to the instance: Village Tales. ]

[You are explorers gathered from all corners of the country. You are deeply interested in the ancient sacrificial culture of Zhujia Village, so you decided to go to the village to investigate together on the seventh day of July, hoping to dig out the secrets behind the unknown ancient rituals. The story, but unexpectedly, behind the seemingly peaceful appearance, there seems to be something else hidden...]

[The dungeon is loaded, I wish you all complete the task as soon as possible. ]

A series of messages caught Lan Qiaoyi off guard. Just as he was about to ask, the car body shook suddenly, and he subconsciously grabbed at the side—but it was in vain.

The moment he fell forward, Lan Qiaoyi only had time to close his eyes.

The expected pain did not come.

"Are you OK?"

The handsome and gentle man had a straight nose, wearing a pair of unilateral gold-rimmed glasses, looking at him with concern - the other's hand was still on his waist.

He shook his head subconsciously, took a step back, pursed his red lips slightly, and replied somewhat incoherently:

"I'm fine, I'm fine."

Hearing his own answer, the man let go of his hand.

Lan Qiaoyi didn't know what flashed through the other party's mind:

So soft.

"Hey—it's your turn, what's your name!"

As soon as he returned to his seat and sat down, an impatient urging sound suddenly came from his ear.

Lan Qiaoyi trembled, pinched his fingertips helplessly, took a deep breath, and looked sideways.

The handsome and unruly boy with dazzling red hair was looking at him with a frown, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and he was a bit evil for no reason.

Looking at each other, Lan Qiaoyi clearly saw the impatient expression on the other party's face froze.

But soon, the boy returned to the lazy and evil expression just now, as if what he saw just now was just his own hallucination.

"Lan, Lan Qiaoyi."

The sound of the truck roaring, but he clearly heard his trembling voice.

Hearing his answer, the boy's eyes lit up. He wanted to say something, but was interrupted by a cold voice:

"continue."

"Chu Yue, what are you dragging?"

The red-haired boy muttered cursingly, but because of this, he lost the intention of teasing him.

Lan Qiaoyi subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, he raised his head, but unexpectedly bumped into a pair of deep eyes.

He froze for a moment, and when Lan Qiaoyi looked over again, he realized that it was his own illusion just now, the man sitting on the outermost side of the truck was not looking at him at all.

The man was dressed in a black windbreaker, with his head lowered, playing with a lighter in his hand. His slender fingers spun the lighter casually, making people dazzled.

The following introductions went smoothly, and Lan Qiaoyi listened attentively, trying to match the names of the people with their faces one by one.

The man with gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose is named Zhou Ziji.

Sitting next to Lan Qiaoyi was a couple. The girl with twin ponytails was named Wang Xue. She looked sweet and cute, and she was leaning in the arms of her boyfriend Chen Hao.

The red-haired boy with a bad attitude was named Jiang Tian, ​​and the man in black was Chu Yue.

The two girls on the opposite side are close together, one is Lin Lin and the other is Song Xiao, they are classmates.

"My name is Zhao Ying."

The burly man who was the last to introduce said gruffly.

After everyone had finished their introductions, Zhou Ziji said:

"Everyone has also received the dungeon information. Apart from that, I think you still have a lot of doubts in your heart."

Listening to the man's calm and gentle tone, Lan Qiaoyi's flustered heart seemed to calm down gradually.

The man's voice was deep and magnetic, and his speech speed was moderate. Even if Lan Qiaoyi was too slow at this time, he understood the current situation:

First, they were all pulled to this place by a mysterious force, but unlike them, Zhou Ziji and the strong man were not the first to experience such a thing;

Second, they are currently in a dungeon world, and they are all randomly summoned here. Only by completing the mission can they survive. .

"...Okay, that's probably it."

The man with the one-sided gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose smiled gracefully, Lan Qiaoyi pursed his lips, and before he could think clearly, he heard a rough voice next to him.

"I hope you newcomers can understand a little bit, and don't kill yourself at will."

When he said the last sentence, the rough-looking strong man looked at Lan Qiaoyi with a hint, and he couldn't help shivering, which caused the other party to sneer.

The truck continued to drive, Lan Qiaoyi resisted the nausea caused by the bumpy road, his pretty face was pale and vulnerable.

At this time, a voice suddenly came from the ear:

[Host, I am Little Waste System, I am very happy to be bound with you! ]

Startled, he pursed his lips tightly, and looked aside cautiously, trying to figure out who was talking to him.

[Host don't be afraid, I am the system that brought you to this world, number 039. ]

[I am having a conscious conversation with you, the host can talk to me as long as he recites silently in his heart~]

Hearing this, Lan Qiaoyi's tense body relaxed slightly, and he tried to say silently in his heart:

[Did you bring me here?Am I really... dead? ]

[yes! ]

Knowing that he was dead, the young man subconsciously bit his bright red lips, feeling a little sad.

As if aware of the thoughts in his heart at this time, 039 said eagerly:

[Host don't be sad, even if you die temporarily now, you can still be resurrected later! ]

Lan Qiaoyi gradually calmed down, he sniffed his nose lightly, suppressing the welling up of tears, and heard 039 continue to say:

[In recent years, due to the high death rate of Infinite Stream dungeons, the department is short of manpower, so I was temporarily transferred from the cannon fodder department by my superiors to join the Infinite Stream department.Speaking of which, Jojo is still my first host! ]

[The superior said that because I belong to the cannon fodder department, in order to make up for this, before the start of each infinite copy, we have a chance to randomly draw a "BUFF". ]

Lan Qiaoyi couldn't help but think of the weird wedding ceremony at the beginning, and suddenly turned pale.

At this moment, he had no doubt that his complexion must be extremely bad.

But it's just that he thinks so, but he doesn't know that, in the eyes of outsiders, it's another scene.

……

The beautiful fair boy sat there, his slender and thick eyelashes trembling unconsciously because of nervousness, his lips were bright red, like a lost lamb that had strayed into a pack of wolves.

Jiang Tian felt as if he had been stabbed lightly in his heart suddenly, his eyes passed across the pale face of the other party, and he thought of something, and he evoked a somewhat playful smile.

The boy licked his molars and muttered in a low voice:

"Where is Xiaomei from?"

Even if someone maliciously molested him, he could only endure it silently with crystal clear tears in his eyes.

The thought that suddenly rose in his heart was like a raging flame, which was difficult to extinguish for a while, so that when he arrived at the destination, Jiang Tian pretended to be still asleep.

——Then when the boy was the last one to get off the car, he grabbed the other person's wrist.