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As soon as the words fell, Lan Qiaoyi realized what he had just blurted out.

He suddenly opened his eyes wide, subconsciously clenched his fingers, and bit the bright red and slightly swollen lower lip that was sucked by the boy.

"I……"

Jiang Tian strode forward and stretched out his hand - but was stopped by Chu Yue who had reacted.

"Jojo is right."

Zhou Ziji's voice with a smile rang in his ears, Lan Qiaoyi blushed, and felt that his voice was trembling.

"I didn't...not on purpose."

The last few words were forced back between the lips and teeth by the delayed and overwhelming shame.

He really couldn't stay any longer, so he wanted to jump off the edge of the bed and leave alone.

But there was a force from the wrist, not strong, but it successfully stopped him.

"Jojo, escaping is not a good habit."

The handsome and gentle man with the single-sided gold-rimmed glasses, anyone would think that the praise of the last sentence "gentle and elegant" at first glance, but at this moment, he held the young man with a firm attitude.

Lan Qiaoyi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes flicked across the other two who stopped confrontation because of this sentence, and saw that their eyes were all focused on him.

The men's eyes were burning, which made him turn his head slightly uncomfortably.

His face was burning, and he didn't need to look to know it was flushed. He wanted to leave, but was stopped.

Lan Qiaoyi felt that he was extremely embarrassed at this moment, and when his nose was sore, he felt that his eyes were gradually blurred.

"Not to blame you."

In a daze, he heard a helpless voice, and the other party seemed to sigh slightly.

With his head lowered and his shoulders trembling slightly, the young man who was still sobbing softly was gently lifted up his face.

In a daze, Lan Qiaoyi felt the tears falling down his face being wiped away with one hand.

The other party seemed to seldom do this kind of action, a little stiff, and would just repeat the action of wiping over and over again.

Chu Yue lowered his eyes and looked at the round and crystal clear teardrop on his fingertips, which looked so much like a kitten who was aggrieved and would only hide and lick at this time, feeling his heart was broken.

"I don't blame you...that's not what I meant."

Just now, the throbbing in Jiang Tian's heart fell in reverse at the moment he saw the young man crying. At this time, the boy's heart was heavy and he felt extremely uncomfortable.

"It's just that Jojo is so beautiful, I... blame me-I can't help it!"

"Jiang Tian——!"

Standing beside him, Chu Yue couldn't take it anymore, he interrupted the boy's stupid words angrily.

"Shut up if you can't speak."

Zhou Ziji's eyes were cold, and he glanced over lightly, and couldn't help laughing in his heart.

"It's not about blaming Jojo."

The man repeated it again gently.

He gently stroked the boy's soft black hair, and after a while, he sighed and said:

"It's because Jojo always worries us. When we can't see Jojo, we will be scared."

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, the young man who was hugging his knees on the bed and sobbing gently stopped crying. He raised his head hesitantly, and asked with a choked voice:

"really?"

It wasn't because the shame suddenly bursting in my heart disappeared, but because I was comforted by the men who were guarding me at this moment.

"Yes, yes—that's what I mean, don't—"

Wife don't cry.

The root of Jiang Tian's ear was red, and he was a little annoyed but sweetly said in his heart.

"Jojo, the dungeon world is too dangerous, I'm always worried about your safety, so can you ask Jojo to stay where we can see it?"

It was clearly an overbearing and unreasonable request, but because the person who made the request looked too sincere, the person being asked was subconsciously fascinated.

"……Um."

The young man with a red nose and bright red eyes from crying finally agreed to the man's request in a low voice.

There were smiles in the eyes of the men present.

……

After leaving the room, from Zhou Ziji's mouth, Lan Qiaoyi knew that many things had happened during his sleepy period.

Including how Zhou Ziji and the others broke Xiaolou's phantom formation, and how they found themselves and the injured Jiang Tian.

But none of these things made him more thrilling than the other party's next words:

"We weren't able to get everyone out."

"Yes...it's Song Xiao."

Wang Xue said suddenly.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Lan Qiaoyi felt his heart skip a beat.

He looked at the sweet and lovely girl in front of him in a daze, and for the first time felt that she looked extremely fragile.

The last time a girl gave him that feeling was when she found out her boyfriend was dead.

"what happened?"

Because he woke up earlier than Lan Qiaoyi, but because he didn't want him to see the injury on his arm, he chose to go back to the room alone to deal with it, and then guarded in front of the boy's house again after hastily, so for Zhou Ziji Jiang Tian still didn't know what happened to them.

"The small building is full of phantom arrays. When it was activated, none of us reacted. Song Xiao was swallowed because he had no time to dodge."

The handsome and gentle man's tone was exhausted, he reached out and rubbed his temples, as if quite helpless.

There are only three days before the end of the dungeon, and such an accident at this juncture can only mean one thing:

The final stage of the field of life and death has begun.

The missionaries in the main world jokingly refer to those dangerous and deadly dungeons as "life and death fields", and it is their general psychology to enter with all their tails and come out alive.

"Lin Lin, what's wrong with you?"

Just now, when Jiang Tian asked why, Lan Qiaoyi inadvertently noticed the girl's frightened expression.

he asked subconsciously.

But he was surprised to see the sudden change in the other party's face.

"do not come--!"

"What are you yelling at!"

Jiang Tian's face was full of impatience, and he looked at Lin Lin, who was prone to going crazy, who was heading straight towards the blue bridge with unkind eyes.

"Go, ignore her."

Lan Qiaoyi was in a daze, and then he was dragged away by Chu Yue who was beside him, and left here.

"Wang Xue, I'm not..."

As if she had just suddenly realized her gaffe, Lin Lin looked at the girl beside her a little helplessly.

... She was just too scared. A second ago, Song Xiao was still by her side comforting herself who had just escaped a catastrophe, and she even laughed at the other party's hypocrisy.

How could she have imagined that in the blink of an eye, the pillar standing beside her suddenly shifted its position.

They watched helplessly as Song Xiao fell into the ground crack that suddenly opened under his feet because he couldn't dodge in time.

The girl's frightened and desperate expression still appeared in Lin Lin's mind, and she couldn't help shivering.

"Linlin, you are too scared, let's go back and have a good rest."

The last thing that caught Lan Qiaoyi's eyes was the picture of two girls embracing each other.

His heart ached.

After Wang Xue helped Lin Lin go back to the house to rest, Jiang Tian told Zhao Ying and others what they saw in the phantom formation of the altar.

Even if he had been mentally prepared, he knew that a dungeon world that would grow by itself must have its weirdness.

But when he heard that the old village head actually sacrificed the tasker, Zhao Ying still opened his eyes wide in shock.

The burly man walked up and down the room, and after a long while, he gritted his teeth and said a word:

"I knew, this damn copy must be weird! No wonder the leveling up is so fast, all the love is supported by these stupid NPCs!"

Lan Qiaoyi was slightly taken aback.

From Zhao Ying's mouth, he learned that the tasker and the dungeon also use each other.

Previously, Lan Qiaoyi always thought that taskers risked their lives to go through the dungeons in order to earn the so-called customs clearance value and exchange them for various props or abilities, so as to increase the probability of surviving in the dungeons.

Now, he suddenly realized: it turned out that not only the tasker unilaterally obtained from the dungeon, but the dungeon also devoured the tasker in turn, achieving the purpose of upgrading.

Lan Qiaoyi was thinking in a daze, what kind of thing is the so-called dungeon?

As he lay in bed, he ran over the question in his head, but couldn't come up with a decent answer.

It seems that he can only get a glimpse of it when he walks further.

And the dungeon is becoming more and more urgent, which does not allow him to think carefully.

——Because a major event happened in Zhujia Village at this time:

The old village head announced that this year's sacrifice will be held as scheduled.

As soon as the news came out, the peaceful atmosphere of the whole village was shaken.

Men, women, young and old, everyone reacts differently.

The one who caught Lan Qiaoyi's attention was Aunt Li who lived at the other end of the yard, and her reaction was the strangest.

Because when the news came from the villagers, he was by the woman's side.

The woman who has always been indifferent to emotions was a little dazed at first, she looked down at the cloth sample she was embroidering in a daze, and raised her hand when Lan Qiaoyi called, and stroked it tremblingly. Gray hair on the sideburns.

"……understood."

The expression on the woman's face seemed to be a smile but not a smile, and her voice was still dry and hoarse.

Ever since he saw a woman in his dream, Lan Qiaoyi always felt inexplicably timid and complicated when facing her.

When the villagers who communicated turned to leave, he subconsciously got up and walked into the house.

The voice of 228 in his mind was as cold as ever:

[Those dreams are because of the BUFF left by 039, the one who fell into the dream is not the real you, so don't worry about it. ]

Lan Qiaoyi chuckled, and asked wearily:

[Is Jiujiu okay now? ]

[......]

After a long time, until Lan Qiaoyi was already lying on the bed, a little drowsy, the voice in his head came:

[039 should be back soon, it will come back, I am leaving. ]

[...You, will you still remember me? ]

Lan Qiaoyi didn't answer.

He fell into a mysterious dream.

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