dognovel Chapter 992
Chapter 992
As for the other [Sky City], it was still the same as Feng Lan had felt before, dead silent, completely dead silent.
She squinted her eyes and looked at the copy carefully...
A little more active than before? Very slightly. Feng Lan thought about it, and her feeling told her that this 'Him' had definitely woken up once during this period. If the danger of this dungeon came from this unawakened god, then entering the dungeon at this time, when 'Him' had just woken up, would be much more dangerous than usual.
In short, Feng Lan thought carefully and found that both copies were a bit difficult.
Feng Cuiyu felt carefully. The black cat above his head stopped wagging its tail, and its blue eyes wandered between the two copies, visibly entangled. Through the copies, it was not very sure. But in the end, it sniffed again and again, blinked its blue eyes, pointed its tail, and chose [Sky City]. The black cat made up its mind. The silent Feng Cuiyu also said to Feng Lan, "Let's go to [Sky City], I'll go with you."
"You just need to take me into the dungeon, and the favor will be repaid." Feng Cuiyu didn't intend to tell Feng Lan the reason. After the black cat above his head recognized him, it closed its eyes tiredly, and rested on Feng Cuiyu's head, completely blending into his shadow, like black semi-long hair.
"Okay." Feng Lan nodded and chose [Sky City] in front of Feng Cuiyu. "But I can't go to the dungeon until three days later."
She needs time to stabilize her physical body and become familiar with this divine body.
"Okay," Feng Cuiyu nodded coldly.
……
After Feng Lan finished talking, he looked at the accumulated messages. Most of them were new messages sent by Chu Yixiuan, Misail, and some restaurants he had eaten at.
She looked at the timeline and found that a year and a half had passed since she left and returned!
"Hiss!" Feng Lan took a breath of cold air, not daring to think about how many points he would have to pay in such a long time.
[Points: -380,642]
"Eh, only 380,000?" Feng Lan was a little surprised. After all, according to the normal progress, the game delay is calculated in days. The longer the delay, the more points are needed. She took a look at the detailed bill and found that the game had deducted the share of her mall's "Unnamed Heart Method".
"No wonder." Feng Lan finished looking at the bill and headed home to the pigeon shop. She wanted to sell some junk again. "At least I can't owe you money."
"Cuckoo..."
It's you.
The familiar blue-brown pigeon sat in front of the counter, still calculating its own plans. The black eyes behind the unilateral lenses glanced at Feng Lan and said, "Coo coo coo."
You become stronger again.
"Yeah." Feng Lan walked in with a smile and was a little happy to find a few unfamiliar players in the store. When she first came here, there was not a single player in the store and its reputation among players was also very bad. "I went on a long trip and came back to sell some junk."
Several players nearby glanced at Feng Lan in surprise, their eyes quizzical. Who was this player, actually speaking to Qing in such a tone? Did he still want to buy anything here?
It’s not like there haven’t been players who tried to get close to the pigeons before, but most of them ended up being blocked by the pigeons, or thrown out by the pigeons standing guard at the door like sculptures, and even had to pay hundreds of thousands of points in compensation for mental damages. When it came to points, most of the players with ulterior motives instantly became obedient.
Garlic Bird, Garlic Bird, it’s better to just buy things honestly. The food here is quite cheap.
To the surprise of several players, Qing did not drive away the female player who was leaning against the counter. You know, last time a charming female player just put her chin on it and blinked, Qing turned around and told you that the female player had damaged the counter. The key point is that this counter is a rare prop. Even if the compensation is one percent of the price, it will cost several thousand points.
In short, everyone has the impression that pigeons are obsessed with money.
"Gu." Qing pushed his glasses and speechlessly glanced at Feng Lan who was lazily lying on the counter and then pulled a stool over to sit on. He put down the abacus and account book and took her to the VIP room.
Other players picking things in the lobby next to you: (⊙o⊙)
What’s going on? Why is this female player treated differently?