I'll also work hard to conquer the dungeon today.

Chapter 232, page 1.17, 9: A Night of Madness
The deep, resonant sound of the clock rang out, and the image of a clown appeared on the screen in the air.

"How was your rest, everyone? We're about to get started again~" The clown's enlarged smiling face appeared on the screen, with a pitch-black background behind him, giving people an extremely eerie and terrifying feeling.

"Hey! Daolin, wake up, it's time to get up!" Shui Qi stood in front of the table, placed a hand on Daolin's back and gently moved it, trying to wake up the sleeping person.

"Hmm..." Dao Lin slowly opened his eyes, reached out and rubbed his icy blue eyes. His mind was still a little hazy, and he was obviously not fully awake yet.

"This guy is hopeless." Shui Qi sighed helplessly, then suddenly turned around to look at the crowd around him whose attitudes had completely changed. His handsome face, which had been wearing a light smile, became cold and wary.

On the leaderboard displayed on the screen, Daolin's name was prominently ranked second.

[Second Place: Daolin - Gold Coins (2), Silver Coins (3), Copper Coins (0)]

Dao Lin stood up, his expression still slightly tired but fully awake. His icy blue eyes fixed on his name on the leaderboard, he slowly said, "I've been tricked."

He covered his forehead with a pained expression, and his loose bangs moved slightly, revealing a mysterious silver totem on his left temple, which seemed to be '∞'.

Her icy blue eyes were fixed on the two gold coins in her palm. She said in a low voice, "Actually, I had thought about this at first, so I wanted to get rid of them in time. But I was so sleepy that I completely forgot. I didn't expect to be discovered so quickly."

"Since we're on the list, there's nothing we can do. We need to find a way to deal with these wolf-like players."

The fact that all areas lead to only one commercial street means that once the truce ends, they will inevitably face a more intense siege, and may even have no way to hide.

"Hahahahahahaha," Shui Qi suddenly chuckled softly, and then the laughter grew louder and louder, making people wonder if he had suffered a mental shock and gone mad.

Suddenly, his laughter stopped, his expression returned to seriousness, and a dangerous smile appeared on his lips. "Sorry, it's been so long since I've encountered such a critical situation that I couldn't help but laugh."

His narrow blue eyes were dark and unfathomable, like an abyss into which no light could penetrate, a realm that no one could enter, carrying his darkest emotions.

He took a step forward, picked up the hand stick at his waist, and his handsome face, hidden in his scarf, was serious with a hint of solemnity, clearly indicating that he intended to fight them to the end.

"Don't worry about him, it's just a temporary convulsion," Dao Lin said to Fei, rubbing his throbbing head.

Fei nodded to Dao Lin without saying anything, his gaze remaining fixed on the group of people who were almost rushing towards them.

Dao Lin took out two white ropes and handed them to Shui Qi and Fei. Then he took out a gold pocket watch from his pocket, opened the cover, and said softly, "Tie it anywhere you like, I'll help you."
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【91】False Relationship

Grade: Grade A

Description: Origin unknown

Active: After binding, the time between the two will be synchronized.

Cooldown: Until cut off
Evaluation: It's just a transparent line that can stretch infinitely long enough to be forgotten. It breaks easily with a single cut, but you have to be on the right side.
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"Where did this come from?" Shui Qi picked up a thread and tied it to her wrist. Then she saw the thread disappear. She waved it casually but couldn't feel its presence.

"They came from a box." They were lucky enough to get two, just enough for two people.

At that moment, the group of players, wielding various weapons, charged towards the three.

"It's been a long time since I've fought in person." Shui Qi had somehow produced a horizontal sword (a type of Tang sword), and casually drew it from its sheath, pointing it at the other players.

"Keep it up," Dao Lin said dismissively.

The players surged forward, but then froze in mid-air. Ice-blue eyes stared fixedly at the group, the second hand of the pocket watch in her hand having stopped ticking.

The black trench coat twitched slightly, and the user flicked their thumb, grabbing the handle and pulling a sword from the stick—it turned out to be a sword disguised as a stick.

Time resumed its flow, and the player behind him was separated from his upper and lower body, with blood splattered everywhere.

Before anyone could react, time stood still again.

Mu Yegui stood not far away, watching the players who surrounded her and rushed up but dared not. She blinked her clear, cold silver eyes and walked forward on her own.

The crowd dispersed involuntarily, and no one dared to rush up to her even after she walked out.

"You're such a coward, how dare you surround me like this?" Mu Yin said disdainfully.

"Is Xiao Yin going to come out and collect gold coins?" Mu Yegui asked softly.

"I'm going to wipe out all those players," Mu Yin snorted.

"All we need to do is collect your and Xiao Jin's gold coins." Mu Yegui looked up at the constantly changing numbers on the leaderboard, his gaze settling quietly on Ling Tong, who was ranked second.

Ling Tong overtook Dao Lin to become second, while Dao Lin is currently in third place.

"Players won't drop coins if they're killed by NPCs, so if you want to get coins from players, now's the only time. After the battle in the commercial district ends, we'll probably be facing dungeon owners and apostles. We won't be able to collect coins so easily then; we'll have to get them one by one."

She slowly closed her clear, silver, round eyes, her curled, misty gray eyelashes fluttering slightly. The next second, she opened a pair of cold, dark gold vertical pupils, as indifferent and ruthless as a beast.

"Is it finally my turn!" Mu Yin opened his mouth, revealing sharp little tiger teeth. His smile was full of joy, but it also gave people an extremely terrifying sense of oppression.

Jin Yin lay lazily on Mu Yin's head, half asleep. Because the colors were so similar, it was almost impossible to tell whether it was gold and silver or hair.

the other side.

"These people are so rude. Is it really necessary for them to kill each other? It was clearly a good opportunity to kill NPCs. Is it because it's easier for players to kill their own people?" The black-haired boy sat on the Ferris wheel, looking down at the commercial district that had become a sea of ​​blood, and murmured.

He gripped the scroll tightly in his hands, showing no intention of opening it.

Her delicate and exquisite face was still youthful, with skin as smooth as cream, without a single flaw.

Her captivating phoenix eyes slightly raised as she looked down at the hazy gray figure in the commercial district. Her vibrant red lips parted slightly, "As expected, the Samuro are a race that should not exist. They should all be wiped out. I completely cannot agree with Su Wuchen's idea of ​​simply locking them up here without doing anything. It's utterly meaningless."

The white brocade robe was intricate yet extremely simple in design, outlining the boy's slender and tall figure. The gold patterns were delicately depicted, giving him a noble and elegant air, yet also a sense of ethereal beauty.

He wore only a piece of mutton-fat jade in the shape of auspicious clouds around his waist, with the character '未' engraved on it, and no other decorations.

The next second he vanished into thin air, just like a legendary, ethereal god.

Please disregard Wei Ge'er; due to the needs of the overall plot, he remains an unsolved mystery in this installment, and I will not provide any explanation.

As for Su Wuchen, he appeared in the previous book, "Strategy Games are a Pitfall," so I won't explain him here.

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