Author: The Book of Brocade is like a Painted

"impossible!"

Song Yi screamed in shock, shaking the entire office.

Wen Ning was shocked and her head was buzzing, "Don't make such a fuss, didn't you expect it long ago?"

"Improved? What did Improved?"

Song Yi was confused, "We recycled mobile phones just to develop gold fingers to improve player survival rate. As a result, the mobile phone app will automatically clear data on the 14th day after the owner of the mobile phone died."

"Then what?."

"Then, every time I cracked it again, all the data was cleared and started again."

"miserable."

Wen Ning blurted out and soon realized that she was saying too directly. She cleared her throat and said politely: "It's okay, I will definitely do it next time."

I don’t know if it was hit by Song Yi’s wound next time, and he broke his defense.

He cried harder than when Yiping went to ask her father for money that year.

"Don't cry, isn't this still a cell phone? My master has been dead for four years, and Smile Game has not been eliminated yet."

Wen Ning comforted her hand and pushed the old man's machine to Song Yi, and a white light suddenly appeared where his fingertips touched.

【Smile Game APP is dedicated to serving you, I am Assistant Xiaowei.】

After Xiaowei's prompt sound came out, Wen Ning and Song Yi's cell phones rang at the same time.

The above is a message sent by "Sunshine's Deception", prompting the two of them whether they choose to enter the dungeon.

Wen Ning and Song Yi looked at each other and pressed the word No, but a white light suddenly appeared and the sky was spinning.

Wen Ning subconsciously grabbed the old man's machine before she fell into a coma.

[Okay, Xiaowei has received your will, and the game will be loaded immediately.]

【Copy: Shengli'ao

Mission: Live

Number of participants: 8 people]

This copy mission is short in three words, which looks very similar to the novice book Wen Ning just started to experience.

After awakening, Wen Ning looked at her where she is now.

Looking around, the waves hit the reefs, the seagulls spread their wings and flew high, and the cruise ships were drifting on the sea.

"Hey, are you awake?"

A clear voice came from behind. Wen Ning looked back and Song Yi waved at her with the stone railing.

Wen Ning nodded slightly in response, stepped up the moss-covered steps, looking around.

Flat-house tiled houses are arranged in an orderly manner, and occasionally there are several modern and common self-built houses mixed in.

"This is the port, and the only way to get out is a 12-person yacht at 12:00 noon every day."

Song Yi leaned against the railing and pointed at the old woman who was weaving the net aside, "This is a local. He said that we were from a tour group, but we were still late and called the tour group leader."

“Um…”

Wen Ning stood beside him and looked into the distance, "We were forced to be pulled in."

"Harmful."

Song Yi had no choice but to support his face, "This is the first time I have encountered it."

Wen Ning glanced at him, "Just get used to it."

"The reason for that phone?" Song Yi approached Wen Ning.

Wen Ning remained silent. She reached out to take out only one cell phone from her pocket, but it was her own.

She swayed in front of him for a few times and responded silently.

"Tsk."

Song Yi's eyes were grim, and the tour guide's voice happened to be exchanged.

"Hey, where are you two here?"

Wen Ning looked in a voice. The tour guide was slim and dark, and his smile showed his snow-white teeth.

"I am your tour guide, Huang Ermao, you can call me Director Huang."

Director Huang shook hands with the two and took them toward the gathering place.

He pointed to the mountain not far away, "That is Jigong Mountain, the place you are going to climb this time."

Looking down at Wen Ning, my eyes were almost blinded by the sun.

She squinted her eyes and covered it with her hands, and then she saw clearly the top of Jigong Mountain.

"I don't know what you guys in big cities think. I actually came to our small broken island to climb. Oh, be careful of the ditch."

Under the prompt from Director Huang, Wen Ning avoided the ditch and walked to him, "Where are we going now?"

Director Huang looked at her and replied, "Originally, you tourists were going to gather in the cultural auditorium, just that room."

He stopped and pointed to the second-floor bungalow opposite Wen Ning came up from the port just now. "It's a pity that you two have arrived a few minutes late, and the other six have already gone to the hostel first."

"Ahhaha, I'm really sorry for this, I'm in trouble."

Song Yi laughed awkwardly.

Wen Ning didn't ask, and followed the tour guide to the hotel.

This hotel is not far from the Cultural Hall and it takes less than three minutes to walk to.

But the hostel is built on the edge of the cliff, and there are no railings on the aisle. From the top, it looks like a reef hit by waves.

As soon as the two entered the door, they heard a sound, "Tsk tsk, we're finally here."

The person who spoke was a man with sunglasses, wearing a gray sportswear.

His opening caused the remaining four people to turn around, and one person sat in the corner on his own

Director Huang saw that the atmosphere was not right, so he casually found an excuse and left.

Wen Ning passed by the man and found an empty seat to sit down.

"Oh, I have a big temper. I won't introduce myself if I come late?" The man in gray said mockingly.

When Song Yi passed by him, he stepped on the man in gray.

"Aoah!"

"Sorry, I didn't see it."

Song Yi apologized with a smile.

The man in gray glared at him and gritted his teeth and said, "It's okay."

Song Yi sat in another empty seat after receiving the answer, and did not intend to introduce him.

Silence enveloped the entire hostel.

In the end, a woman with low mochi said to break the silence.

"My name is Xie Lihua, what's your name for little girl?"

Wen Ning raised her eyes and looked at her, and said indifferently: "Wen Ning."

Her voice fell gently, and the person who sat in the corner with his head turned back to everyone.

"Your name is Wen Ning?"

The old and hoarse voice came into Wen Ning's ears. She looked in shock and a familiar and somewhat unfamiliar face appeared in her eyes.

"I have a relative named Wen Ning, who should be in high school now."

The old man's sideburns were gray, his eyes were sunken, but his eyes were staring at Wen Ning with bright eyes.

Wen Ning lowered her eyes and shook her horror in her eyes, raised her smile again and said to the old man, "Is that so? That's a coincidence."

"Haha, yes." The old man nodded, "My name is Wen Goudan, you can call me Master Wen."

"Okay, Master."

Wen Ning tilted her head and smiled gently.

Seeing that someone had started, others introduced themselves one after another.

When it was the man in gray, the man reached out to cover his left eye and said in a middle-aged tone: "If you don't change your name in the lower line, you won't change your surname. Duan is also from the guild's killing capital."

(⊙﹏⊙)…

Wen Ning was speechless.

The capital of killing, the soul of the middle two, is in line with each other.

After the introduction is completed, the tour guide Huang Ermao is online.

He said to everyone, "Please clean up and you can prepare to enter the mountain."

"Is there a small shop here? I came in a hurry and forgot to bring water."

Director Huang shook his head and looked at Wen Ning, "There is no convenience store, and the island is full of elderly people. Few tourists come to play. Even if they come to play, they bring their own mineral water."
Chapter completed!