It Turns out that I am Beautiful and Miserable [Quick Transmigration]

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In a dark, windowless corridor, suddenly being stared at by a pale and pale "snowman", it is inevitable to be frightened.

The doctor didn't even move his eyebrows, let Xiao Baimao look at him, put on his glasses and smiled: "The conditions are limited, and I can only make some basic judgments."

--The implication is, don't look for me, I don't know if it's wrong, if it's wrong, it's a problem with the copy, and it has nothing to do with me.

The ability to shake the pot is first-rate, it sounds like an explanation, but it is actually a soft nail, and most of them are provocative.

"Oh," the atmosphere at the scene gradually became stiff, and the little white-haired man put down his coat as if nothing happened, nodded, "whatever you say."

"Anyway, I don't believe it."

Looking at the back of Xiao Baimao leaving alone, the other players looked at each other in blank dismay.

Indeed, when clearing the dungeon, points will be calculated according to the player's performance in the game. Many people will choose to hide the clues and submit them to the system separately, but the premise of all this is that they can get out alive.

As for the doctor, he has neither teammates nor sufficient force. What he needs most is cooperation. Concealing clues is too dangerous for him. Except for a madman, who would gamble like this?

On the contrary, Xiao Baimao, who has been neurotic from the beginning, sleeps around all day long, and has no contribution to customs clearance.

"Forget it, forget it," waved his hand, and some players stood up to smooth things over, "During the daytime, everyone should spend more time in the town, maybe there will be new discoveries."

The next day, there should always be a plot for the next day.

"I also trouble Xi Yeduo to communicate with the NPC."

His status has risen, but the black-haired boy didn't show any joy on his face, instead he was a little tangled, and he just said "Oh" as a response.

Gu Cong keenly sensed that something was wrong.

When regrouping, he used some tricks to make himself and Xi Ye fall at the end. When the other players were far away, he asked, "Unhappy?"

Hearing this suddenly, the distracted young man was obviously taken aback, but only for a moment, he shook his head: "No."

As if afraid that he would not believe it, the other party laughed again: "Really."

Although it is impossible to determine how long the boy has lived as a ghost, in Gu Cong's eyes, Xi Ye, who looks eighteen years old, is as clear and clean as the top crystal.

Walking quietly beside the young man, he seemed to have completely forgotten about the game, missions, clues, and that he was in a dangerous dungeon, allowing Xi Ye to wander aimlessly in the town.

Sure enough, not long after, the boy asked him a question: "Jiang Chuan, do you want to clear the customs?"

Adapting well to his new name, Gu Cong thought for a second and said truthfully, "Yes."

"That's right, you... Players all want to clear the level." Xi Ye swallowed the word "we" that almost exposed himself, Xi Ye whispered, and couldn't help worrying.

Diss probably didn't have the guts to lie to him.

According to his speculation, the system probably can't manipulate the points of the surviving players at will, and can only make a fuss about the top ten dead players, but it can't limitlessly increase the points value of the latter, because it is against common sense and will arouse the vigilance and doubts of the surviving players.