MTL - Survivor 01 [Unlimited]-Chapter 87 Yuna - [04]

third floor.

Qin Jing, Zhou Zhengning and Qingniao followed the narration's guidance and entered the room at the end of the corridor.

Unlike the darkness in other parts of the house, the interior of this room is lit. Not only are there lights, but there is even a huge screen in the room, which plays the opening animation of a gunfight game.

In the back corner, there is a table that is slightly higher than the ground. On the table are electric guitars, bass, drum kits, and other things that are common in bands.

Qin Jing remembered what the narrator said before.

【Miss Yuna has prepared games and musical instruments for you】

Qin Jing has never played the S book before, but the game mechanics are mostly the same. Since the narration of the game specifically mentions these things, it can only show that they will probably not be very comfortable this night.

Qin Jing looked around the room, and probably had a bottom line in her heart.

She casually glanced at the blue bird beside her.

That guy's sense of existence is pitifully low, and he has been silently following them, like a transparent person, it is hard to imagine that he is the sixth player on the leaderboard.

As soon as Zhou Zhengning entered the room, he was fascinated by the gunfight game on the big screen. He stood by and watched for a while, then suddenly sighed again, feeling sentimental:

"Speaking of which, Sister Qin, I don't know what's going on with my sister."

"Yanyan should be fine. She has that black cat kid by her side. No matter how bad that kid is, he is a high-ranking player who is ranked twenty-three. After hearing what Jian Lingxi said, Jian Lingxi even asked him to protect her. It should be nothing good." worried."

Saying that, Qin Jing glanced at the blue bird, and whistled at him:

"Speaking of which, friend, your sister is so young, maybe only five or six years old, aren't you worried?"

After saying this, Qin Jing suddenly realized that this guy couldn't speak:

"Um, sorry."

Blue Bird didn't care much.

However, when he heard Qin Jing's question, he seemed to be taken aback for a moment, then shook his head, not knowing which question he was answering Qin Jing.

[It would be great if all guests like the room Miss Yuna arranged for you]

The narration came out again without warning. When he said this, there was a thunder just outside the window. The two voices mixed together, which was inexplicably scary.

【Miss Yuna also likes to play games very much. She invites one of you to play a game with her. I don’t know which guest would like it】

"Sure enough, this should be a side mission." Qin Jing sighed, and she looked at Zhou Zhengning:

"Little Huangmao, can you play?"

After hearing the content of the narration, Zhou Zhengning raised his hands excitedly:

"Me me! I can!"

Qin Jing glanced at him like a fool.

Looking at this guy, it seems that he is really here to play games. She doesn't want to trust this little yellow hair, so when Zhou Zhengning went to pick up the game controller, she reminded him:

"Fight well, if we lose, we don't know what will happen."

"Don't worry!" Zhou Zhengning confidently pressed the button to start the game:

"Although it's been a long time since I've fought, I was once the gun master in the outer city of Eden!"

"..." Qin Jing was silent for a moment:

"You better be."

[Miss Yuna is always used to listening to some wonderful music when playing games. I wonder if the other two guests are willing to try their skills and add a little more excitement to this exciting battle]

Hearing this, several black lines were drawn across Qin Jing's head.

Isn't it... Does this mean to let them play the drums and the guitar? ? ?

Qin Jing asked Qingniao: "Can you do it?"

Bluebird shook his head.

very good.

But since the narration has said so, then the player definitely has no right to refuse, but even the game can't be overpowering, music, just have a voice... right.

Thinking of this, Qin Jing bit the bullet and sat down opposite the drum set.

And the blue bird used to stand behind the keyboard on the other side.

Over there, Zhou Zhengning's game has already started. He controls the game character and fights one-on-one with the opposite player named "Yuna".

Qin Jing took the drumstick and twirled it in her hand, and knocked a note casually. She felt bored even when she knocked on it. From her angle, she could just see Zhou Zhengning's big game screen, so she watched it while knocking. The battle over there.

Soon she discovered that Zhou Zhengning's gun number was completely unreliable.

Because it was only half a minute since the game started, the game characters on the big screen were **** red, and they were quickly knocked down by Yuna.

"No, little yellow hair, you died a little too fast..."

Qin Jing's expectations for Zhou Zhengning were actually not very high, but she really didn't expect this to happen.

She was just about to question Zhou Zhengning, but before she finished speaking, she suddenly heard a gunshot.

Qin Jing paused.

The gunshot was very real, it didn't come from the game, but...

In just a moment, this idea flashed through Qin Jing's mind like lightning, and the human instinct to predict danger made her heart tighten instantly.

At that time, she heard a slightly cold boyish voice coming from somewhere beside her:

"Off track."

The next moment, Qin Jing only felt something passing by her ear, and the wall behind her made a muffled sound.

A cold sweat broke out on Qin Jing's back. For the first time, she realized that she was so close to death.

Over there, Zhou Zhengning also noticed the movement here. He didn't expect that if he lost the game, someone would actually shoot at Qin Jing's side. Fortunately, there was no danger.

He swallowed empty-handed, and was just about to exit the game, but at some point, the exit button on the game interface had turned gray and could not be pressed.

【Miss Yuna likes to win, she wants to have another game with you】

"Depend on!"

Qin Jing couldn't hold back her foul language.

She took the drum kit in her hand as if Zhou Zhengning's head was blown with a hammer:

"Little Huangmao, work harder!!"

"I'm working hard!"

Zhou Zhengning was sweating coldly from the corner of his forehead, but the opponent he met in the game was like a programmed AI. His marksmanship and the timing of his catch were so accurate that he had no power to fight back. He was almost rubbed against the ground. .

Soon, the game screen went black again and the game failed.

Gunshots rang out again, but this time the target was not Qin Jing, but Qingniao.

Qin Jing glanced at Qingniao subconsciously, but Qingniao did not speak this time, but pressed the keys of the keyboard under her hand quickly, bringing out a series of chaotic and noisy syllables.

Qin Jing noticed that the speed of the bullet in the air slowed down with the sound made by the instrument.

That speed was enough for the blue bird to sideways avoid the trajectory of the bullet.

Music...Games...

These two words were quickly connected in Qin Jing's mind.

She was paying attention to the battle situation on the big screen just now. She didn't look at it carefully before, but now she found out that the game played like that really can't be blamed on Xiao Huangmao.

The opponent was too strong. Even if Zhou Zhengning was hiding behind an obstacle, he could shoot his head with a slight probe, which was outrageously accurate.

In this case, how can you win.

However, if the game is lost, they will be shot. The syllables from the musical instrument can slow down the speed of the bullet, that is, weaken the strength. Isn't that...

"Fuck, Huangmao, come again!"

At the beginning of the game, Qin Jing hit the drum set with drum sticks like crazy, and Qingniao obviously thought of it with her, the noise from the keyboard and the drum set mixed together, making it extremely noisy.

And Zhou Zhengning was tortured by the noise while playing games, and he was about to go crazy.

But the strange thing is that his opponent this time does not seem to be as incomprehensible as the previous two times.

At least, Zhou Zhengning lasted two minutes longer.

The game is over and gunshots ring out.

"I'm convinced, I'm really convinced!"

Qin Jing tilted her head to avoid the bullet:

"continue!"

The noise of drum kits and keyboards mixed with the sound of game guns continued all night.

But the gun **** Xiaobawang in the outer city was about to vomit the game, and finally performed supernormally, caught Yuna's flaws, and won the victory.

After hearing the announcement of the game victory, Qin Jing heaved a sigh of relief and collapsed on the chair.

Qingniao moved her fingers that were about to become stiff, and her body relaxed accordingly.

Zhou Zhengning even threw away the game controller and slid from the sofa to the carpet, like a dead body.

【Miss Yuna congratulates you for winning this game】

【Dreams and nights belong to you】

"...It's still a sweet dream."

Qin Jing looked behind the curtains in the room, and rolled her eyes at the stealthy light.

It's dawn!

fourth floor.

Ye Fei lay on the bed, closed her eyes and listened to the sound of the rainstorm outside the window.

After a while, he asked Jian Lingxi:

"Snake, how do you think we will spend tonight?"

Jian Lingxi understood what he meant:

"The keywords in each group are different. Yuna also mentioned different items when arranging the room before. If it is related to the possible side quests, then we should be boring and books."

Ye Fei nodded and yawned.

Jian Lingxi looked at him and chuckled lightly:

"If there is a side mission, then Teacher Ye can just give it to me, I can solve it by myself."

"That's so embarrassing. It's obviously two people's work. How can I let you do it all by yourself?"

Ye Fei spoke lazily, then raised her voice slightly, and said to the air:

"Mr. Housekeeper, if you have any tasks, just tell me, get off work early and go to bed early."

The narration arrives quickly after the urging:

[Miss Yuna has prepared books in the room that the two guests may be interested in. Miss Yuna likes to listen to bedtime stories, I wonder if Mr. Ye is also like her]

[This is a bedtime story carefully selected by Ms. Yuna, and please ask the gentleman next to you to read it to you. The rainy night and the story are the best match, and the dream and the night belong to you two]

"?"

Ye Feiren was dumbfounded.

If he understands correctly, this side task is to let them tell stories to lull them to sleep?

Isn't this different from what he expected? ?

Ye Fei subconsciously glanced at Jian Lingxi, and the expression on Jian Lingxi's face was indescribable.

At the same time, Ye Fei felt that there seemed to be something more around him, he picked it up subconsciously, and looked at it by the candlelight next to him:

"Little White Rabbit and Big Bad Wolf"

? ? ?

【Mr. Ye please cover the quilt and enjoy your bedtime story】

Is this narration even provocative?

no? To tell a story, you need to set a posture?

Ye Fei raised her eyebrows slightly, lifted the quilt and got in with a question mark on her head, and lay down with her hands folded in the Sleeping Beauty pose.

And Jian Ling Xiban leaned on the bed, picked up the story book, and opened the first page.

【Get closer to convey the emotion of the story】

"?" Jian Lingxi raised her eyebrows slightly.

He restrainedly moved a short distance towards Ye Fei.

But the narrator seemed dissatisfied and kept repeating:

【Get closer to convey the emotion of the story】

After the narrator repeated this sentence five times, Jian Lingxi finally moved to Ye Fei's side.

Ye Fei could smell the bellflower flowers around her.

To be honest, Ye Fei thought he had a thick skin, but at this time, he still felt that the picture of the candlelight clinging to each other and telling a bedtime story on a rainy night was very weird.

Help…

Ye Fei originally wanted to say save me, but after thinking about it, he felt that someone might be in more pain than himself, so he temporarily changed it to:

Help, who will save Jian Lingxi!

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