The Trial Game of Life

Tangcuo and Chiyan followed Meng Yufei all the way, and saw him stuffing a note with information under a stone brick on a corner of nowhere. After passing the information, Meng Yufei looked carefully to the left and right, thinking a little, then turned and left.

He did not turn back in the direction of the office, but stopped someone casually to inquire about the location of Sayuri Street.

Although the address of No. 47 Xiaoli Street was edited by Tang Cuo, in order to avoid Meng Yufei's suspicion and was disassembled too quickly, Xiaoli Street did have its name. Meng Yufei heard the exact direction and planned to go there and take a look.

Tang Cuo asked Chi Yan to stay and wait for the rabbit, but he continued to follow Meng Yufei. Confirming that Meng Yufei was really going to 47 Xiaoli Street, Tangcuo arrived first.

It was a very small hotel. Tang Cuo opened a room and stood by in the corridor on the second floor. When Meng Yufei came in, he swayed across the stairs of the second floor, allowing Meng Yufei to see him when he looked up.

Meng Yufei took the bait, and quietly followed the second floor and saw Tang Cuo entering a room at the end of the corridor.

Following this, he originally wanted to retreat, because his task was to pass on intelligence. I don???t know who is still hiding in this contact point. If he breaks in directly to reveal his identity, will he have to make up for it?

Meng Yufei is not a fool. He knows the reason to be careful to make Wannian Ship, so he turns around and wants to leave. But the moment he turned around, there was a sudden sound of a door opening behind him. He looked subconsciously, and his head was suddenly hit hard.

"You--" Meng Yufei rolled his eyes and fainted.

Tang Cuo grabbed his collar with one hand, leaned his head toward the disturbed guest who protruded his head in the next room, and showed the emblem of the Ivy League, saying: "The alliance is working, please don't say anything."

The man nodded quickly. Although there was panic on his face, he did not shout.

Tang Cuo dragged Meng Yufei into the room he had prepared in advance. When he saw that Meng Yufei would not come in, he went out from the window, turned in again, and stunned him around his back. He didn't want to make Meng Yufei active for too long. This role is just a little traitor, although it has some effects but not much effect. I really want to use him as an essay. First, the relevant information is too little to lay out, which is not worth the loss;

Compared with his role in the copy, Tang Cuo valued the information he got from Yan Yun when he was Meng Yufei himself.

After pouring a pot of cold water, Meng Yufei woke up from a coma. Opening his eyes, cold water mixed with blood flowing into his eyes caused tingling. He shook his head and saw Theodore standing in front of him.

"Long story short. I'm Tang Cuo and I want to be honest if I don't want to die."

"...Fuck." Meng Yufei almost didn't mention it, and wanted to run, but he was tied to a chair. When he just wanted to break free, Tang Cuo's sword was put on his neck, saying: "Put you in Tell me everything you see around Yan Yun."

Meng Yufei smiled slightly sarcastically, "If I told you all, would you kill me immediately?"

The answer to him was Tang Cuo's sharp sword that pierced his thigh directly. He didn't even have any extra words, so he looked at you so calmly, with only one glance, it seemed that he would drive your soul into the infinite abyss.

"What can I know if I just run errands? Even if Yunyun has a detailed plan, he will only tell Zheng Yingying that he won't tell me!" Meng Yufei couldn't help but speed up his speech, fearing to speak slower, the second sword was stabbed.

But even if he spoke so fast, the second sword came.

Meng Yufei has already claimed to be a ruthless person, having suffered injuries of all sizes, but with two swords coming down in succession, he still couldn't help crying out the pain, and his entire face was pale. A glance at the health value, straight down.

"I said I said I said..." Meng Yufei gritted his teeth, no matter, anyway, he had no loyalty to Yan Yun and Zheng Yingying, nothing was as important as his own life. In fact, Yan Yun did not say too much information to him. Meng Yufei could only say what he could think of, so it was chaotic.

Tang Cuo listened quietly without interrupting him. Until he said the name "A Wu", Tang Cuo's eyes finally made waves. At the same time in Yongye City, k also showed a look of sudden enlightenment.

"It turned out to be..." He thought he roughly guessed what Yan Yun was going to do, which was indeed a feasible solution. Thinking of this, he turned his eyes to Yan Yun again.

At this time, Yan Yun held Leng Miao and couldn't put it down, and refused to return him to Jin Cheng. The red priest also came to Yan Yun's side, no matter who he (she) was, the two of them worked together, and Leng Miao could not exert any combat power temporarily. It was difficult for Jin Cheng alone to stop them.

So Jin Cheng spread his hand, "His Royal Highness, it's not that I don't save you."

Hostage taking should be part of the plot. According to the original plot, a priest in red shoots himself, and most of His Royal Highness is to be taken captive. Under the premise of role-playing, players must follow the plot, otherwise the plot collapses and the characters ooc may lead to failure of customs clearance.

Yan Yun will not take such a big risk to kill Leng Miao, so Leng Miao, as a hostage, should still be safe.

Leng Miao will not think about this, but he is very upset, so he has no good face for anyone. Especially Yan Yun wanted to hold him in his hand and pinched his face, making him feel humiliated.

"I warn you not to pinch my face again, otherwise you will die with you," he said.

The words of the magnificent magician and the third in the Red List are certainly not just words. Yan Yun has no doubt that Leng Miao has such a hole card, the character ooc, and they all have to die together, and they don't care about how the system punishes them at all.

"You can only blame your prince. You are too cute." Yan Yun said with a smile, and stopped before Leng Miao fluttered. He looked at Jin Cheng and asked, "Will you stop me again?"

Jin Cheng: "Perhaps you can just catch it."

Yan Yun: "Then don't need it, see you later."

After finishing the speech, Yan Yun and the red priest left the garden one after the other, and the guards of the palace hurried to catch up, but Jin Cheng did not move. He stepped back a few steps and turned around and disappeared in the palace.

At this time, about forty minutes had passed since the copy was opened, and Yao Qing also found Little Jack as early as a quarter of an hour, and followed him around.

Soon he found out what Jack Jake was the number one fan of the minstrel Lancelot. If you want to get Jack Jake's trust, you just have to follow him to make a Lan Biao.

"Yes, Lancelot's music is really great!"

"He is the greatest bard of Sicily!"

"I adore him in particular, he is my life-long idol and eternal pursuit!"

"His charm is unstoppable!"

Little Jack felt that he had met a confidant, and this person was better than him, so he was very enthusiastic when he heard that he wanted to live in the country of Yueyin and carefully appreciate the style of the hometown of the great bard. He went to find a house.

The country of Yueyin has a small population and fewer foreign travelers, so it is easy to rent a good house at a low price. Little Jack himself can take him everywhere, see which house he wants, and then let him take a thread.

Yao Qing???s plan was simple. He wanted to find a secluded place where no one would find it. The empty house was the best place. Twenty minutes before the one-hour time limit, he had little time to pick and choose, so he chose the first one directly.

Little Jack just took him outside to see. It was impossible to bring him in at will. Yao Qing said that he suddenly remembered that Mr. Gilbert had something to do there. He had to go back and come again. Little Jack did not doubt that he was there. When the two were separated, Yao Qing directly dived into the vacant room and set about drawing.

In painting, Yao Qing is an amateur player. Although he is not magic, as a puppet master, he also needs to use various formations and runes to control the puppet on weekdays, so it is not difficult.

Everything went very smoothly, and just as Yao Qing painted the rough lines of the magic array, a simple bell suddenly came from a distance. The sound was so loud and sudden that Yao Qing was almost crooked.

He quickly walked to the window and followed the long-distance look. The sound came from the tallest tower in the country of Yueyin.

Yao Qing doesn't understand what this bell means, but people in the country of Yueyin understand.

Everyone stopped the movement at hand, and in the sight of Yao Qing, the people on the street outside stopped. They whispered and whispered, and occasionally looked up at the direction of the tower and the palace, their faces invariably showing worried expressions.

Little Jack even shouted, "The bell rang, the bell rang", and the adults didn't care about reprimanding him for his recklessness. He just wanted to know what happened, so that the bell rang.

They didn't wait long, and the guards wearing silver armor came out of the palace and went a few ways to get around the city. The external statement is that the evil forces took advantage of the Huazong Festival to enter the country of Yueyin, and took away His Royal Highness, so the whole city was under martial law.

"Gosh, my poor prince. What kind of a group of fierce and wicked people should have taken the prince away, how could he have encountered such a thing..."

People are sincere about the prince's concerns. From rich noble lords to ordinary permanent workers, they can't help but ask the guards for details. The guards also answered as much as possible, but for ordinary people, the existence of the Tucha dynasty is already a distant past, and the rose sect only exists in the adventure stories of bounty hunters. The gimmick is greater than the truth. Although the July Rose incident shocked the whole continent, its news has just reached the country of Yueyin, and many people don't even know anything.

No rose or evil force is more important than a flower festival.

"What can I do now?"

"If there is a failure of His Royal Highness, how sad should His Majesty the King..."

"Yeah, today should have been a good day."

"..."

Yao Qing watched the window for a while, and the more he looked, the more magical he felt. This is really a very different country. There is no great gap between the nobles and the civilians. Anyone on the roadside dares to pull the guard and ask questions, mentioning the prince???s palace, although there is also awe, but more is Caring.

The exclamation sounded one after another. They all seemed to be frightened by the brutality of the rose sect, but today is the festival of flowers. Why should they still do it?

"Oh, the gods are on top. I should put a pair of scissors in my basket." This is about the aunt's greatest respect for the Rose Sect.

Yao Qing sighed in admiration. He finally forgot his brain and almost forgot the business. He hurried back to continue painting, although this formation will surely bring disaster to the country of Yueyin, but there is no way, who let the system turn him into a villain?