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Chapter 667 This True Six
Upon hearing this, Gu Mian couldn't help but imagine the scene—

A high-end version of Xiao Qiao is holding his head and sucking his brains.

The scene is too beautiful.

Gu Mian shook her head to shake the image out of her mind.

"Speaking of which, the NPC named 'Lucky' has the same voice as Xiao Qiao. I wonder if they look the same too," Gu Mian pondered.

The fat man picked up the trash bag: "Based on your description, Doctor, I feel that the NPC in the Seventh World should look similar to Miss Qiao. After all, Miss Qiao is someone she created."

Since there were no living people left in the Seventh World, "Lucky" had no choice but to create a guardian and throw it onto Earth.

Gu Mian couldn't help but feel sorry for this poor NPC.

This is probably the most tragic core character among the seven worlds. There isn't a single living person left in her world, and she still has to go to great lengths to prevent the world from collapsing.

He's an unlucky NPC.

Gu Mian felt that the name "Lucky" didn't suit her at all, and thought she might as well change it to "Misfortune".

At this moment, the fat man opened the door carrying a black garbage bag: "Doctor, I'm going out to throw out the trash. I'll cook for you when I get back."

Gu Mian looked out the window; the sun in the distance was setting in the west and was almost below the horizon.

Today was truly a thrilling and exciting day.

From the Seventh World to the train, and then from the train to a magical director's copy.

On this day, they met the very lucky Miss Lucky and the hospitable train conductor.

I also learned the names of several key figures.

Next, they need to make more friends in order to stop the chain reaction of collapse in the lower-dimensional world.

After dinner, Gu Mian lay peacefully on the bed.

Little Hong, who was standing next to him, had no idea what a dramatic day he had gone through. In Little Hong's view, Gu Mian had only disappeared for a few hours and then returned.

She was still holding her lychee soda as usual, enjoying it with relish by Gu Mian's bedside.

She stood there for a long time, and seeing that the person on the bed ignored her, she couldn't help but feel a little wronged.

Just as Xiao Hong was feeling aggrieved, Gu Mian suddenly reached out and patted the slightly aggrieved head beside the bed: "Don't worry, I won't let you die."

Little Red, who had just been patted on the head, immediately became happy and happily crawled under the bed.

"What a harmonious and loving day," Gu Mian said, pulling her blanket up and closing her eyes.

And so, a perfect day came to a close.

Xiao Qiao finally woke up ten days later.

There's nothing seriously wrong with my health, it's just that my face looks a bit pale after sleeping for a long time.

Gu Mian was certain that this was still the same Xiao Qiao who didn't have enough brain capacity before, and the melodramatic "possession" plot hadn't happened.

It's worth mentioning that the first thing Xiao Qiao did after waking up was to go find Gu Mian and carefully examine the lower half of his face.

Before she lost consciousness, the last thing she saw was Gu Mian's chin, ravaged by the earth.

In the past ten days, the wounds on Gu Mian's face had long since scabbed over and fallen off. Seeing the lower half of her face, which was still quite perfect, Xiao Qiao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Doctor," the fat man said hesitantly, "has Miss Qiao's brain deteriorated again? Shouldn't most people who have survived a near-death experience be overwhelmed with emotion and cry when they wake up? Why is she concerned about whether you're disfigured as soon as she opens her eyes?"

Gu Mian touched the spot where she had been injured before: "She probably thinks my face is more important than her life."

The fat man scratched his head: "Then you'd better take good care of your face, doctor."

"I would have done it even if you hadn't told me."

After confirming that Gu Mian was not disfigured, Xiao Qiao sat blankly by the window, not crying and lamenting as the fat man had imagined.

Looking at her figure, one could even sense a hint of depression.

"What's wrong with Miss Qiao? She hasn't been acting normally since she woke up." The fat man sensed something was off. "She's never been this depressed before. Could it be because the Seventh World collapsed and she's heartbroken?"

Gu Mian was also puzzled; he had wanted to ask Xiao Qiao if she knew anything about the lucky thing.

Just as the two were wondering what was going on, Xiao Qiao by the window suddenly stood up.

Then he began to mutter to himself, "No, this shouldn't be, why, I don't understand..."

"Did you discover something?" Gu Mian asked. "What's wrong?" Xiao Qiao then turned to look at him. "Something's not right."

what?
Gu Mian felt that she had a hard time having a normal conversation with her.

Before he could ask any more questions, Xiao Qiao began repeating what she had said before and walked toward the door on her own.

The fat man looked at Xiao Qiao's retreating figure with slight worry: "Doctor, do you know of any medicine that can improve IQ?"

"I'm afraid not."

Gu Mian also watched Xiao Qiao's departing figure.

Fortunately, there were no cars on the road outside, otherwise he was really worried that Xiao Qiao would be hit by a car and killed if she wasn't careful.

Xiao Qiao's mental state isn't very good right now, so Gu Mian plans to ask her about the Seventh World and Luck again in a few days.

For the next few days, Gu Mian studied the walkie-talkie she had snatched from Mr. Green.

He pressed all the strange buttons on it, but the walkie-talkie didn't respond at all.

"Is this something only NPCs can use?" Gu Mian was a little disappointed. She should have tied Mr. Green up with her too.

After the walkie-talkie was stolen, the poor green-clad host disappeared without a trace. The fat man guessed that he might have found a corner to calm his psychological trauma.

“Mr. Green must be traumatized,” the fat man said, looking at the walkie-talkie that Gu Mian had tossed aside. “Doctor, you’re always taking things from people, it’s scared him so much that he doesn’t dare to show his face.”

The fat man is right.

A few days later, Gu Mian found a small note slipped into the room through the crack in the door.

Mr. Green secretly slipped it in while they were asleep.

I've found somewhere else to stay temporarily, so don't look for me or worry about me.

The fat man looked at the note that Mr. Green had secretly slipped in and clicked his tongue in amazement: "This looks just like a letter left by a child who ran away from home. I didn't expect Mr. Green to have such a childlike heart."

“Oh, right,” the fat man said, picking up the calendar next to the table and circling a date as he spoke of running away from home, “the Mid-Autumn Festival is just a few days away. It’s supposed to be a day for family reunions, but Mr. Green has left us…”

Because she hadn't worked for so long, Gu Mian had almost forgotten about these holidays.

Only after the fat man reminded him did he realize that the Mid-Autumn Festival was approaching.

"Such a big holiday, doesn't the game plan to hold any events?" Gu Mian opened her panel and found that the event interface was still grayed out, it seemed that the organizers did not plan to hold any events.

Previous Lantern Festival events, dragon boat races, and college entrance examination activities were all held during major holidays.

He originally thought there would be new activities for the Mid-Autumn Festival, but the organizers didn't make any move at all.

“Yeah,” the fat guy said, “They’re not even holding any events for the Mid-Autumn Festival. Does this mean the game is planning to shut down and run away?”

If it really shuts down and runs away, the players will probably be overjoyed.

"Before the death protection mechanism was turned off, the events held in the lower-dimensional world were designed to harm players. Now that players will actually die in dungeons, the lower-dimensional world doesn't need to waste its energy on holding events anymore." Gu Mian looked at the date circled by the fat man, "We eat mooncakes for the Mid-Autumn Festival, right?"

"what?"

Gu Mian's topic jumped too far, and it took the fat man a while to react: "Right, we want to eat mooncakes. Doctor, what kind of mooncake filling do you like?"

Gu Mian thought about it seriously for a while before speaking: "I don't like things with rock sugar, they'll hurt my teeth. Anything else is fine."

Because he doesn't celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival, Gu Mian has rarely eaten mooncakes. Therefore, his knowledge of the different types of mooncakes is quite limited.

The fat man clapped his hands: "I'll do it myself, and I definitely won't hurt the doctor's teeth."

After saying that, he hurriedly went out, saying he was going to buy molds and mooncake ingredients.

Chu Changge, who was standing to the side, asked, "When do you plan to enter the next dungeon? After the Mid-Autumn Festival?"

With the collapse of human order, traditional festivals have lost their meaning.

But Gu Mian still hoped that the holiday could be spent peacefully.

But this is also a luxury.

"Let's do it in the next few days, then we can celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival together." Gu Mian pondered. "I don't know how long our luck will last, so we need to hurry."

He borrowed big data search from Xiao Qiao to search for key figures in the game.

This chapter is so impressive, it must be praising my determination to write 10,000 words a day, right?

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