No.11 players

Chapter 66 The Complainant

"I'm not a real vampire, you're really rude." Nan Wan couldn't help complaining.

Nan Wan's ability is very special. There are several different groups of blood in her body. They are each in one blood. They are both independent and interdependent.

Nan Wan stood up and stretched her body, then walked straight to the French windows.

Looking up at the blood moon, Nan Wan's eyes gradually showed obsession, but soon returned to normal.

The blood-red moon will increase the strength of the vampire, but the price is to lose control and become a madman who only knows how to kill.

However, Nan Wan was not a pure vampire, so she was relatively less affected, and she did not rely on blood sucking to maintain her life.

In this silent desire, one can vaguely hear the sound of walking from outside. Judging from the movement and stillness, it is not human.

Occasionally, people's screams can be heard, which is especially clear in this silent and dark night.

Through the window, you can see the blooming epiphyllum very clearly. No wonder Arlo appeared so timely before. The original white epiphyllum turned red under the moonlight.
Looking at the red light soaring into the sky in the distance, Nan Wan couldn't help but said, "This can't be a supernatural copy, right?"

"Why, are you still afraid of ghosts?"

Arlo's words are equivalent to acknowledging what Nanwan said in disguise, that this place is indeed a supernatural copy.

"Of course not." Nan Wan rolled her eyes.

"The fusion of the ordinary world and the supernatural world is a huge mistake. I promise to report it."

As she said that, Nan Wan quickly submitted a report, the content was that the content of the dungeon did not match the difficulty level.

If you want to say who is the most hated player in the game system, ah, Nan Wan is definitely the top one, not because he damaged how many of their colleagues in total, but because two-thirds of the reports they received came from this person, Simply a complainer.

So many parallel universes can't beat her alone, but this person is still very powerful. Every time they deliberately target them, they will be discovered by the other party, and they are blackmailed. They have experience.

So when they received Nan Wan's report, they checked it in an orderly manner. Although they didn't like this player very much, it was a different matter. Moreover, it was a mistake made by the operation department and had nothing to do with their complaint department. They just needed to discuss compensation Enough.

It's just that the mistake this time wasn't an ordinary big one that turned the E-level dungeon into an SSS-level dungeon.

They really don't care about the life and death of those gamers, what they care about is that it may not be so easy to be kind this time.

After submitting the report, there was a knock on the door outside, "Young master, are you still up? Would you like some supper? I made your favorite wine glutinous rice balls."

Neither Nanwan nor Arlo spoke, and the knocking on the door gradually became more hurried.

"Master, are you there? I'm Hathaway. I know you haven't slept. Can you open the door." This time, Nan Wan's voice came from outside.

Nan Wan walked to the door and saw a dent on the back of the door, which was about the same size and shape as the medal she found earlier.

Put the medal in his hand in the dent, and then heard a muffled groan.

Sure enough, these accessories that represent identity are the key to customs clearance.

(End of this chapter)