Game Invasion: The male and female protagonists are in love, but I am secretly stealing their homes

When Yu Xunge ordered Tu Lan to go back, he immediately took out the sleeping dragon eggshell hat with an antenna inserted in it and put it on his head, using the [Lonely Teletubbies].

Mana began to drop at a rapid rate.

The moment she used [Lonely Teletubbies], the Undead guards and passing players who were still looking at her in the previous second became confused for a moment, and then looked away.

2th second.

Yu Xunge removed Feng Jian's disguise, spread his wings and flew high into the sky to overlook the Undercity. He found that almost 50% of the entire Undercity was red, and these red areas were concentrated in the four major city gates, seven teleportation arrays and Hufflepuff's alchemy shop.

The red number 5 appeared on the teleportation array under her feet.

Yu Xunge tried [Phantom Move], but it didn't work.

She used [Romantic Tourist] on a small building diagonally across from Hufflepuff's alchemy shop. This time it was successful, but the landing point was off. Not only did it not reach the small building, but it also landed in a strange room.

There is a circle of level 120 alien players gathered here. There are 12 alien races in Zelan, and there are 7 kinds here, as well as two alien beasts.

But fortunately, they didn't notice her. She was clearly standing among them, within their sight, but they treated her as if she were air.

Yu Xunge held his breath and used [Romantic Tourist] again, and this time he successfully flashed above the small building.

Hufflepuff's alchemy shop was almost shrouded in red mist, and the number faintly visible in it was... "10"!

8th second.

She stood at the door of the alchemy shop and looked inside. There were only Hufflepuff and little Madge in the shop.

Hufflepuff was sitting at the table by the window, frowning, a glass of wine at her side.

Yu Xunge knew that this wine was called "Ice and Snow Wind Chime". It was a kind of ice sweet wine that should be consumed as soon as possible after being poured into the glass. After drinking it, the sound of wind chimes would ring in the mind, and the sound of wind chimes in the mind of every person who drank "Ice and Snow Wind Chime" would be different.

Not only Hufflepuff liked it, but even she and little March, who didn't drink much on weekdays, liked it too.

But... the frost on the wall of the wine glass containing the "Ice and Snow Wind Chime" has disappeared. It is obvious that it has been neglected for a long time after being poured into the glass, so that the best drinking time has been missed.

This was quite a spectacle for the wine-loving Hufflepuff.

[Hufflepuff Level 99 100% ┃ 100% ┃ Surprise, Confusion, Worry, Helplessness, Sadness ┃ Taboo: Alchemy-related ┃ Weakness: Rukia]

And little March, little March was standing behind the counter, looking down at her fingers.

[Maggie Level 18 100% ┃ 100% ┃ Worry, Anger, Sadness, Despair ┃ Taboo: Hufflepuff ┃ Weakness: Status and Respect]

Yu Xunge stood at the door of the alchemy shop, looking at his mentor and good friend. It seemed that they could not come to this place in the near future.

She felt regretful and sad, but not angry. She could see that they were not the ones who took the initiative to plot against her.

There must be someone stronger than them taking action.

The day has finally come.

When the name of "Carrying Wine and Seeking Songs" became more and more special in the world battlefield, this day finally came.

She is no longer an insignificant wine-carrying person, but a special existence who can decide the direction of the wine and influence the outcome of the battle.

Perhaps Hufflepuff never imagined that the student she accepted on a whim would be so special.

11th second…13th second…

She looked at Hufflepuff and little Madge, who were both worried, and at the alchemy shop that seemed to be hiding some kind of crisis.

I felt an absurd sense of relief.

Ever since she established a master-disciple relationship and friendship with the two undead, she often examined herself, asking herself if this was right or not, asking herself if this should be done or not, and did Hufflepuff really not want anything?

At this point, these questions seem to have answers. The answers are not hurtful, but they seem to have lost their meaning.

She flew quietly outside the window, the red light of her wings reflected on the glass of ice-blue wine, and her fiery wing bones were blown by the wind, swaying gently with the wine.