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In conjunction with the previous episode of driving, a special episode of Yelan×Supper is inserted. Hehehe.

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Night Tale-Gengchen

Yejun-Yiwei

Yelan-Bingxu

Supper - Kuimao

The ranking is based on the strength at the time of entry, and it will not change if there are changes later

It doesn’t matter if you can’t remember, everyone’s personality is fried chicken, obviously you can’t make a mistake~~~

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Guimao had planned to go to bed early today, so he took off his tattered blood clothes and hurriedly rushed into the waterfall, and was the first to roll back to the bunk.

But when the other people returned to the room after the trial, they were moaning, crying, and insulting one after another, and even he, who had the best personality in the same period, became bored.They were all wounded, and each of them was only eleven or twelve years old. They had no patience to speak of. Every day, some people could not bear the torture and cried and screamed.Compared with the killing field where no relatives are recognized during the day, this fragile and unwilling habitat is more like purgatory.

It's not disgusting.

It's just that these teenagers who cry and make trouble because of their pain usually don't last a few days before seeing the King of Hades, and they will be replaced by new people at that time.Guimao's current period is full of sixty teenagers, and there are only a dozen of them who came in at the same time as me and can live to this day.

Gui Mao considered himself a heartless person, and was used to helping his brother collect the corpses with a smile, but after hearing these cries for a long time, he would feel at a loss.These teenagers were desperately trying to survive, but he had never had any hope, and he was not even attached to surviving in the world. He didn't know what he was planning every day.

Gui Mao couldn't hold back his irritability, and he didn't put on his single clothes, so he got up and went out with his upper body bare.

There was still a dazed person sitting at the door, and Guimao waved his hand to greet him as usual.Walking into the courtyard, he jumped up to the east attic in the courtyard, climbed to the top roof layer by layer, and sat down on the eaves with his legs crossed.

Looking further east, he saw a familiar figure.

It was getting dusk and the sunset glowed against the sun. The man was sitting cross-legged on the stone steps in the porch, wiping his sword.

In the courtyard next door were seniors who were one year older than Guimaozhi. He had inquired about the ranking of this person, and it was Gengchen.

Gengchen's movements were extremely regular, and he stayed here almost every day after practice, either meditating or wiping his sword.He sticks to this place like a rock, rarely speaks, and his movements are calm and firm beyond his age.

In the night walk, few people use swords, and even fewer people practice inner breath.Every day's trial is a life hanging by a thread. If you can live today, you may not be able to live tomorrow. Internal cultivation is extremely time-consuming, and the results are slow. It is not allowed for people to practice slowly.It has always been easy to hide a hidden arrow, but it is difficult to defend against it. Everyone is eager to study and understand all kinds of insidious tricks, so that they can be caught by surprise and win the victory and survive.

So it was the first time Guimao saw someone using a sword in the courtyard next door on a tall building, and he thought badly about when this person would die.

While the colleagues around him changed wave after wave, the young man with the sword next door seemed to never disappear.

He later inquired and found out that Geng Chen's kung fu with hidden weapons and poison was also the best at that time.

That is really a strange person, tough, strong and aboveboard, he is simply incompatible with Ye Xing.

Guimao gradually discovered that the stability of that figure has a fascinating soothing power. Whenever he is irritable, he only needs to climb to the top of the building to look at it for a moment, and his heart will be at peace.

Geng Chen finished wiping his sword meticulously and began to meditate. Gui Mao watched and fell asleep accidentally.

After he had a short and boring dream, he woke up and wiped his saliva. The man was still meditating in place, without moving a bit, as if time would not pass by him.

Gui Mao felt a sense of guilt welling up spontaneously.

After the third watch, the lights in the courtyard next door were gradually turned off, and a smiling young man came out of the room and sat beside Geng Chen.This person's name is Yiwei, and he also uses a sword. From the rankings, he knows that he is the top elite in this period.Gui Mao occasionally saw him dancing a sword in the yard, not bloody and murderous, but like a wild crane and a lonely cloud, with his own strength of character.

But Gui Mao seldom saw him practice martial arts, his kung fu seemed to be a genius of heaven, coupled with that smile that could not see the warmth and sincerity, there was always a bit of careless contempt and frivolity.

Yiwei and Gengchen are both swordsmen, but they seem to be two completely different extremes.

At this moment, Yiwei is sitting next to Geng Chen, propping his chin and squinting at him with a smile, talking nonchalantly.Geng Chen closed his eyes and continued to practice in silence, not knowing if he was listening.

After chatting for a while, Yi Wei couldn't hold back his sleepiness and yawned, got up and pushed Geng Chen back to his room to rest.

Seeing that the lights in the courtyard had gone out, Guimao stretched himself and fell back to the ground.

Everyone in his own room was already asleep, only a few low moans could be heard from time to time.Walking to the door of the room, the person who had greeted him when he went out was still sitting on the threshold in a daze.Gui Mao paused in front of him for a moment, then took out a plum candy from his pocket and stuffed it for him.

Ye Xing has an irrelevant reward mechanism. The top few in each trial can win some prizes from the upper echelons.Some people changed their vacations, and some people took this opportunity to get some good wound medicine.Guimao was also fortunate enough to win the top spot several times, and he used it in exchange for food.He always thought that there would be long sleep days after death, and there would be no need to ask for leave to rest while alive.These plum candies are derived from this.

He is not familiar with this person who often sits at the door of his room. Although he seems to have asked his name, Guimao is not bad.Every time he passed by, when Guimao was in a good mood, he would hand him some snacks.

But every time he came back after watching Geng Chen, he was not in a bad mood, it seemed like he would give it every time.

Night walk is not a peaceful place, and there are precedents of attacking each other during rest.But no matter what Guimao stuffed him with food, the man always took it and swallowed it.

Gui Mao felt that he was so unsuspecting, maybe there was something wrong with his mind.

After stuffing the sugar, Guimao lay back on the bunk, and fell asleep after a while.

The person at the door didn't move, and just sat there all night.

The days have passed steadily and peacefully for a long time accompanied by the bloody atmosphere, and the end of the year is approaching.There are still many people who can't survive the winter outside, especially when they travel at night.The end of the year is at night, which is a big hurdle, with cruel trials one after another.

This issue of Guimao is in the fifth year of Yexing. According to the rules, there will be a big test at the end of the year.

No one knew what the content was, but according to what Guimao heard from the courtyard next door, only eight of the 60 people survived this kind of big test in the last phase.

Gui Mao stroked his chin and looked at his colleagues who were both enemies and friends, and felt that he might not be lucky enough to be in the forefront, and this kind of days of being indifferent might be coming to an end.

There is no fear at all, and it can't be called regret, but I just remember that I haven't spoken to Geng Chen.

Guimao has always been straightforward, and as soon as this thought crossed his mind, his feet had already gone there.

I watched for a while at the door of other people's room, but unfortunately Geng Chen was not inside.It was the ever-smiling Yiwei who patted him on the shoulder and asked, "Are you Guimao from the next issue? What are you doing here?"

Gui Mao was puzzled: "You know me?"

Yiwei smiled and said: "You often stare at me from high buildings, I naturally want to find out about your details, so as not to die in an unclear way."

Gui Mao clicked his tongue: "Who is staring at you!"

"I'm so good-looking, you should see that I should, why be shy." Yiwei smiled brightly, feeling very good about himself, and said, "Why are you here?"

Gui Mao tilted his head and said: "I will have a big test in a few days. I don't know if I can survive it. I want to ask the seniors for advice."

"Oh, big test." Yiwei stroked his chin and pondered for a moment, then smiled confidently, "Don't worry, a heartless person like you can easily pass."

Gui Mao didn't believe him: "Hey, how do you know?"

Yiwei still had that insincere smile, and said firmly, "Because I'm not only good-looking, but also smart."

Guimao secretly sighed in his heart: This person's speech is so brazen, it is impossible that every time he talks to Geng Chen, Geng Chen seldom pays attention to him.But he deserves such a beating, but Geng Chen never beats him, which shows that Geng Chen's temper is really good.

After this continuous praise and trample, the favorability of Geng Chen in his heart has increased a lot.

Yiwei sighed, "Oh, you're laughing at me in your heart."

Gui Mao was punctured by him, and quickly defended: "I didn't say anything."

"I'm obviously much smarter than you, but I have to be laughed at by you fools. The world is really unfair." Yiwei complained a few words in self-pity, and then suddenly said, "I can also tell you that Geng Chen will become a night man in the future. Sha, I will become Lord Ye. After the evaluation is over, you must remember to vindicate me in your heart, I am really a smart person, I don’t joke.”

Gui Mao was taken aback for a moment, and it took him a while to understand what he was talking about, and he said in surprise: "Geng Chen originally wanted to be crowned the Yesha Gorefiend..."

Yiwei shook his head and said: "No, he wants to be crowned Yejun Yudi. It's a pity that he won't listen to me, so he won't be able to get this title."

Gui Mao said blankly: "I don't understand. But if you really want to be so confident, can't you help him achieve what he wants?"

Yiwei smiled wryly and said: "So what about being smart, there are many things that I can't do. It's like how strong Geng Chen is, there are many things that he can't do."

Gui Mao went back to his room in a daze, not trying to understand Yi Wei's words for a long time.

How could Yiwei and Gengchen have things they couldn't do?How can things in this world be so difficult?

On the other hand, he wanted to eat roast chicken, and he won the lottery. It was delicious.I want to eat fried skewers, and I won the lottery. It's delicious.I want to eat super invincible sea view Buddha jumping wall... I got ordinary Buddha jumping wall, but it is also delicious, so there is no problem.

Guimao's melancholy was drowned in the menu, and he gradually forgot the initial question.

In the blink of an eye, the big test was ushered in, and Guimao survived, even so easily that it was unimaginable.

As promised, he arrived at a secret place where white mist was rising, and in the secret place, he saw a lively roast chicken wielding a big knife.Guimao pounced on it and took a few bites, but there was no taste at all, and angrily chopped up the roast chicken.

The trial is over.

Guimao was in a daze.

Gui Mao went back to the room in a daze, he was alone in the whole room, and he was happy to be at leisure.Guimao leisurely had a long daydream, and at night he ate a meal for three by himself.

He wandered around bored until the next morning, only one or two colleagues came back exhausted.

Is it so hard to cut a roast chicken?Guimao really wanted to take the opportunity to laugh, but his colleagues began to cry about how vicious and vicious the enemy was this time, how frightening the monsters and ghosts were, and how hard it was to win.

Guimao swallowed, it seemed that the enemies were random, and he was just lucky.

After New Year's Eve, the night walk also has a rare short break.Although there is no celebration, for them, being able to live without doing anything is the greatest gift.

The big test is gradually over, and there are about a dozen people who survived this period, which is not bad.

The room where 30 people were originally crowded, now there are only a few three or five people left, and it looks even more desolate against the lively fireworks outside.

Gui Mao looked at the door, it was empty.

Did the person who often sat on the threshold in a daze fail to survive?

Probably no other reason than misfortune.

The names on the list were removed one by one.Gui Mao leaned aside and glanced through the list, trying to see if he could find the name of that person, but unfortunately, the code name of the heavenly stem and earthly branch has no sense at all, and he really can't remember anything.

"How many survived this time?" Gui Mao asked casually.

"Eleven..." Someone responded.

"Hey, it's not dead yet, of course there are twelve." Another person retorted.

"What's the use of being angry now, if you can't go to the training ground, you will be eliminated sooner or later." The previous person snorted.

Gui Mao couldn't understand, and asked, "What's going on?"

The man replied: "Although one of them survived, he was stupid. He couldn't understand people's words and couldn't recognize them. He was hanging by medicine for the past two days. I'm afraid he won't last long."

"Is there such a thing? No wonder the smell of medicine has been so strong in the next two days." Gui Mao didn't like the bitter taste of herbs, and felt that the smell was a nuisance.

After a few more nonsense words, the fireworks started to go off outside again. Guimao had nothing to do, so he rolled over to the roof and lay down to watch.

He lay down for a while, and heard someone next door yelling and cursing, as if they were arguing about something.Listening carefully, it turned out that the next room was shirking the responsibility of taking care of that fool.

Guimao was acquainted with a few colleagues next door, so he simply turned over and went down to explore.Pushing the door open and entering, there was a strong smell of herbs, which made him want to leave immediately.

Under the candlelight, there was a man lying reclining on the bunk, with messy hair, dull eyes, and a stupid expression, with saliva and medicinal juice dripping from his lips, flowing all over his chest.The whole body was covered with bandages, and it was tied in a mess. It seemed that the injury was not serious, and he kept moving around.

Several people around cursed and complained over and over again, and no one wanted to take care of him.

But those who really get rid of their colleagues will inevitably be squeezed out in the future, and no one wants to be this early bird.

Gui Mao felt familiar, and after looking at it for a long time, he suddenly realized that this is the same person who is in a daze at the door of his room every day.

No wonder he was sitting on the threshold all the time, even when the lights were off, he didn't come in to rest. It turned out that he didn't live in his room at all.

Then why didn't he honestly go back to his room to rest, and kept running to the next door to do something.

Gui Mao had already walked to the shop in doubt, and after a closer look, it was indeed that person.

The person serving the medicine next to him was surprised: "Hey, he seems to be looking at you?"

"Really?" Gui Mao tilted his body to the right, and the man's eyes followed him by an inch.

"Hey, I couldn't see anyone two days ago. I thought I was blind. Is it better?" After the person who brought the medicine said, a person next to him laughed and said, "Could it be the light of day, hahaha."

The people next to him laughed, and the stupid man stared at Gui Mao for a while, then suddenly said, "Guimao."

"Oh, I'm talking! You can still talk! Then drink up the medicine quickly." As he spoke, he stuffed the medicine bowl into his arms, but he didn't know how to take it, so his chest was wet. Blockbuster.

He didn't seem to be aware of anything else, and he repeated blankly: "Guimao."

Gui Mao was puzzled: "You know me?"

The man couldn't answer, he didn't seem to understand the question, he just stared at him helplessly.

Seeing the wind, the people around them put the medicine bowl back into Guimao's hand, saying, "Since you two are friends, take good care of him!" and slipped away.

There were only two people left, Guimao had no choice but to sit back beside him.

Seeing him sit down, the man repeated: "Guimao."

"Yes, yes, it's me, here." Guimao asked while stirring the spoon, "What's your name?"

There was no answer for a long time, and Guimao waited quietly for a long time before the man said slowly: "I don't remember."

Don't recognize others, don't remember who you are, but know me?Guimao became more suspicious, took a spoonful and handed it to his mouth, "Drink the medicine first, the injury is so serious, I will bandage it for you again later."

The man was still staring at him blankly, as if the sentence was too long to react.

Gui Mao thought for a while and said, "Open your mouth."

This time he obediently opened his mouth.

Guimao couldn't help laughing, the simple order could have been understood.After taking a long time to feed the whole bowl of medicine, the man seemed to gradually understand how to swallow, and the second half of the bowl was smoother.

Guimao went out and returned the medicine bowl to the boy. The few people who slipped away before were surprised: "So fast? I drank a bowl of medicine for more than half an hour yesterday, and I was so worried."

"What's his name?" Gui Mao asked.

Someone responded, "Bingxu."

Gui Mao nodded and remembered, and turned back thoughtfully, only to see that the man had fallen to the ground and had crawled a short distance on hands and feet.

"Ancestor, what are you doing?" Guimao lifted him by his collar and slipped him back to the bunk, and found that his previous dull expression had changed to panic.

"Guimao..." Bingxu couldn't speak, he just repeated his name, but he could hear a little eagerness.

"I'm here, baby, ah. Come on, lie back." Gui Mao put him down, looked at the scattered bandages on his body, and probably knew what caused it.

"Injured like this, why do you keep sneaking out? Is there anything outside?" Gui Mao carefully cut off his bandage, cleaned the wound again, and sprinkled the powder on it.

Then Bingxu replied in a daze: "You."

"Me? What's wrong with me?" Gui Mao thought he mentioned himself at the beginning of a sentence, and waited for the follow-up while taking the medicine.It took a long time to react, and asked, "You mean there is me outside?"

Bingxu nodded.

Gui Mao chuckled lightly and sighed: "It really is a fool."