escape with little monsters

"Jia! Do you want to take our child?" Little Slime was still asking Xiang Jia crisply, Xiang Jia was holding his head, and his headache was about to split.

God damn our kids!

"What kind of ability is this of yours?" Xiang Jia asked feebly.

After Xiang Zhen's magical "child theory", he didn't stimulate his poor bound human beings: "Use a part of my body to fabricate a fake state."

"What's the use?"

"What it can see, I can also see." Little Slime and Xiang Jia looked at each other: "The ability to hide and defend is the same as mine."

Isn't that amazing?Xiang Jia lifted his spirits: "How many of these things can you make now?"

"One!"

Xiang Jiawei went back, ah... a puppet slime the size of a thumbnail, it can be used as a spy, but it seems to be a bit of a combat power... Wait a minute, the defense power is the same as that of a brat Yes, maybe I shouldn't have so little confidence in my own monsters...

Xiang Jia barely cheered up: "Can it be used as a fighting force?"

Xiang Jia blinked: "It can only be used for viewing, but it cannot be used for other things."

Xiang Jia completely bowed his head.

"Zen, let's, let's chat..."

A weary sigh sounded in the smashed-up washroom.

"Okay!" Xiang Jia was finally happy. He lifted the tightly bound wall clock monster and threw it to the ground. He didn't retract his little claws until the poor monster was smashed to pieces, and jumped onto Xiang Jia's body. He squatted obediently on his knees, his eyes almost lit up: "I'm chatting with Jia!"

Xiang Jia looked at the miserable dead wall clock monster next to him, and turned his head numbly, not seeing what he saw.

The night passed like this, and at 06:30 the next day, a rippling voice came from the tablet:

[Congratulations to the distinguished guests for having a terrible night, please continue to enjoy the game. 】

Xiang Jia's eyes were black and blue, and he finally understood Xiang Zhen's nature.

No matter it's the absolute defense, the extremely tough little claws, the concealment skills, including the avatar that makes Xiang Jia have nothing to spit out, they can't cover up Xiang Jia's insight, straight to the essence!

Dark slime, classmate Xiang Zhenzhen, is actually a jelly, sad.JPG.

What is truly incomparably tough is the skin of the little slime, the deformed claws are also an extension of his skin, the concealment skill is the ability of his skin, and the avatar is the shedding of his skin.

In short, the start of the game is a piece of skin, and the equipment depends entirely on picking up.

Xiang Jia: JPG of despair.

Such a lofty name and such an awesome skill can no longer put a halo on Little Jelly.

Xiang Zhen argues: "My inside is a kind of rule! Rule! The outer skin is just a derivative of the rule!"

Xiang Jia chuckled: "Oh, rules, what can they be used for?"

Xiang Zhen was silent for a second for the first time, and finally exploded: "Rules are my essence, and derivatives are only an add-on to my essence!"

Xiang Jia: "Your derivatives can be used to protect me, but what can your essence be used for?"

Xiang Zhen's eyes fluttered and he couldn't help feeling wronged: "Jia, my essence is the most important thing, no matter how many times the derivative is destroyed, it can be reborn......"

Regarding Xiang Zhen's grievances, Xiang Jiahui said ruthlessly, "I'm sorry, I only like your derivatives."

For the first time, Xiang Zhen was choked by Xiang Jia and was speechless.

Xiang Jiaze finally felt relieved.

This brat secretly went out to fight monsters before he had settled the account of deducting things from the BOSS. If you don't give him some color, you will really get used to this brat and be lawless!

Xiang Jia, who defeated the bear child, with dark circles under his eyes and a touch of joy, stepped out of the bathroom that redefined the boundary of the map under the sunlight that came in through the small window of the bathroom at six o'clock in the morning With the yellow key unlocked the day before, he entered the study on the other side.

The tour of the secret room has been restarted.

The study room has very retro furnishings, several rows of neat bookshelves, a clean desk with half-written parchment, and a quill pen dipped in ink. Xiang Jia tried to draw a kitten with the pen, and the smooth lines are very smooth. Surprised him.

The ink is not dry.

The study room is the place where information is most likely to be confused. After all, there are enough books in it. If the game is so good that it randomly intercepts a piece of content in the book as the password to open the box of an important item, then Xiang Jia’s short-range memory ability can be increased by ten times. It's okay to die and go back to the end.

So Xiang Jia just glanced at the titles of those books and skipped them directly. He only picked some with completely different styles from the bookshelves, such as silver pocket watches and a bunch of crooked lace handmade fabrics, etc., and then put The bookshelf is gone.

At most, remember the overall color distribution on the bookshelf, which is the basic quality of a high-quality game.

After cutting down the desk monster and the life-sized vase monster, searching the treasure shelf, and with the help of Xiang Zhen, he searched three hidden compartments. Xiang Jia finally straightened up and looked at the gorgeous chandelier above his head.

After combining the telescopic rod, he reached the small bag above the chandelier and found two batteries from inside. Xiang Jia immediately took out the other two batteries he found two days ago and the small radio from the bag, assembled the battery, and then put the The tape found in the dry bathtub was put into the radio, and the 'Start' button was pressed.

The youthful voice like the breeze came out, and Xiang Jia instantly felt that this person was "him" in that diary!

[He] is humming a song.

There is no lyrics, just humming softly with a nasal voice. His humming voice is very soft, but even a layman Xiang Jia can hear the professionalism, but the simple tune is so sung by him. little meaning,

Xiang Jia is a serious KTV killer, but he is not a music idiot, so Xiang Jia's expression after recognizing the tune was a little hard to describe, but the little slime on his shoulder made a very pertinent evaluation: "His notes are Yes!"

Xiang Jia said slowly, "It's not notes, it's the tone."

Xiang Zhen repeated in a serious manner: "Jia said, it's the tune."

Xiang Jia sighed.

No matter how right the tune is, no matter how beautiful the voice is, it can't hide the disobedience of this young man singing 'Two Tigers', okay?

It's not that 'Two Tigers' is not good enough, it's just that it's too inappropriate to appear here. If you sing some other gentle and soothing love songs, he won't think it's so inconsistent.

Fortunately, after the two tigers finished singing, the young man stopped singing.

[He] smiled heartily and said, "How is my singing?"

A deep magnetic voice came out: "Your note is right!" Xiang Jia immediately felt that this voice should be the [Earl] in the coffin.

"Hahaha." [He] laughed a few times, and did not correct what [Earl] said, but changed the subject: "It's recording, be serious."

"Aren't you asking me a question?" [Earl] was very puzzled: "I'm just answering your question."

"It has nothing to do with that, I was the one who proposed the recording as a souvenir, so now is my time, you are not allowed to speak!"

[Earl] stopped talking, but [he] was a little dissatisfied: "You should make trouble at this time! Don't be so obedient!"

[Count] still didn't speak, but some rustling noises were recorded, and [he] laughed a few times, looking very doting.

"Okay, let's tell a story."

[He] then started to record. The very popular story made Xiang Jia very quickly understand what the young man wanted to express.

Kuafu goes by day.

[He] read the classical Chinese very carefully, and then began to translate the short story word by word. He paused several times during the middle, and there were rustling sounds recorded on the tape. Pause and continue after answering the question.

It seems that the noise is a way for [Earl] to communicate with [him] in his own way.

The story was too short, so [he] quickly taped the story, asking, as if with a glimmer of hope, "Do you know what I mean?"

There was a noise, and I didn't know what [Earl] answered. [He] was silent for more than ten seconds before sighing with a smile:

"Sure enough, you and I——"

"What you can't get, you can't get."

The tape recorder clicked and stopped playing, heralding the end of the tape.

Xiang Jia listened to the whole tape in silence all the way.He took out the thick diary and opened it, and after confirming a few key points, he put away the small radio.

"Zhen Zhen, let's go, we're going to the first floor."

"it is good!"

As of this time, the second floor, the search is complete.

A lot of props have been searched, and the background story is also clear. It's time to clear the level.

A real high-player will not be swayed by the background of the game and miss the correct information.

There were some paintings hanging beside the stairs, and a carpet was nailed to the wooden ladder. Xiang Jia skillfully lifted the paintings on one side, pulled out various small notes from the gap between the carpet and the stairs, and then the real man entered a room without looking back. building.

The decoration of the first floor and the second floor are two extremes. If the bedroom on the second floor is in a refreshing and simple style, the living room is in a warm and comfortable hazy style, and the study is in a retro European style, then the first floor is riot art. It's windy.

Xiang Jia: ……………

The spacious main living room is overwhelmed by messy musical instruments and white papers. There is a black and steady piano, a brand new and shiny drum set, a harmonica on top of a broken guitar, and a violin that is treasured on the sofa. Guqin lay quietly in the newborn sunshine, with a flute next to it.

There is a conspicuous blank space on the wall, and Xiang Jia can see at a glance that the width and height are exactly the same as the outline of the wall clock that was violently smashed by Xiang Zhen last night.

Xiang Jia leaned over, randomly picked up a blank sheet of paper, and found that it was full of music scores that he couldn't understand.

As for other normal things, such as tables and chairs, accessories, and teacups, they were all covered by piles of white paper.

To be honest, Xiang Jia still likes things like songs very much. Although he is tone-deficient, he is an original painter himself, so he can probably understand the clutter of this living room. To be honest, his own workshop is also like this.

As the saying goes, art can be shared on a certain level, so artists must also understand each other... What the hell!

With so many things, he wants to find them!