Please Stop Pretending To Be a Cute Newcomer!

    The players picked up their luggage and boarded the car. The player who was scolding Shen Qingcheng just now was the fastest because he was behind the door closest to the car.

    The female player with the child was standing outside the crowd listening to the discussion, but was bumped by him when he passed by, and the child in his arms burst into tears.

     "Be good, baby, don't cry, don't cry." The female player patted the child on the back while coaxing in a low voice.

    The female player's luggage is also a woven bag, and there are not many things.

    She took a few steps, didn't know what to think, looked down at her child, and returned to a dead male player.

    She grabbed the handle of his suitcase.

    Shen Qingcheng took all the behavior of the female player into his eyes, and asked with interest, "You brought it for your child?"

    The female player was startled by the sudden sound, looked up and saw him, she was a little scared, but the hand holding the handle of the suitcase was a little tighter.

    Shen Qingcheng: "My name is Shen Meiren, what do you call me."

    The female player looks young and handsome, at most in her early twenties. She wore a single ponytail and replied, "My name is Lan Xiu'er."

    "Lan Xiu'er," Shen Qingcheng called out the name again, asked the previous question again, pointed to the suitcase in her hand with his chin, "brought it for your child?"

    Lan Xiuer nodded, "Well, the child is still young, I'm afraid I won't have enough clothes to replace."

    After saying that, as if afraid that he would ask anything, she hurriedly dragged her two luggages and left.

    Shen Qingcheng touched his face and asked Lu Qi, who came over, "I don't look like a bad person?"

    Lu Qi: "Yeah."

    Shen Qingcheng: "It sounds really perfunctory."

    The two were the last to get on the train. Fortunately, this time there was no real and fake "beauty", real and fake "Lu Qi".

    But.

    "I'm not leaving, I want to get off!" Shen Qingcheng said loudly after seeing the interior of the car.

    He is a man of action, and he will leave as soon as he wants to. Lu Qi is standing behind him, and he rams directly into Lu Qi's arms.

    Then Shen Qingcheng could only watch the car door close in front of him, "Bang", the voice was very loud.

    "!" He sucked in a breath, and he couldn't let it out.

    He slumped on the man's shoulder, his voice trembling, "Brother Lu, Lu, I'm afraid I can't live."

    The entire carriage, 60 seats, are all hard seats.

    All! Yes! hard! seat!

    No! Have! bed!

    How can his pampered body bear it?

    Thinking about Shen Qingcheng, he couldn't help but feel sad, sobbing sadly.

    Lu Qi: "..." He almost didn't hold back the smile at the corner of his mouth.

    "Can you not act?"

    Shen Qingcheng straightened his body angrily and gave him a stern look, "What is acting? I am sincerely expressing grief for my **** for the next seven days!"

    While speaking, the train started and moved forward.

    The ground in the carriage was a little unstable, Shen Qingcheng quickly stepped aside and asked Lu Qi to find a place to put things down.

    60 seats, 16 players.

    To be precise, there are only 15 players who have the right to subjectively choose, and there is a little baby who is sleeping soundly on his mother's chest.

    These 15 players sat scattered in the carriage, the first to get on the car occupied the front and rear seats, leaving Shen Qingcheng and the others only the middle seat.

    Alas, it doesn't make any difference to him whether it is front or back or left or right, and the seat in front won't be any softer.

    Alas, I am too difficult.

    Shen Qingcheng sighed again, just as he was about to pull some clothes out to make the seat softer, the terminal in his bag suddenly made a ding dong.

    Not only him, but the terminals of the 16 players in the entire carriage sounded a message prompt tone.

    As we all know, it is impossible for players to receive messages from friends in the dungeon, unless they form a team.

    But this time it is unlikely that all 16 players will be on the same team.

    Everyone opened the terminal to check the message in different moods.

    [Special dungeon "Death Route" clearance rules:]

    [1. The player closest to the door can get off the bus first to clear the customs after arriving at the terminal]

    [2. Player ranking will change once every evening, and the law of change is uncertain]

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    The game actually gave them a prompt for customs clearance?

    Shen Qingcheng stared at the third article for a long time, making sure that he read it correctly, he simply did not know what words to use to express his feelings.

    If you have to say it, Zhou Papi suddenly invites the whole village to eat running water?

    The third item should be the game's description of the dungeon ghost, good at camouflage and lurking, and likes to play with people's hearts.

    Shen Qingcheng saw this, and when he went down the stairs, a fake Lu Qi came to deceive me. Am I so easy to deceive?

    I even made a fake me to deceive Lu Qi, huh, if Lu Qi is good at deceiving, will it be your turn?

    Hey, what's wrong.

    Cough cough, Shen Qingcheng restrained his thoughts and asked the people next to him, "Are the special dungeons with such a bunch of rules?"

    Lu Qi: "The difficulty is."

    At this time, the rest of the players also read the news, and all the players who grabbed the front row were surprised.

    The front row means getting off the bus earlier!

    There were two players sitting in the first row, one on the left and one on the right, among them was the idiot who lost his luggage, who was familiar to Shen Qingcheng.

    This man was guarding his luggage, looking back nervously from time to time, for fear that someone would go up to grab his place.

    There are two seats left in the first row.

    The female player named Lan Xiuer was relatively close to the front row. She was afraid that the players would hurt the child in a fight, so she took her luggage to the back.

    Shen Qingcheng tilted his head and waved at her, "Hi, what a coincidence."

    Lan Xiuer pulled the corners of her mouth with difficulty, and showed an unnatural smile in response.

    Shen Qingcheng covered his mouth and lay on Lu Qi's shoulder, laughing twitchingly, and whispered, "She's too funny, I'm afraid I'll ignore me and laugh at me."

    He was smiling happily when the door between the 8th and 9th carriages suddenly opened with a creaking sound.

    A figure in an old-fashioned uniform hides in the darkness.

    He is tall, his head almost reaching the roof of the car. He is also very thin, and his worn uniform wears like thin bamboo poles over him.

    His white powder-coated face closed his eyes tightly, the bridge of his nose was so short that it blended into the whole face, leaving only two nostrils.

    A frosted voice came from the man's throat, "Welcome aboard... Harmony..."

    "Civilized rides...follow, obey...the crew's arrangements...begin..."

    "Now...start adjusting...seats..."

    The black shadow's pale face grinned, "Please...remember...from the station gate...to getting on the train...there are a few people...not companions..."

    The author has something to say:

    Shen Qingcheng: Brother Lu, my future **** is so painful (choked).

    Lu Qi: (still) I have no melons (indifferent) in the rain.