The day Baitao was dragged into the horror game, she was still stained with boba milk tea coconut kernels.
The system countdown was jumping, and she took a look first——
Then the ghost came.
She didn't scream, but asked for WeChat ID first.
The rules say: Only by scaring the player can the level be passed. She ordered a cup of milk tea for the female ghost and asked the ghost king if he wanted to add pearls.
The Ghost King's ears turned red. The system crashed. The planner himself was trapped in the game, with a "this is wrong" look on his face.
Baitao thinks it's quite right: for horror, someone has to be responsible for scaring people; for love, she doesn't seem to have to take the initiative——
The BOSS will come over to her, get jealous, and ask her "Why aren't you afraid?"
She is afraid.
But she was more afraid that the milk tea would get cold.
As for customs clearance?
She said, who said you have to fight monsters to...
The next words were choked in the throat by another S-level BOSS.
