[MTL, BL] My Cards Are Perfect (Unlimited)

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"I'm barely holding my breath now." Si Shui sat directly next to him and handed the box in his hand to Su Mingxuan, "This is the prop we got in that dungeon, and Qingyu explained that I must deliver it as soon as possible. In your hand."

Su Mingxuan's hand was stuffed into the box by the other party, he turned his head and 'looked' over, and he was about to say something.

"Listen to me first..." Sishui was talking very difficultly, he was about to pause for a few words, and took a breath, "That is an S-level copy, I normally enter through the copy token. "Yes ."

"But sunny and rainy is not."

At that time, he and other players were trapped in a valley, the valley shrouded in fog could not find a way out, and the players who disappeared every once in a while made them panic. doubt each other.

At this moment, Qingyu appeared, and she carried her sword and descended from the sky, directly blowing away the surrounding fog.

"I asked her..." Sishui looked at the box in Su Mingxuan's hand.

——"When did you come in?"

After Qingyu appeared, Sishui went with her. Because of the particularity of this dungeon, they only found one dungeon token, and Qingyu was not in the team when they entered the dungeon.

"Me?" Qingyu polished her sword, "I just came in."

"What the fortuneteller gave me, let me in."

...

"Fortuneteller?" Su Mingxuan was stunned when he heard the word.

He didn't expect that about the death of Qingyu, there was also a fortune-teller's share in it.

Sishui affirmed: "Yes, fortune-teller."

Qingyu did not explain that she entered the dungeon through a divine method, but it was definitely not a normal dungeon token. Instead, she entered the dungeon through a dungeon token, all at the same time, no There is a time difference.

"She said she went into this copy for a prop."

He looked at the box in a complicated way. The box was unremarkable. On the surface, it was just an ordinary wooden box. It was so simple that it didn't even have a pattern.

"It's the one in your hand."

"We," he said in a low volume, his voice trembling, obviously enduring something, "We met someone later..."

Su Mingxuan asked softly: " Who?"

"—Blacksmith."

Blacksmith, like Qingyu, entered the dungeon through abnormal means.

Just when they collected a lot of clues and were about to approach the truth and reach the end of the mission, the blacksmith appeared in front of them.

The other party no longer had Sishui's impression of him in the past, and the person who had no spirit in the first place was even more gloomy, his face was dark, and his eyes were fixed on Qingyu, as if she had killed his relatives.

"They're fighting."

Sishui never thought that blacksmiths other than 100 would be indistinguishable from the third place. He couldn't even get in, he could only watch the two of them fight as they went away . .

When searching for their traces in Surabaya, Qingyu returned with a wound and handed the box to him.

"I don't know what happened between them, but when Haruyu came back, it was the end of the shot." Surabaya recalled the scene at that time. The third place Haruyu, who he couldn't defeat, was on the verge of death after the battle with the blacksmith.