Game Invasion: The male and female protagonists are in love, but I am secretly stealing their homes

Chapter 1834

The first thing Qunshan Yantu thought of wasn't to answer, but to ask in return, "Why are you also concerned about this issue?"

"Don't you find it interesting?" Qunshan Xianchan turned around, her smile in the night carrying a hint of amusement. "Qunshan Xunge seems to care a lot about whether Xinghai Xunge is happy or not. It's obvious that Xinghai Xunge is quite hated. Even though I locked her up, players still came to assassinate her. But Qunshan Xunge still wants to test what kind of situation she wants to see."

After a moment of silence, Qunshan Yantu asked a question that seemed unrelated to the topic at first glance: "Don't you know what Qunshan Xunge's demon talent is?"

Qunshan Xianchan paused, realizing the other meaning behind Qunshan Yantu's words. She said, "The information about the Qunshan level has been removed from the player panel, and I can't detect it at all. Do you know what it is?"

"This is what Maple Syrup 'saw' using the demonic relic. It seems you missed the chat group message." A soundproof shield enveloped the two Fuzhi, and Qunshan Yantu explained, "Maple Syrup and Mist Blade's talents have both reached the Qunshan level. Did you know that the Qunshan level demonic talent has transcended the concept of divine gift and evolved into an ability?"

“I know that. I’ve seen their discussions. I also know that the Demon talent is likely related to a player’s obsession, personality, or talent.”

"That's right, the Demonic Talent of 'Searching for Songs in the Mountains' can be summed up in just two words: 'Side Story'."

"A 'side story'? What does that mean?"

"We specifically asked players who play the game, and the general meaning of this term is 'side story,' 'additional story,' or 'a side story outside the main plot.'"

Does it need any further explanation?

It was no longer needed for all the divine apostles of the tranquil mountains.

These words not only reveal the thoughts, feelings, and pain of Qunshan Xun Ge, but also demonstrate a sweeping, precise attack that strikes the heart of every clone.

After the two fragrant branches stared at each other silently for a few seconds, Qunshan Xianchan suddenly clutched her chest and complained, "So she doesn't need to be there or say a word to make me angry just by her abilities and information."

"...Have you ever considered that you care about her too much?"

"She's the one who always provokes me!"

"But only you would get angry over a single word from her; Fogblade never gets angry."

"That's because you didn't see it. Don't be fooled by her calm demeanor; her tail has already exploded. Next time they're talking, stand behind Mist Blade's tail and pay attention to her third tail."

"..."

"And maple syrup, didn't you notice? Every time I talk to Qunshan Xun Ge, she puffs on her pipe a lot more often!"

"..." I really don't understand what the cicada observes every day, and what's so funny about it...

3 AM on day 15 of the game.

The white dragon with ruby ​​horns continued to hover over "Midsummer," while the golden thunderstorm grew heavier and heavier, covering a third of "Midsummer" and even reaching the clock tower where Queque was.

The variety of weather patterns over there is decreasing, which suggests that Xingming Hai Xun Ge has begun to attempt to control the magical elements of other celestial races.

The mountains, though seemingly obscured by rain, had their fine weather ruined by the heavy hoods they wore to shield themselves from the rain.

"Are you ready?"

Queque knew who it was without even turning around. The voice of Qunshan Xunge was too unique, carrying a strong sense of oppression. Sometimes she even suspected that it was a kind of sound-based attack skill.

She could also sense the weather around the people behind her.

For the Celestial Race, whose mastery of magical elements is unparalleled, the aura of every living being can actually be matched with corresponding weather conditions.

For example, right now, Queque feels that there is hail and cold wind behind her, thick fog, and continuous rain.

Searching for Song, Fog Blade, Maple Syrup.

She glanced back and confirmed her judgment.

This is a little game that only Qunshan Queque knows about.

Even though the weather was always so bad for these people, she never tired of it, and each time she guessed correctly, it made her happy for a little while.