First Player

Chapter 1262 Chapter 1259·"And he came in the golden red."

[NPC (Xili) Favorability: 95 (Friendship Line)]

[Current Evaluation: Hard to tell grudges from grudges]

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"I'll be back at twelve." The door closed and Xili left.

Seeing this, Su Ming'an rubbed his lips: "Si... Que..." Si Que · Olivers will live as long as the sky...

He finished reading the long summoning words of the Fun Demon, but perhaps because the words were too stiff, the summoning failed. He changed the summoning method and called the name directly: "Ka... Sa, Dia..."

No movement.

There were only fluttering curtains in front of him, reflecting the blood-red sky outside the window.

… Fun Demon, you are useless.

I think about looking for Si Que every day, and now "Si Que" appears, but you don't show up when I call you.

Su Ming'an doesn't plan to escape from here for the time being. This should be the normal "Xili personal plot line". The amount of information in the hell plane is indeed more than that in the surface plane.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of the door opening.

He reluctantly tilted his head, and his pupils shrank slightly.

——A purple-haired young man who looked similar to him but was obviously different stood at the door with his arms folded. The young man was wearing a black suit-like outfit, without any decorative tails, and his outfit was very capable, with a teardrop mole at the corner of his eye. The look he gave Su Mingan was mixed with vigilance and inquiry.

"Si Que Olivers... nothing more than that." The purple-haired young man started to mock.

Su Mingan looked back indifferently. He recognized that this purple-haired young man was one of the six people at the beginning, who had been standing on the street lamp. His name was Qi Zhou, and it was the first time he had interacted with him.

"You look less than one-tenth of my appearance." Qi Zhou said.

"..." Su Mingan thought Qi Zhou was very angry and wanted to attack him personally, but it turned out that he was just talking about his appearance? This evaluation was really biased.

Qi Zhou stepped forward and patted Su Mingan on the shoulder. The next moment, Su Mingan felt that his ability to speak had recovered.

"I heard that you are a famous artist in Luowasha. What do you think?" Qi Zhou said.

"It's less than one tenth." Su Ming'an affirmed.

Qi Zhou nodded, seeming very satisfied.

"You are not as good as me." Su Ming'an said.

Qi Zhou was angry and stared at Su Ming'an for a while. It seemed that he couldn't find any words to refute. He patted Su Ming'an's shoulder again and turned away.

Su Ming'an was a little speechless. What did this person come here for? Just to compare looks?

After this little episode, Su Ming'an sat in a wheelchair with his eyes closed. He wanted to ask Si Que what was going on in his dream, but maybe he slept too much in the afternoon and had no sleepiness.

He flipped through the story he wrote, and a new drama memory lens appeared:

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[You get the drama memory lens·"Is it true that I am Si Que?\