Game Boss She Comes From Interstellar

"Didn't expect us to be so fast?" Zheng Caijun stepped forward and patted Zheng Zhiqian on the back, "If you don't trust me when I do things, hurry up and get rid of them all."

I'm afraid you are unreliable, Zheng Zhiqian complained in his heart, but his hands kept moving.

After the wind and snow stopped, I picked up pieces of glass and attached them to the sculpture.

While posting, Zheng Zhiqian told Zheng Caijun, "In this way, we can create a one-to-one sculpture."

The method was quite simple and labor-saving. Zheng Caijun shut up and the two of them pressed the glass against the sculpture in tacit agreement.

"I'm going to the palace, wait for my signal," An Ran said to Zheng Caijun, looking at the castle on the top of the mountain as bright as day. "If the word "An" appears in the sky, it's the best time for you to turn into a dragon and cast glass.

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Zheng Caijun was set as a fire dragon by the system, and it was with this identity that An Ran could think of a way to help Zheng Zhiqian complete his mission.

Zheng Caijun agreed without looking back, "Boss, be careful."

Afterwards, he climbed up to the sculpture with concentration and asked Zheng Zhiqian to return the glass to him.

Arriving under the towering wall of the palace, An Ran took out a scarecrow-shaped prop from his backpack, placed it on his chest, and walked in with a swagger.

The road was smooth, and even the patrol soldiers who walked face to face with An Ran did not stop her.

Ignoring An Ran as a ball of air, he just passed by.

The prop on An Ran's chest is to restrain her aura and hide her figure.

In this way, An Ran arrived at the door of the room that several people had seen during the day.

This time the door to the room did not open. An Ran reached over and pulled the handle down, but it did not move at all.

The door is locked.

If it had been anyone else, the first reaction when the door was locked would have been to find the key, but Enron was different.

Perhaps because he and Zheng Caijun had known each other for a long time, An Ran pushed back, held another shape of prop in his hand, and kicked open the door with just one kick.

After the door opened, An Ran patted the wrinkles on his clothes and walked in without changing his expression.

Take off the black cloth covering the mirror and stand upright in front of the mirror.

But the strange thing is that there is no figure of An Ran in the mirror. The scene in front of the mirror is like a photo of Nuo Da, showing directly through An Ran the bed behind her.

But this didn't last long.

In the mirror, under An Ran's gaze, ripples began to appear in circles; the next second, a woman wearing a light gray dress and a black cloak appeared in the mirror.

All over his body, he has short black hair, which is exactly the same as An Ran's equipment.

Only the face in the mirror is different from An Ran.

The delicate and flawless cheeks and the tall bridge of the nose further accentuate the feminine temperament in the mirror. The slightly raised fox-shaped eyes at the outer corners of the eyes make people fall into her magnificent flame-like pupils.

I’ve seen her myself!

An Ran was shocked. The person in the mirror was the woman who always appeared in her dreams.

An Ran raised her hand to touch the mirror and found that the woman in the mirror was doing the same action as herself.

"I am you," the woman in the mirror said suddenly, taking advantage of An Ran's stunned look, she lightly opened her red lips.

Her pupils also became more red and attractive as she opened her mouth.

"You want to destroy the mirror, I guessed it right."

In front of the mirror, An Ran noticed that the woman no longer imitated her movements, but instead wanted to be in the same space as her, with her hands gently lifting her shoulders.

"Are you willing to destroy me?" The woman's face was close to An Ran's ear, "Otherwise, take me away and I can give you anything you want."

"Power, money, honor..."

Listening to the women's details, An Ran didn't feel cold about it.

The woman who talked a lot was also aware of it, but she seemed to have expected this situation.

He stretched his hand forward and put his weight completely on An Ran's back, "Tell me, which one is more important, Qiu Tong's mission or your memory?"

When the memory was mentioned, An Ran's pupils narrowed and he asked her in a calm tone, "What memory?"

An Ran's reaction was minimal, but it was still caught by the woman, and she laughed out loud.

"You forgot, I said, I am you, and you are me."

Touching away the tears from her laughter, the woman spoke with emotion, "What is the purpose of your coming here? I already know what you are thinking."

"And unlike me, you have lost all your previous memories. If you take this mirror away, I can restore your memory~"

The last note was extremely long, and the condition proposed by the woman was indeed a huge temptation.

Just when the woman thought An Ran would agree, An Ran got a little closer to the mirror.

"You said you are me, then you should know that it is difficult for me to consider it without full sincerity, right?" An Ran said.

The memory was indeed very tempting to her, but she did not believe that the woman in front of her would be so kind to tell her.

"Easy, you can ask me a few questions about your memory."

The woman was ecstatic, as long as An Ran took the mirror out, she would no longer have to take orders from the old woman Zhi.

Even though she is a queen.

No, it should be said that it was before.

"For example, why did you come to Abyss Games, or what was your previous occupation."

The woman pulled a stool from nowhere, crossed her legs and relaxedly talked about her memories with An Ran.

"No," An Ran rejected her and added when the woman paused, "I'm in a hurry."

"Yes, I'm in a hurry." The woman peeked into An Ran's plan and nodded in agreement with her statement.

But she never thought that while she was dazed, An Ran took out a hammer from her backpack and raised it high.

The object is the mirror where she is.

The woman suddenly panicked, "Don't you want to remember? If you smash the mirror, not only will I disappear, but you will never know what happened to you before."

"And your dear Li Shen, why is he so kind to you?"

"I said," An Ran said this sentence imitating a woman's tone, "I'm in a hurry."

Then, the hammer in his hand hit the mirror hard.

"No!" A shrill and shrill voice sounded, but this time it was no longer a woman's voice, but a hoarse and deep voice.

As the mirror shattered, black shadows came out and flew An Ran out of the window.

Fortunately, the cloak reached most of the lenses, and An Ran lifted up a corner of the cloak to shake the broken lenses.

She didn't expect that breaking the magic mirror would have such a big impact. An Ran rubbed her right shoulder because of the huge shock wave caused by breaking the mirror.

After the dull pain disappeared, An Ran walked out as if nothing was wrong among the many soldiers who came to check.

Before leaving, An Ran looked back among the crowd and saw the helplessness on the Duke's face and the old woman slumped on the ground...

After leaving the palace, An Ran did not return to the central square, nor did he send a signal to Zheng Caijun. Instead, he resisted the wine barrels that were rearranged in the alley and went all the way to the opera house where the copy was first entered.

After several trips back and forth, the opera house was surrounded by wine barrels. After this series of events, An Ran kicked open the back door and slipped in.

As she expected, all the staff in the theater were busy meeting the guests' requests, and they still had time to notice the people who slipped in through the back door.

Arriving at the dressing room smoothly, An Ran hid behind the shelves filled with various clothes.

He took off the clothes hanging on the rack and exposed his right eye. In addition to a few unfamiliar people in the dressing room, An Ran also saw Peggy and the woman he saw with only half makeup on.

But today, she took off all her clothes and simply wore a skirt woven from thick hemp rope.

"Don't be nervous," Peggy comforted the nervous and trembling dancers with concern, "I believe you won't make mistakes." "Also, let me tell you some good news. As long as you perform well, Pace promises that I will train you to become

The rising star of the opera house.”

After saying that, Peggy gave the woman a look and said, "Dear Pace, are you right?"

No wonder, An Ran was staring at Peggy and Pace in the corner. They turned out to be sisters, no wonder they looked so similar.

I don’t think it’s a rising star, right?

Glancing at the dancers who clearly remembered Peggy's words, An Ran snorted coldly. I was afraid that if they all survived tonight, would there be a tomorrow for the peace talks?

At this moment, an NPC walked in from outside. He was the one who pushed An Ran to the stage before.

I saw her opening the door and saying anxiously, "Two presidents, it's time for you to speak."

Before every performance, the president will go on stage to thank the guests for coming. This is often the case, but today, surprisingly, the president did not wait in advance.

She couldn't help but feel a little anxious, so she looked around for the two presidents backstage.

"Wipe your sweat," Pace pulled out a piece of paper from the dressing table and handed it to her, "I think it's time for us to go, so I wish you a safe stay, ladies."

After showing kind smiles to the dancers, Peggy and Pace walked out one after the other.

The NPC who came to them followed the instructions and wiped the face that had no sweat beads a few times, and put the tissue into the trash can.

I thought the npc would leave, but then I thought she looked at the ground, picked up the broom, and muttered while sweeping, "I only used a piece of paper, why are there so many scraps of paper on the ground?"

"You must sweep it away quickly, otherwise you will be scolded..."

The npc muttered to himself, raising thick dust particles and choking the few people left in the dressing room to cough.

An Ran couldn't contain this NPC, so she turned around and knocked her unconscious under the surprised eyes of several dancers.

And regardless of other people's eyes, he pulled off the cloth strips and tied the NPC's hands and feet tightly.

This wave of operations directly frightened several people.

But soon, someone reacted and asked weakly, "Player?"

"Are you a player?"

"I am," An Ran nodded, picked up the NPC and walked into the place where he had just hidden.

After hearing An Ran's reply, she was ecstatic, and a kind smile appeared on her nervous face, "I am also a player, my name is Ling Ling."

"Me, me too."

Several people rushed to say their names and looked at An Ran.

They all prayed silently in their hearts, hoping that An Ran would be a big boss.

A different voice came out, and An Ran turned their respective figures to each other's faces, "Are you all players?"