The strong wind blew across the ground, and dust mixed with dead leaves flew towards each other, making the eyes itchy.

The strongest supermodel in history quickly withdrew his gaze, as if he had seen nothing. He raised his hand unnaturally and rubbed his eyes. His throat, which was somewhat dry by the wind, made a harsh sound: "The little cuckold's home is on the other end of the forest, let's hurry over..."

The fat man twisted his neck stiffly and nodded without objection.

The two of them raised their feet in unison and continued to walk forward.

The crescent moon hung high above the head, as if it hadn't moved for a long time. The curved curve was like a mouth that was open, mocking the person below sarcastically.

The sound of the wind travels through the forest, and the "swinging" sounds above the head in the darkness, as if it is acclaiming why people applaud.

It's like a buzzing stage play being released.

Some people were grinning, and some were applauding.

Only the characters in it can truly feel the malice that penetrates the bone marrow.

And at this time there are only three characters here.

A weak fat man.

A weak supermodel may not be a real supermodel.

There was also Elizabeth, who hid among the lush leaves, and showed an eye, staring at the two of them.

The fat men and the other guys wrapped their wolves tightly and almost wrapped them up, as if they could isolate the malicious sight that was close to them.

It seems that I can only find the cuckold and her grandfather first...

The fat man was thinking while walking through the forest quickly. The little cuckold's residence was still far away from them.

Is there no other way?

Could it be that they could only be watched by Elizabeth and do their jobs according to her will?

The cold wind in the dark night made the fat man's head very clear. He walked forward and turned his head quickly, but he couldn't think of any other way.

Only one step to see...

Having said that, the mission is to escape from Fairy Tale City. Although they have no clue now, maybe they can look for clues on the way to the Cuckold's house?

Maybe there is a way to leave the Fairy Tale City in the forest?

Although they still don’t know how big the fairy tale city is.

At this time, although it was midnight, there were still people coming and going on the streets in the royal city.

The lights in the shops on the street have been turned on, and the transparent glass windows are shining brightly. The pastries just baked inside reveal an attractive color. A little strawberry jam flows out from it. Although you can't smell the smell through the window, you can imagine the aroma of the warm food when looking at the crispy pastries.

At this time, a little girl was lying in front of the window, staring at the pastries that looked just out of the oven.

The little girl's left arm was snuggling a basket, as if she couldn't afford the cloth covering the basket, so she had to let the goods inside be exposed.

There are only three lighters inside.

A gold lighter.

A silver lighter.

There is also a box of lighters that look no different from normal lighters.

It seems that she hasn't sold a single item.

There was a piece of cloth at the bottom of the basket, as if afraid that the only goods would fall from the gap below.

She was ragged, and even a piece of cloth was rubbed off from her knees. It was dirty, and the ragged steps would sway as the wind blew.

There was a little girl moving together with the rag. She would shrank hard for a while every gust of wind blew, but her eyes never left the window, as if the fragrant pastries behind the cold glass could bring her warmth.

People coming and going around.

The lady holding the dog in her arms, walked to a cake shop next to her, and then came out with her head raised.

A man with shiny leather shoes almost reflective came to the door of a restaurant.

The two door kids bent down eagerly to open the door, repeating what they did to the previous guest, and their movements were not bad at all, as if they were just two robots that specifically opened the door.

No one seemed to notice the little girl in rags.

At this time, a person who was out of touch with the atmosphere of the others on the street suddenly appeared.

She wore a plaid skirt that was inconvenient to move, her hair was loosely draped behind her, and a pair of flat women's leather shoes under her feet were stomping on the blue brick floor, making a creaking sound.

Her outfit is a bit special.

It's a little different from other people on the street.

Because this is a player.

Someone looked at her curiously, but there were only a few people. Most of them were not very concerned about the strange-dressed woman who appeared on the streets of Italy. They were still serious about the author's own affairs.

007 looked at the crowds coming and going on the street and breathed a sigh of relief.

Just at night, she was still wandering in the forest.

As soon as she entered the dungeon, she was arranged to the forest and could not transfer it anyway. Players could be frozen to death in the dungeon. Her friend tried this.

The temperature tonight is not very ideal. You will definitely be frozen to death when wearing a plaid skirt outside.

But not long after the sky was completely dark, she saw a small wooden house from afar, a small wooden house in the forest.

A warm light is revealed in the windows of the wooden house. Although there are concerns, the primary premise is to ensure that you are not frozen to death.

She had no choice but to slowly approach the wooden house in the forest.

007 was very careful and did not directly ask if there was anyone inside. Instead, he cleverly put his ear on the door panel, wanting to hear the movement inside.

Of course she heard a terrible voice.

The screams of women, the screams of men, and... the sound of chainsaws?

007 made a quick decision and ran wildly in the opposite direction before he could get weak.

Fortunately, her luck was pretty good, so she actually rushed all the way to the town.

But something strange was that she just saw a group of people at the junction of the forest and the village. There was nothing strange about the group of people, but the group of people were all wearing the same clothes. 007 did not take a closer look and ran here directly.

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The little girl who sells lighters? No, she sells lighters.

"Big sister." At this time, the little girl in front of the window seemed to have noticed 007 next to her, and had turned her head and looked at her carefully.

007 I remember this mission was to escape from the Fairy Tale City.

But she was completely confused about how to escape and what they should do.

Maybe they want to help the game NPC and get clues?

The little girl in front of her should be considered an important NPC, right?

007 thought about it and bent down slightly and smiled: "Is there anything I need help with? Little sister."

This child is less than 007's waist and looks only seven or eight years old.

007 seems to like children very much, and even reached out to take the opportunity to rub the little girl's head twice while talking.

The little girl obviously didn't expect her head to be treated like this, and she couldn't help but blush and then said politely: "Big sister, do you want to buy a box of lighters? Maybe you can see what you want in the light of the lighter."

As she said, she lifted the basket in her hand very hard, as if she wanted the guests to see clearly what was in the basket.

Seeing what you want...isn't it just how to complete the copy task?

Unfortunately, although 007 wants to complete this task, she is poor and has no money.

Not to mention the currency in this dungeon, there are not even a few game coins. Her mortality rate in the dungeon is not high, so she didn't lose much. However, game coins are not enough to spend, at least it will not be able to be stored in a short period of time.

As if she saw her thoughts, the little girl stood on tiptoe and whispered: "Sister, there is a forest nearby. You can go there to pick up some dead branches and sell them. If you are lucky, you can pick up some other things..."

Is this a task assigned by NPC?

007 straightened up. Although there might be terrifying existence in that forest, she still had to go and couldn't give up the mission just because there was something terrifying there.

She pinched her head and felt a little headache, then turned her head and looked in the direction she was running.

She remembered that there seemed to be some dead branches at the junction of the forest and the village over there.

To buy a lighter, I have to pick up dead branches to sell it. It's really not cost-effective...

007 turned around and smiled at the little girl: "You wait here, I will change the money and continue to come back."

At this time, the little girl suddenly took a step forward and pulled the corner of her clothes: "Please wait a moment."

She said as she pulled out the cloth under her basket.

007 Only then did I see clearly that it was not a piece of cloth, but a ragged top.

"The villagers over there don't like outsiders to pick up things from their places, and they are all wearing the same clothes. Sister, if you wear this, they won't recognize you as an outsider."

The little girl raised her head and smiled at 007, smiling very brightly.

007 hesitated for a moment, then took the clothes and put them on her body. When she came from the forest, she did see many people wearing such clothes.

The little girl is right.
To be continued...