Chapter 411 The Evil Capitalist

Qin Zhizhi thinks of Nariye's childhood. It can be said that he has no childhood. His childhood was spent in beatings, fear, fear, and pain.

She kind of regrets mentioning it.

So I thought about changing the subject: "Sono, tell me about your game, do you have any equipment for sale? I see what equipment, clothes, etc. are available in other games."

Narino took a sip of water, "In addition to some hidden props that need to be discovered by players, there are also some props that must be equipped in the end of the world that need to be bought with money."

Qin Zhizhi became interested: "What's there?"

Narino: "Weapon or something."

Qin Zhizhi: "Is there a space bracelet like mine?"

Narino: "There are currently less than five such spatial things in the entire service area, and they are all hidden somewhere waiting for players to discover them. There is no such thing for sale in the prop store."

Qin Zhizhi snorted: "Everyone in doomsday novels will awaken their abilities, so will this one too?"

Narino nodded: "Yes, but it hasn't started yet."

Qin Zhizhi: "How to say?"

Narino: "This game has just entered the end of the world, and it will take a while for the supernatural power to appear."

Qin Zhizhi is more curious, if he dies at the end of the day and is forced to quit the game, will he have to start all over again if he logs in to the game again? As soon as she asked, Narito answered her.

Narito hooked his lips and smiled: "If you don't want to start over, players can buy resurrection pills in the mall."

Qin Zhizhi: "How much is one?"

Narino: "Ninety-nine."

Qin Zhizhi: "..."

Narino: "The doomsday world is a high-end game, and ninety-nine one resurrection pills are already the cheapest thing."

He didn't say that there are thousands or tens of thousands of props in the mall.

The two were chatting, and suddenly there were horrible screams from outside, police sirens, and all kinds of knocking and knocking on the door, shouting and crying, and all kinds of noises.

Qin Zhizhi forgot for a moment that this was still in the game, he stood up suddenly, with a serious expression: "What's going on outside?"

Narino looked at the time: "The end is coming."

Qin Zhizhi: "Oh yes, we are in the game, I thought we were still in the book."

Narino: "..."

Qin Zhizhi: "Then shall we go out now?"

Narino: "Don't worry."

Qin Zhizhi: "Oh, then I'll sleep for a while, I'm a little sleepy."

Narino: "Yeah."

Qin Zhizhi leaned against the shelf and closed her eyes. The little wolf dog was opposite her. The distance between the two was about one meter. Cheng Ye took a look and then looked away. His eyes were dark and dark, as if he was thinking about something.

"Xiaoye, mom is sorry for you, mom doesn't dare to resist him, I'm sorry..."

"Xiao Ye's mother will give you the money. You go to the Internet cafe today and don't come back at night. I will discuss divorce with him. If you are here, mother is afraid that he will get angry and beat you."

"Ono, I'm sorry..."

Narino suddenly opened his eyes, there was a trace of blood red in the dark pupils, he took a low breath, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. The hand hanging on the cardboard box beside him couldn't help but clenched tightly, his expression dark and gloomy.

Qin Zhizhi moved her body in a daze, her head fell off the shelf, half-closed her eyes and saw the little wolf dog opposite, her vicious eyes startled her, and she woke up from inside.

She rubbed her eyes, trying to take a closer look: "Xiaoye?"

Narito has already withdrawn his gaze, looked up and said, "Huh?"

Qin Zhizhi saw clearly that the young man had returned to his usual appearance, and thought he had made a mistake. He looked up at the window, and it seemed that the sky outside was about to light up, "Go out?"

Cheng Ye's eyes flickered slightly: "Yeah."