Chapter 111 "You know Li Miao!?"

Chapter 111 "You know Li Miao!?"

Huang Ying got angry, crossed her arms, pouted, and walked around and around the circular corridor in the painting area.

She just kept walking without paying attention to her surroundings.

Yang Hui followed behind her, picking up one commemorative ticket after another.

A quick count revealed that, including the rewards from the random task, there were about thirty cards.

Yang Hui unfolded the commemorative ticket into a fan shape and handed it to her. His mission this time was not to gain experience points, but to protect the two of them so they could successfully pass the level.

If it weren't for him, Huang Ying and Huang Cen would both have fallen into the well.

Therefore, for this kind of treasure-hunting game instance, he might as well give all the commemorative tickets to the two people and let the protected objects have some fun.

"for you."

Huang Ying was a little unhappy at this moment.

She snorted and said, "What would I need yours for? When I finally throw it all in, most of it ends up being yours. It feels good, but I'm just not happy!"

"Just have a quick thrill, don't be a perfectionist, that's all! A lot of people want to have fun but don't know how."

Yang Hui had no idea what outrageous things he was saying.

Huang Ying glared at him fiercely and asked, "What did you say?!"

"Um, I mean—a lot of people can't get in. This place is so big, it's obviously a large-scale game instance prepared for a lot of people."

Huang Ying proudly said, "That's right! Our Huang family spent a lot of money to bid for this game instance. Father specially prepared it for us to use for upgrading. Originally, we didn't need you. Keep the commemorative ticket you have. Consider it a gift from me."

Indeed, the random task just now caused Yang Hui's experience bar to drop significantly again.

The game area is very large, covering the entire art museum, and the type is more like a multiplayer treasure hunt and collection game.

Yang Hui felt that accommodating about twenty people should not be a problem. In that case, a situation would arise where everyone would fight each other, and ultimately, the winner would most likely take all.

Now, this game instance is exclusively for the three of them. Yang Hui felt that in the end, they might not be able to find all the commemorative tickets.

"Let's get started."

Huang Ying took a few steps to the side and said, "Don't get so close to me! Don't think I won't hit you just because you're handsome and have a good presence! You just practically trampled on the dignity of a poor, vulnerable girl!"

Yang Hui scratched his head and asked, "Is it that serious?"

Huang Ying stopped in front of a landscape painting, turned around and shouted, "Of course! Don't judge me by my appearance; this is my aesthetic and hobby! Don't look at me with worldly eyes!"

"You're just a bodyguard I hired for 40!"

[Random quest triggered: When the sun rises, I climb the hill! When I reach the top, I want to sing! Couples with conflict should enjoy a pleasant hike!]

"Climbing mountains? What mountains are you talking about?"

Yang Hui had the same question, until the two of them looked at each other and slowly turned their heads toward the landscape painting between them.

From a distance, it looked like a window, but upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a mountain path with a narrow dirt track surrounded by tall grass. The grass blades were highlighted with bright white, making them appear unusually sharp.

The painter's brushstrokes are bold, and the paint is applied thickly; in the foreground, the grassy slope reveals the base color of ochre and earthy yellow.

There is a strange rock on the mountaintop, standing there with only a pebble supporting it at the bottom, maintaining an eerie balance. It seems like it might roll down at any moment, and anyone who sees it will feel anxious.

The label next to it reads: "Yellowstone Hillside", oil on canvas.

suddenly!

A suction force emanated from the painting.

Yang Hui's vision went black for a moment, and when he came to his senses, he was already standing on the loess slope.

A scent of earth and grass wafted towards me.

He reached out and scooped up some grass beside his legs; the texture felt somewhat real.

Looking up, a round, orange sun hung in the sky, but it wasn't dazzling, nor did it feel warm on my skin.

This confirmed to Yang Hui that he had entered the painting.

"Where am I?! What kind of stupid mission is this?!" Huang Ying grabbed a knee-high blade of grass by the roadside and yanked it hard.

"what!"

She gasped, opened her palm, and saw that the sharp blades of grass had cut a wound in her hand, drawing blood.

Huang Ying stomped her foot in anger and took out a bottle of dark brown medicine for repairing external injuries from her prop space.

She unscrewed the bottle cap and carefully poured some medicine onto the wound, just touching it.

Huang Ying's hands trembled violently as if she had been electrocuted, and the bottle in her hands flew out instantly, landing on the ground and spilling all the medicine.

When the medicine touched the wound, a sharp pain suddenly struck, causing her to clench her fists, caught off guard.

"They said it would sting, but I didn't expect it to hurt this much!"

Huang Ying opened her palm; the medicine hadn't even completely covered it yet, and most of the cut was still on her palm.

She went to look for the medicine bottle, picked it up, and saw that all the medicine inside had spilled on the ground.

"Damn it!" Huang Ying was on the verge of a mental breakdown. That was her only bottle of medicine for treating external injuries. If she used it sparingly, it could last for quite a while.

Huang Cen also has a bottle, but she doesn't know where she is or how to complete this random mission!

She gripped her wrist with her other hand, letting the blood drip down her fingers.

In the circle of rich second-generation kids in Beicheng, she didn't fit in. Her brother Huang Cen was alright; they just talked about things between men to build friendships. Oh right, and there was also his younger brother who was still in school.

In the circle of wealthy women, there is one person you can't ignore: Li Miao!

The second young lady of the Li family in Beicheng awakened the bloodline attribute "Dustless Land".

He is recognized as the strongest among all the rich second-generation in Beicheng, and he has always been a loner with a strong personality.

Huang Ying is also the second young lady of the Huang family. She would always unconsciously compare herself to Li Miao, and in the end, she always came to the same conclusion.

Fireflies vying with the bright moon! Overestimating their abilities!

Sometimes Huang Ying thought that she was really useless. Apart from being born into the Huang family and having a good birth, she didn't have to worry about daily necessities in this life. What else did she have left?

Now I can't even treat my own wounds properly.

She felt like crying; the unfamiliar environment bred fear, and the unknown mission brought uncertainty.

Snapped!

Huang Ying's wrist was gently pulled up, and she looked up.

Yang Hui stared intently at the wound, while taking out a small bottle filled with red liquid.

His gaze was unwavering, yet extremely aggressive, making Huang Ying blush slightly.

With focused attention and steady movements, he carefully applied the red liquid from the small glass bottle to the wound.

Yang Hui's throat bobbed; he was somewhat captivated by Huang Ying, or more precisely, attracted by the blood flowing from her hands.

He was trying hard to resist the urge to stick out his tongue and lick it.

If he really does that, he might end up being labeled a sexual harasser and pervert, ruining his reputation as a model citizen!

After applying the ointment, Yang Hui breathed a sigh of relief. Less than a minute had passed, yet it felt more tiring than fighting for half an hour straight.

"Um—thank you," Huang Ying said softly.

Yang Hui didn't pay any attention, assuming she was still her usual casual self: "It's nothing, the customer is always right."

"You should be healed by now, right?"

Huang Ying opened her palm and saw that, sure enough, the cut had healed, leaving only some fresh blood that had just flowed out.

"Here, wipe yourself off." Yang Hui casually handed over a handkerchief.

Huang Ying said softly, "Thank you."

She was about to wipe her hands when she noticed that the bottom corner of the handkerchief was embroidered with the character "妙" (miao).

Huang Ying looked up abruptly, her voice filled with disbelief, and even slightly distorted.

"You know Li Miao!?"

Meanwhile, in the circular corridor of the painting area.

A figure stands in front of an oil painting titled "From Up on Yellowstone".

One thing is for sure: he is definitely not Huang Cen!

He looked at the two people in the painting and grinned.

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