Gosh, hearing the voice right beside him, Fang Ran was startled for a moment before looking toward a patch of grass next to him.
As he saw the appearance of the newcomer, Fang Ran was instantly amazed!
He saw that this buddy beside him was far more professionally hidden than he was, with a circle of branches tied around his head, a dark green backpack that perfectly blended into the grass, and then operating a telescope to vigilantly watch the surroundings for any sign of movement, and Fang Ran had no doubt that the moment anyone started fighting nearby, this guy would immediately run away.
Moreover, speaking of this guy in a dark robe, isn't this the buddy who sat opposite him, the Ancient Monk Moke!?
Upon hearing the Ancient Monk Moke's words, Fang Ran's eyes instantly lit up!
"Hearing that, could it be that you're also hiding, buddy?"
"Of course, without hiding, how can you win!"
The Ancient Monk Moke said with a righteous expression, as if swearing an oath.
"A kindred spirit!"
Fang Ran exclaimed with emotion, then quickly joined in, crouching in the grass without a single flaw, staying completely still and helping the Ancient Monk Moke keep watch on the rear.
The two men tacitly formed a unified front.
"Bro, your concealment is not bad!"
Looking at Fang Ran's professional, cowardly hiding movements, the Ancient Monk Moke said with a look of admiration.
"You flatter me, you flatter me! Anyway, I've hidden through hundreds of matches."
Fang Ran looked smug but pretended to be modest, sharing a feeling of meeting too late with the Ancient Monk Moke, and then with tacit understanding, they stayed vigilant of the surroundings in the grass, hiding together.
Ling: "."
There was actually another oddball like this hiding coward Fang Ran?
Upon entering the scenario, instead of thinking about how to hunt targets to strengthen their strength, they just found a patch of grass to hide in, planning to hide until the end of time, this...
He's completely hopeless, right?
"Speaking of which, little bro, where are you from, and how did you get in?" The Ancient Monk Moke asked in a familiar manner, scanning the surroundings with his telescope while not forgetting to chat with Fang Ran.
"I'm from Luocheng, inexplicably dragged in, but how can a peace-loving person like me engage in killing? Safety first, of course!" Fang Ran said as a matter of course, then feeling that just hiding like this wasn't very safe, he pulled out a bunch of more branches to block over his head, completely ignoring the sea of green on top of his head.
"That's right, I think so too. This damn Night Battle is practically life-threatening, with life-or-death crises at every turn, fighting heaven and earth by throwing arms and legs. Why don't those hot-blooded Night Battle Participants consider the thoughts of peace-lovers like us?"
The Ancient Monk Moke puffed out his chest, questioning the world with heartbroken grief.
"Exactly, exactly!" Fang Ran nodded like a chick pecking at rice.
The brainwaves of the two men instantly reached a consensus on a certain magical topic channel.
Ling: "."
"Eh? Big bro? Why aren't there any monsters outside?" Fang Ran secretly poked a hole and peered hard outward.
"I'm wondering about that too, I heard this scenario has a lot of monsters!" The Ancient Monk Moke looked baffled.
"This scenario will not spawn targets in the first hour."
Suddenly, a power bank floated above the two of them, and a loli voice spoke faintly.
The seemingly normal patch of grass fell silent for a second.
Then two figures instantly jumped out, pretending as if nothing had happened, and looked around the surroundings.
"Sigh, seriously, it's just that they haven't appeared yet; otherwise, with my strength, I'd really trash a whole bunch of them." Brother Moke crossed his arms, looking incomparably confident, which would be even more convincing if he could take the branches off his head.
"That's right, I think with my cool strength, dealing with those E-Rank trash won't be any problem at all." Fang Ran awkwardly removed the sea of green from the top of his head and said, puffing out his chest.
Then the two smiled at each other, both feeling that the other got along very well with him.
Ling quietly watched these two mentally disabled people, watching these two E-Rank pieces of trash acting cool.
"Forgot to introduce myself, Meng Lang, don't mind it."
"No worries, big bro, what's there to mind about a late introduction? My name is Fang Ran." Fang Ran gave a thumbs-up and said nonchalantly.
"Ahem,"
Brother Moke looked awkward: "I mean my name is Meng Lang."
"Uh..." Fang Ran was also awkward for a second, then immediately gave a thumbs-up: "Good name!"
Meng Lang took off his hood at that moment, revealing a simple T-shirt and pants under his dark robe, just as casual as Fang Ran, and his T-shirt even had a SpongeBob printed on it.
Are the two of you oversized children? How old are you to wear clothes like this out!!
Ling speechlessly looked at these two, one in Crayon Shin-chan and one in SpongeBob, looking exceptionally unusual in the night of the Night Battle, especially an eyesore.
"Wait, Fang Ran, what is that beside you..." Meng Lang was instantly shocked when he saw the floating power bank.
God, has it been so long since I came out that I'm out of touch with the times?
Xiaomi has even developed and invented a flying artificial intelligence power bank?
"Er, to be honest, this is my summoned beast." Fang Ran sighed and said with a straight face.
Slap!
Ling directly smacked Fang Ran in the face.
"This lady is not your summoned beast!"
"Pfft! But you clearly said—" Fang Ran said with a grievance, and then...
Slap!
She smacked him again.
It was better not to bring it up, but the mere mention of it made Ling angry. Remembering when she had just entered the vessel and casually said she wanted to gain his trust first, she truly regretted it now.
Seeing the metallic power bank directly and fiercely smack him in the face, Meng Lang also swallowed nervously.
My dear mother, this power bank is so fierce, and it calls itself this lady?
However, when this loli voice gets fierce, it also sounds quite cute, guhehe.
Meng Lang thought with a lewd expression, and if Ling were to find out, his nose bridge probably wouldn't survive.
"If you don't want to experience the feeling of kicking the bucket in this scenario, then hurry up and get moving to occupy a good spot!!"
Ling's roar echoed in the ears of Fang Ran and Meng Lang, scaring the two of them into obediently rolling toward the city center.
"Speaking of which, little bro, shouldn't we go to places like the police station to get a couple of handguns to hold down the fort in an apocalypse-like scenario like this?" Meng Lang looked at Fang Ran, who was leading the way with full confidence, and couldn't help asking.
"Big bro, relax, who are we?" Fang Ran retorted, then raised his voice and spoke confidently: "We are Night Battle Participants! Who needs trashy things like handguns."
"Mhm mhm, little bro, you make sense." Meng Lang nodded as if it were a serious matter.
Ling floated at the very back, and upon hearing Fang Ran's words, she gave an internal hum and nodded slightly, figuring he still had some self-awareness.
Then she heard Fang Ran's next sentence.
"The main thing is that there's no one in this city right now!! No one!! Can you resist the temptation of taking whatever you want from the supermarket!?"
"Gosh!!"
Meng Lang was shocked. That's right, why didn't I think of that!
Ling felt a tightness in her chest. She really had overestimated this guy just now.
"Besides, I bet other Night Battle Participants definitely didn't think of it." Fang Ran said with incomparable confidence, observing the map at the bus stop—Shencheng?—and then started targeting the city's largest Department Store!
Right, not a single other Night Battle Participant is a poor loser like you.
"Gosh! Free things like this, definitely call me in the future." Meng Lang looked expectant, his eyes starting to glow just like Fang Ran's.
Sigh, fine, there's another one.
Ten minutes later.
"Damn, big bro, this bottle of Telunsu is mine!"
"Screw you! You drank all the previous ones, how is this bottle not saved for me!"
As soon as they entered the entrance of the department store, the poor losers were instantly attracted by the Telunsu they usually couldn't afford to drink. After going through something otaku always wanted to try—washing their faces with milk—the two started fighting over the last few boxes of Telunsu, exposing the ugliness of human nature without a doubt.
"Sigh, there's more over there." Ling sighed powerlessly, feeling embarrassed for these two poor losers.
"Big bro, you're already middle-aged, you should take this bottle of Telunsu to nourish yourself."
"No, no, little bro, looking at how frail you are, you should drink it to make up your calcium, plus big bro is only 25 this year, far from middle-aged."
Ling sighed, suddenly feeling that bringing this guy Fang Ran in was truly a wrong decision.
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