บท 157: The Sixth Game: All Things Grow 20

Noticing their strange behavior, all the "people" in the sixth-floor hall turned towards them.

Until someone said, "Because your hairstyle looks great today."

Everyone's hearts nearly leaped out of their chests. Who the hell was so bold as to flirt even with monsters?

Surprisingly, the woman in the black skirt froze for a moment, a hint of human-like confusion on her face.

Her stiff arm reached up to touch her hair. "Really?"

"Really," Wen Nannan nodded.

The woman's dry and sparse hair hung down by her ears, but the wavy shape and the hair clip about to fall off revealed the original intricate style.

"You got a seaweed perm, right? It's perfect for this hair length."

The woman in the black skirt gave a stiff smile and turned back to the hall. The crisis was temporarily averted.

Dozens of people breathed a sigh of relief and quickly left the floor.

In the stairwell, everyone crowded together. This time, they didn't go up immediately.