Hearing this, Gu Mian considered it seriously for a moment before answering a few minutes later, "I don't have friends."
Given Gu Mian's luck, anyone who befriended him rarely survived.
After most of his first batch of friends perished, no one wanted to befriend him anymore.
Chu Changge adjusted his glasses. "The people I mentioned earlier, plus us, make eight. If you bring the disc in, he can barely count as a ninth laborer."
As Chu Changge spoke, he glanced at the Fortune-teller's brother, who was huddled next to Gu Mian.
"But there's a problem now," the Fortune-teller coughed a few times. "This instance's name... er, is 'Princess Mianmian and her Seven Bootlicking Knights.' Is it related to the number of players who can enter the instance?"
She analyzed carefully, "If the number of players is really related to the instance name, then only seven people can enter?"
