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Chapter 427 Chapter 420 Five "The Legendary God"

"..."

Facing Su Lin, a guy with no modern common sense, Su Mingan really wanted to leave.

In fact, this so-called world culture exhibition is not interesting to him.

However, just as he was about to leave, this young man in modern attire, sweater, jeans and sneakers appeared.

It's only been two days since he was full of fights and calculations. When this legendary "god" reappeared, he was dressed so up to date with the times.

I don't know which clothing matching book Su Rin referred to.

"There is no shadow double. These people pretend to be me because they like me." Su Mingan explained.

"I see." Su Rin nodded, seeming to understand: "Is it a sacrificial ceremony?"

Su Mingan: "?"

...How could Su Rin's thinking jump to such an extent?
"This is a place similar to the Bright Temple in Praia." Su Lin said: "Reproduce the achievements of past heroes, or pretend to be the servants of God, and hold gatherings to encourage latecomers to become heroes." The new knights and soul hunters... When I was in Yunshang City, I saw residents of Praia hold similar sacrificial activities."

Su Mingan: "..."

Su Mingan: "You can understand it this way."

"That huge altar has a unique style." Su Rin looked at the stage where "The First Player and His Lighthouse Lover" was being performed: "The dance of these people is very ingenious, much more delicate than Praia's dance... ...The fabric of their clothes is also very unique, and the texture looks much better than the commoner clothes worn by residents, and it doesn't look like hemp..."

At this time, the two actors on the stage were singing together, and the story progressed to the scene where the "first player" and "Lighthouse" fought side by side in the copy.

The high-pitched background music sounded, and accompanied by the sound of swords, guns and swords, the actors who played the mobs of the dungeon fell to the ground in cooperation, and the scene looked extremely strange.

...It really looks like a sacrificial offering.

Su Rin seemed to be still observing carefully. His eyes swept across the face of the host by the stage, and his tone was inquiring: "It's a smart way to reappear the scene of the actor to harvest the power of faith in the hero. And... ...you actually have one of the precious sound transmission gems, and the material conditions seem to be really good. This music doesn't seem to be played by humans, what is the principle... long-distance sound transmission? Or energy fitting..."

"And." He continued to observe: "The food sold along the way has a lot of troublesome manufacturing processes and things that can't fill your stomach. It's too extravagant. Your world has developed so many kinds of food that can be eaten. , actually most of them only pay attention to the appearance, flashy snacks and snacks...

By the way, I saw that there is also a drink called 'milk tea', which seems to be very popular. I see that almost every young man has a glass of it.Does this liquid have any additions to your body functions?Or can it quickly replenish the daily consumption of the human body?
...And your age structure, in this kind of sacrificial place that should be mainly middle-aged and elderly, all I see are young people and children..."

It's like a god descending to earth to inspect the world.

Su Lin observed the scene of the manga exhibition, talking about outrageous observations that were completely irrelevant to reality.

Su Mingan already wanted to leave.

He just turned around and wanted to move his legs, but suddenly heard Su Rin's sigh behind him.

The sigh was very slight, not overly heavy emotion, more of a sense of loss.

Su Mingan turned his head.

Su Lin was putting his hands in his pockets, raising his head, observing the colored light shining from the top of the venue, the light shining on his young face, he seemed to be studying the architectural structure here.

"However, although the material conditions are very good, in my opinion, this world is also very ordinary." Su Rin said.

"Really?" Su Mingan turned around and looked at him: "This kind of world where there is no war, direct harm is prohibited, and the material conditions are superior, isn't it what you dream of? These people have rich living conditions, and they all live very happily , the smiles on their faces are much more than the residents of Praia."

Su Rin's eyes slowly slid across the smiling faces of passers-by.

He bowed his head, straightened his very trendy alphabet sweater, and stuffed the turned-out long sleeves into the sweater sleeves, with a little effort.

He seems to have only just gotten used to this way of dressing, with the sleeves and collar unfinished.He even wore a sweater with a white shirt, I don't know what he thinks.

"Not necessarily." He lowered his head and said, "The souls of people in your world... are too monotonous in my eyes, and almost everyone has a rotten smell. This is an overabundant resource, and Spillover results of living too low pressure. They... are nothing like the people in Praia, which I love."

"Really? Then..." Su Mingan's voice stopped.

He suddenly noticed that people around him gradually began to stop.

Perhaps attracted by these two "cosers who are almost perfectly restored", more and more people approached this side actively, and they even called for friends and companions, forming a trend of encirclement.

"Chat in another place." Su Mingan immediately put on the demon fox mask.

Su Rin glanced at the passerby who seemed to be taking pictures of him: "Strange."

He glanced at the group of players who were about to move, and some even wanted to take a group photo with them: "They don't seem to be afraid of me?"

He felt very novel.

The fear of power and power has almost become the nature of Praia people. In the past, when his heirs went to Praia, even if they wore a mask, they were faced with eyes of fear or reverence. No one has ever been so... …so boldly, so blatantly looked him straight in the face.

However, for this group of people, their joy was not contained at all, and it was very obvious, as if they were not afraid that it would cause disaster.

... Are the people cultivated in a world without struggle so naive?

"No, I think the more important reason is that they thought we were both fake..." Su Mingan said simply.

Su Rin is different from him.

He was able to restrain his momentum, but Su Lin didn't mean that at all.Su Lin stood here, like a gleaming high-explosive bomb, sending signals to people around him at all times, "I am Su Lin, come to me!".

Although people must think that this is a very similar coser, after a long time, it is inevitable that some adventure players will notice that the momentum is not right.

"These people don't even know the basics of breath perception, and they still mistakenly recognize the strongest in the world?" Su Lin said to himself: "The vigilance of people in this world is really low to a pathetic level."

Su Mingan didn't care what Su Rin was talking nonsense, and immediately pulled him away from here.

As for Noel and his like who are still playing around, don't worry about it. They can go wherever they like now, and the three of them can play together. Now the key is to deal with this dangerous person in front of them.

He quickly dragged Su Lin to a corner without a booth.

Su Lin didn't resist, and was pulled over directly. From the strength difference, Su Mingan couldn't detect the opponent's value.

"How did you find me?" Su Mingan asked.

There are so many cosplayers, among them there are many who are more real than him, but Su Rin found them with such certainty.

"I put a tracking program on you." Su Rin said.

Su Mingan heard something wrong: "Tracking program? Your strength has not been cleared?"

He thought that after this kind of npc became a player, its combat power should be reduced a bit.

"It's not empty, it's just returning to the original point." Su Lin said: "After leaving Yunshang City, I lost my identity as a god, and all the power belonging to the gods and sea monsters was taken away...Of course, these are all because of you."

He was still arranging his troublesome sleeves, and he looked over with a somewhat accusing look in his eyes.

Su Mingan made a preliminary judgment.

In this way, Su Rin's strength is definitely not as outrageous as before. It should be Su Rin's own strength when he boarded Yunshang City 60 years ago.

He had seen the combat power ranking list before, and there was no Su Rin's name on it. It may be that such players who joined in the middle were not counted, otherwise Su Rin's combat power might soar all the way, and Edward and his ilk would be trampled underfoot.

But it's true that Su Rin's identity is a player.

I just don't know whether Su Lin, a player who didn't appear on the leaderboard in the Eighth World, will join it as a member of the "Top [-] Players"...

correct.

Su Mingan's mind flashed a bright light.

... If he can lure Su Lin into his scope of cooperation here, the competition in the Eighth World will definitely go much smoother.

No matter what Su Rin's strength is, experience and wisdom are first-class. If it becomes his help, it should be very helpful for him to pass the level...

"Su Ming'an." Su Rin stared at him, and said abruptly, "Are you planning your strategy rhetoric again?"

Su Mingan's thoughts were interrupted.

"Almost forgot." He regretted deeply: "This set doesn't work for you."

If it wasn't for Red Rose to forcefully break the situation, he really wouldn't be able to convince Su Rin just by talking.

However, while Su Mingan was still thinking, Su Rin nodded directly.

"If you want to cooperate with me, I agree." Su Lin said: "I have a preliminary understanding of the rules of this world and the tasks of your so-called 'players' in the past two days. According to the collected information, You are the strongest among the 'players', and it is beneficial to me to cooperate with you."

Su Mingan blinked, he didn't expect Su Rin to agree so easily.

Su Rin stretched out a finger, as if to emphasize: "Of course, my only request is that you don't lie to me, not a single sentence. I don't trust guys who lie to my companions."

"Well, you're right. Guys who lie to their companions are too hateful." Su Mingan said, "For example, 60 years ago, in Yunshang City, the young captain who lied to his companions..."

"stop!"

Su Rin's calm expression rarely showed a crack.

He stretched out his hand and aimed his palm at Su Ming'an, as if he wanted to do something, but after realizing the rule that no direct attack was allowed, he retracted the hand that put a squib.

At this time, Su Rin realized that the young man in front of him, who was only in his twenties, also knew him quite well. The other party had read all the memory stones left by him, which meant he knew all the key information about him.

If he puts on airs again, the first player may reveal his first love history.

In fact, Su Mingan is already thinking about whether to expose Su Rin's first love history in person, and let this person do a good job.

For this kind of person who has been a god for more than 60 years, has a good nature, but insists on putting on airs, exposing the other party's dark history is a good choice.

Both sides are existences standing at the pinnacle of their respective worlds, and no one is more humble.

Even if the person in front of him is Su Lin who has been a god for more than 60 years and is several generations older than him, Su Mingan has no intention of bowing his head.

In this regard, he will not back down.

In front of him, Su Rin finally adjusted his sleeves.

He straightened his wrinkled sweater, and his eyes returned to indifference.

"Then I'm leaving." Su Rin said, "I heard that today is your 19th birthday...you are so young."

The end of his words rose slightly, and the meaning of what he said was unclear.

Su Lin came here on purpose, it seemed that he was just for the purpose of forming an alliance, and his purpose coincided with that of Su Mingan.

"...Goodbye?" Su Mingan waved his hand.

At this time, Noel and others who had been wandering around finally noticed the movement here, they hurriedly put on their masks and rushed over.

"This guy... why is he here..." Lin Yin was shocked.

She immediately recognized Su Lin, who was wearing a sweater and looked like a graduate student who had just come out of an ivory tower.

She is very clear in her heart that this seemingly ordinary young man has been revered as a legendary "god" by generations of residents of Praia in the past 60 years.

The way of thinking of gods is completely different from that of ordinary players. Their growth environment, experience, experience, and three views are completely two worlds.There are fundamental differences in perspectives and positions.

"Now he is considered a teammate." Su Mingan said.

"For the time being, it doesn't count." Su Lin immediately dismantled the stage.

After correcting a sentence, he stopped looking at these people and immediately turned and left.

Some passers-by with cameras next to him thought it was a cosplayer, and immediately wanted to come up to take pictures, but were scared off by Su Rin's light eyes.

"Su Lin." Su Mingan called out from behind.

Su Rin didn't look back, just put his hands in his pockets.

His figure stood quietly by the door of the venue, ready to step out at any time, and his standing posture looked a bit lonely.

He left the homeland he loved and was forced to come to this completely foreign world to him.

Separated from his lover, the environment has changed drastically, and he is still in the confusion of the unknown.

However, his self-esteem as a world leader would not allow him to ask others for help.

"What's wrong?" He asked lightly.

Su Ming'an also spoke very lightly, pointing to Su Rin's exposed corner of his clothes: "Your shirt is not tucked properly."

"..." Su Rin's hand touched the bottom of the sweater, and accurately grabbed the white shirt that had slipped out from a corner.

His body froze, he quickly stuffed the shirt in, and quickly left the sight of several people.

The sun hanging down elongated his form, and he swept through the crowd like a gust of wind.

His thin figure gradually disappeared, disappearing into the converging sea of ​​people.

(End of this chapter)