National Games: Zhongli at the beginning, the sense of security is full

The phone was returned to Paimon.

Because Jiang Yuan didn't want to recall those long-ago videos through the conversation between Paimeng and Zhang Daocheng.

Whether it’s making waves, blue lean shiitake mushrooms or grilled seitan.

More importantly, only he and Paimon know these jokes - not everything on Aquamarine is the same as his original homeland.

Just like some short-lived memes or jokes, they do not appear in this world like the game Genshin Impact.

From Jiang Yuan's point of view, it is easier to accept being told a weird rainbow fart or listening to Zhang Daocheng singing than hearing Paimeng mentioning jokes that others don't know but that have passed a long time for him. .

Paimeng's ideas are not very similar to Jiang Yuan's. She doesn't want to hear Zhang Daocheng's "sound of nature".

However, holding her mobile phone, she was no longer in the mood to chat with Zhang Daocheng, and continued to play with her mobile phone with her head down.

On the road that everyone was walking forward, Zhang Daocheng's singing voice was missing, and Paimeng's overjoyed laughter resounded again.

This time, what she played was not the video that Jiang Yuan had shown to his teammates.

Zhang Daocheng, who couldn't see any new content, had no choice but to continue looking for things to do.

For example, chatting with teammates.

With Paimon laughing from time to time, it was not convenient for Zhang Daocheng to talk to Jiang Yuan.

So he turned to chat with Ruan Jiang and Zhao Bingxia on the other side.

"Speaking of which, what kind of gods do you think will appear in this special secret realm?"

As long as he doesn't sing.

Zhao Bingxia, who also felt bored while moving forward, started talking to him: "Why do you think some god will appear this time?"

"Look," Zhang Daocheng pointed out the common points between the two previous special secret realms. "The first time we entered the special secret realm, we met the God of Elves and the God of Prophecy. Last time in the Mermaid Sea, we met the God of the Ocean. "

"Oh, by the way, in the first special secret realm, Phil was the future God of Fire. So, this time in the special secret realm, we must also meet some god!"

"Shouldn't we say the God of Fire and the God of the Sea?" Ruan Jiang thought about Zhang Daocheng's singing voice and felt that it was really rare for the other party to speak normally. "Why should I say the God of Fire and the God of the Ocean? It can't be just to make up the word count. !”

"Don't you think the format is consistent?"

"...That makes sense!" Ruan Jiang's brain circuitry was just like Zhang Daocheng's at some point. When he thought about it, he felt that what Zhang Daocheng said was right, "Then what should you say to the demon god you first met?"

"The God of Demonic Qi?"

"You've got a bad name, it sounds so bad!" Ruan Jiang complained mercilessly, "It's better to call him the God of Darkness. After all, the devilish energy is black."

"I think it's okay." Zhang Daocheng touched his chin and thought for two seconds before agreeing.

"..." Zhao Bingxia rolled her eyes.

Thinking of how often she rolled her eyes next to the two of them, she quickly took out a small mirror from her pocket and made sure that her eyes looked as bright and juicy as ever. She put the mirror back with confidence and rolled her eyes again.

The naming of these two idiots is useless!

"I said neither of you could choose a good name. It's better to call him the God of Darkness."

……

How long did this road last? Zhang Daocheng, Ruan Jiang, and Zhao Bingxia, who never interrupted, chatted for how long.

Accompanied by Paimon's occasional laughter.

They went from discussing what the four-character name of the devil should sound like, to analyzing what the god of this special secret realm had to do with.

Zhang Daocheng pointed to two black demonic walls on the roadside and confidently believed that there was a "God of Darkness" here.

The God of Darkness is the four-character title jointly determined by the three of them.

Ruan Jiang tapped his toes on the ground with green grass under their feet, feeling that a god of grass or a god of land must appear in this special secret place.

Zhao Bingxia, who felt that one of the two guesses was more unreasonable than the other, raised her hand to cover the rays of the sun, which made people feel hot. She suppressed the opinions of the other two: "This is the first time I encountered such a big sun on the battlefield of the National Games. , I will definitely get tanned without sunscreen. Let me see, the god of this damn place should be the god of the sun!"

Her opinion received replies from the two of them, "Wow, I didn't expect you to be so thoughtful" and "Well, the sun is really big, you make sense."

While they were discussing, several people on Jiang Yuan's side, including Paimon and Thunder Hammer, had silently raised their parasols.

The parasols are from Guoyun Mall.

Along the way, Zhang Daocheng and the others did not even look at Jiang Yuan and the others because they were too focused on chatting.

It wasn't until he could finally see the end of the road that one person turned his head excitedly and talked about the reality that everyone discovered almost at the same time.

"Brother Jiang! We are reaching the end!" Zhang Daocheng wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at Jiang Yuan, "Hey, Brother Jiang, why do you still have an umbrella to hold?"

"Bought in the mall." It only sells for one game coin. There are different styles, big and small. Jiang Yuan found one suitable for Paimon.

Zhao Bingxia, who looked over with Zhang Daocheng, opened her eyes wide and quickly opened the mall interface. Sure enough, she saw the parasol, and she immediately regretted it.

Why couldn't she think of chatting with Zhang Daocheng because she had nothing to do? She had turned around earlier and already had an umbrella.

Zhao Bingxia hurriedly muttered, "It's not too late to fix the situation before it's too late." She bought a parasol and opened it, hoping to cover it up for a while.

Zhang Daocheng and Ruan Jiang, two rough guys who didn't care about their image, didn't quite understand the use of holding an umbrella. After all, it was as hot as it should be and their arms were sore.

But seeing Jiang Yuan holding an umbrella, they all said, "Brother Jiang must have his reasons for what he did" and then opened the umbrella.

The parasols in the system mall are of different sizes and colors. The umbrellas in everyone's hands may be large or small, but they are all black.

So much so that a group of people moved forward holding umbrellas, as if they were some special organization.

With a movement of his wrist, Jiang Yuan raised the umbrella in his hand, revealing his face that was mostly covered, and looked towards the end of the road that was gradually becoming clearer in front of everyone.

The first time it was the forest, the second time it was the ocean. This time it was...a rundown village.

The architectural style of the village is rough, and at first glance it looks like a perfunctory work that can only be lived in.

The black walls on both sides of the road block part of the view, making it difficult to tell how big the village is.

Jiang Yuan visually checked the number of houses he could see, and estimated that there should be only a few people in this village.

When he got closer, Jiang Yuan denied his estimate.

It’s not that there aren’t a few populations, it’s that there is no population at all.

The black walls on both sides of the road disappeared when they entered the village, and they couldn't see the way back when they turned around.

Several people walked around among only a dozen single-story dilapidated houses to confirm that there were no living creatures here.

"Is anyone there-" Pamon shouted at the top of his lungs, trying to hear a reply.

"There is indeed no one." Zhang Daocheng closed the door at the edge and shook his dusty head, "What are we going to do now?"

Xiao Songqing dusted off the dust in his hands and pointed in one direction: "Let's move on."