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"No matter what you do, it will not affect the balance of the world."

"If something bad happens because of me, it will affect my subsequent cultivation."

"I am currently in the early stage of Xuanxian, and I am still some distance away from Jinxian, but to break through Jinxian, there must be no magic barrier."

"If because of the artificial spiritual energy recovery experiment, some kind of demonic obstacle is created for me, which affects my breakthrough to the Golden Immortal, I'm going to cry so badly!"

"so."

"Start prevention now to avoid accidents."

"Ugh……"

"Why do you think I helped them in the first place?"

"The current troubles are all my own fault."

When Su Hao said this, he sighed softly, just as the computer started up, he stopped complaining about his sand sculpture operation, and went to surf the Internet instead.

After watching for a while.

An astonishing discovery has been made.

No matter which world it is, there will always be an army from Zaun, charging into the battle online, attacking the city and conquering the territory, with one rider as a thousand...

"No useful news."

"It's because the recovery time of the spiritual energy is too short. Wait for three or four days, and then check it online, maybe you can see the weird events."

Su Hao turned off the computer, temporarily gave up the idea of ​​searching for weird events on the Internet, instead picked up the game console, connected it to the big screen of the TV, and started entertaining.

Life is so difficult, if you don't enjoy yourself in time, you will have no chance.

However, Su Hao just played for a while, with his current cultivation level, his hand speed is unbelievably fast, and he is super powerful in playing games.

No matter what kind of game, in Su Hao's hands, he can get started after playing a few rounds, and soon become the strongest player.

After the game reached the top, it was meaningless.

Su Hao played games all afternoon, and when it was almost dark, there was a knock on the door outside the room.

"Group leader, I'm back, do you want to have dinner tonight?"

It was Wang Duoyu's voice.

Su Hao remembered that Wang Duoyu once said that he would come back before dinner, and now it seems that he really kept his promise.

"I won't eat tonight, go find your eldest sister."

Su Hao stared intently at the big screen of the TV, and then shouted perfunctorily towards the door.

"Group leader, I understand, I'm going to find the eldest sister."

Upon hearing this, Wang Duoyu left immediately, ran to the next room and knocked on the door, and got the same answer—Wang Wu didn't plan to have dinner either.

Ok.

Neither of them had dinner.

Wang Duoyu was a little bit crazy.

This was a great opportunity to get in touch, and as a result, the two big shots chose to stay in the guest room.

Speaking of which, what kind of magical power is in the guest room that can make the two bosses not even eat dinner?

Wang Duoyu thought about it carefully, and he really thought of it: "Could they be playing games?"

"The group leader is still a child, if he becomes obsessed, I can understand."

"But the eldest sister... is obviously an old lady who has lived for countless years. It stands to reason that the old man has strong self-control. Why is the eldest sister also addicted to games and cannot extricate herself?"

"Could it be that the game has a peculiar magic power that can make people addicted to it?"

"Uh... probably true?"

"Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many internet-addicted teenagers."

"Now it seems that the group leader Da Da and Da Jie Tou have also become members of the Internet addicted teenagers, but they should have a sense of proportion."

"Play when it's time to play, and don't play when it's not time to play. Besides, they are all powerful practitioners. If they stay up late and play games, they shouldn't hurt their bodies..."

"never mind."

"lets change a topic."

"Since they don't plan to have dinner, I won't entertain them. I just go home to spend time with my wife..."

"I didn't go back all day yesterday, she thought I was out fooling around with that fat man Zhuang Qiang."

"If I don't explain it clearly to her, I'm afraid I'm going to kneel on the washboard tonight!"

"Trouble."

Mumbling, Wang Duoyu left the villa, drove his car, and returned to his and Xia Zhu's home.

then……

There's no after that.