A Race to (Be) The Top

Outside Qiwang Town, Ling Xiaolu was guiltily explaining to Zhenjiu how the lamb chops had grown wings and flew away, when a black shadow fell from the sky.

Ling Xiaolu turned pale with shock: "Be careful!"

His reminder was obviously superfluous, the giant sword of the black shadow slashed at Zhenjiu, but a cloud of black smoke was scattered, this person was actually a fake, but the real Zhenjiu appeared behind the attacker quietly, It only takes one shot to let him release the ghost.

"Wait a minute!" Ling Xiaolu saw the face of the person coming, and quickly stopped him, "He is my friend!"

Zhenjiu's hand stayed only one centimeter away from Ji Meng, and he also wore gloves like bird's claws on his hand. When he attacked, the nails that popped out were extremely sharp and poisonous.

"Is he your friend?" Zhenjiu asked repeatedly.

Ling Xiaolu blurted out in a hurry, whether he wanted to or not, he could only admit it: "Barely... it's..."

"What do you mean barely? Can you tell me again?"

Ji Meng took a step forward to grab Ling Xiaolu, but was persuaded by Zhenjiu's nails, "Don't move."

Ling Xiaolu wanted to hit him very much, you have the self-awareness of a dying person, okay?

Zhenjiu glanced at the top of Ji Meng's head: "It seems that you are not as afraid of gold names as you said."

"What's so scary about golden names? Black names like you should be avoided." Ji Meng retorted disdainfully.

"Wow! Brother, please stop saying a few words! I'm afraid you will raise your placard to express your next sentence!"

"With me here, I won't let you touch Lubi." Ji Meng ignored Ling Xiaolu's advice and turned to warn Zhenjiu.

"Really?" Zhen Jiu didn't explain, but deliberately teased him, "What can you do, can you beat me?"

It is obviously impossible to defeat him, Ji Meng suddenly thought of the purpose of Zhenjiu's pursuit.

"What's his bounty? I'll give you double!"

"You're crazy! That's 200 million!" Ling Xiaolu shouted.

"Okay, you take your hands away, I'll give you 400 million."

Ling Xiaolu: "What???"

Ji Meng squinted at him in distaste: "But what kind of person would give you a reward of 200 million for being full?"

"Why don't you say that someone who is full will redeem me with 400 million?!"

A chuckle came from under the mask, Zhenjiu retracted her fingernails, and the person took a step back.

"Now I know why you are not afraid of him. Since your friend is here, I will go first."

Zhenjiu disappeared, turned into a group of crows, and disappeared.

Ji Meng didn't understand: "Why did he leave without asking for money?"

"Where did you hear the rumors? Ten big men besieged me. If it weren't for Zhenjiu, I would have died a long time ago."

"Then stay away from him. This guy has an anti-social personality. How can normal people take pleasure in killing people in games?"

"The real society is under heavy pressure, why don't people have some unusual hobbies in the virtual world? Really."

Ji Meng strode up to Ling Xiaolu and sized him up several times from head to toe.

"And you, how long have I been offline, do you dare to have more things on your head?"

"What's the matter? You are allowed to have a golden crown on your head, but not mine."

"Glittering gold?" Ji Meng said contemptuously, "Is your name a reward?"

"No, no, no," Ling Xiaolu shook his finger, "It was already half an hour ago, and now I am called Shang Dao!"

He looked like he didn't want to hit him, which made Ji Meng pretend to draw his sword to cut him.

Ling Xiaolu pointed at himself angrily: "You still want to kill me with a knife? Why don't you ask me who I was offered a reward for?"

Ji Meng put down his sword: "Who offered you a reward?"

"The line is wrong, you should follow my words and ask, who is the reward for?"

"Who exactly was the reward for you?"

"..." Ling Xiaolu was convinced, "Forget it, let me tell you, it's Kou's father."

Ji Meng didn't believe it: "Dou Kou is willing to spend money to reward you?"

"What is he reluctant to spend your money on?"

"Why is it my money again?"

"You promised to fight with someone and then ran away, and you owe him 100 million, do you remember?"

Ji Meng thought for a while: "Oh, it seems that there is such a thing."

"Everyone in the server has seen it, so don't try to renege on it!"

"Who reneged? I just forgot." Ji Meng was not very angry when he thought about it, "Also, who has been helping the person who offered you a reward all the time, which side are you on?"

"Of course I am on the side of justice, there is absolutely no favoring relatives and friends!"

Ji Meng was furious at first, but his face gradually softened after hearing this sentence: "What did you just say? Say it again."

"I said I was on the side of justice."

"Next sentence."

"There is absolutely no favoritism."

"Okay then," Ji Meng's complacent expression was beyond words, "It's because you treat me as a relative and friend, so I don't care about you."

Ling Xiaolu: ...

Ji Meng put a snail on the ground, and put a smaller box on the snail's back.

"What is this?" Ling Xiaolu asked.

"Postman. Ever send pet mail?"

Ling Xiaolu knew that "Linglong" also had this function, but he hadn't tried it.

"No, what are you sending it for?"

"Of course it's 100 million. Do you want me to transfer it to him in person?"

"This, this, such a small box can hold 100 million?"

Ji Meng thought he was making a fuss: "The size of the postal package will definitely change according to the pets, and besides, the non-combat pets are not big."

Ling Xiaolu stared at the wriggling(?) little guy on the ground: "But you use a snail as a postman, how long will it take you to go?"

"That's none of my business." Ji Meng looked like he had nothing to do with himself, "you can always get there if you walk slowly."

While they were talking, the snail squirmed another half meter forward.

"Are you sure it won't lose the box? What if it is picked up by passers-by?"

"Don't worry, it will get lost at most, and nothing will be lost."

"Where is this reassuring?!"

Ji Meng pressed his earlobe lazily: "Wait for me to notify you over there."

Ji Meng: Where?

Dou Kou: Do you dare to go online?Why did you run away after saying the duel?

Ji Meng: Let me lose, the money has already been sent to you.

Dou Kou: When did you send it?Why didn't I receive it.

Ji Meng looked down at the tail of the snail under his feet.

Ji Meng: Ah, it’s been a while since I sent it.

Ji Meng: But the postman crawls slowly, you'd better not move, lest it has to change direction after climbing halfway.

Dou Kou: Climbing slowly? ?What did you send it with?

Ji Meng: A snail.

Dou Kou:? ? ?

Dou Kou: (!) Ji Meng, you actually use snails to send me emails? ?

System prompt: You have been blacklisted by this user and cannot send private messages.

Dou Kou: (!) Damn! !

System prompt: You have been blacklisted by this user and cannot send private messages.

After solving a problem, Ji Meng took Ling Xiaolu's arm and dragged him towards the town involuntarily.

"Now go and sell me your rags."

"Bad? It's obvious that you ran away with the money, okay?"

"Me? Take your money? How dare you ask for money?" Ji Meng complained mercilessly, "I almost called the police when I opened the bag when I went online, do you know that?"

"Great, call the police and arrest you, a liar who ran away with money!"

Ji Meng stopped suddenly, and asked belatedly, "There is something wrong with this town, why is there no one in the town?"

"Probably they were all scared away by the poisonous dove."

"Look, everyone else knows how to run, but you are the only one who moves forward foolishly."

"I……"

If I can't beat him, I really want to beat him.

Ji Meng originally wanted to sell the rags and take Ling Xiaolu to buy a baby, but his plan was disrupted when everyone ran away.

"After you sell out, follow me to the next town."

"Why? I have something to go offline."

"You went offline as soon as I got online, did you do it on purpose?" Ji Meng ran back from his uncle's dining table early in order to get online as soon as possible.

"I'm going to call."

"You can also make phone calls in the game."

"I'm going to the rooftop to make a video call."

"What kind of video call has to be made on the rooftop? Are you going to live broadcast the jump?"

Ling Xiaolu: "..."

He had no choice but to tell the truth: "My parents work on the ship, and my mother cares about me. She has to video call me every Friday night."

"Oh," Ji Meng seemed convinced, "What role does Tiantai play?"

"They fly around the earth once a day, and at 21:37, they are the closest to my house in a straight line. When I go to the rooftop, I will be closer. Rounding up, it is equivalent to meeting each other."

"..." Ji Meng couldn't fault it, "Then go, I'll wait for you here."

Ling Xiaolu really wanted to ask him if you had nothing else to do, but time was running out, so he hurriedly read the message and went offline.

Just when he was about to go out, Ling Xiaolu remembered the collar on his neck, and hurried back to get a scarf to wrap around it.

His fiery-eyed mother—in fact, as long as you are not blind, you can see—as expected, he questioned this unusual behavior:

"What do you do with a scarf in summer?"

"The typhoon is very windy at night, I'm afraid it will blow."

Mom was a little surprised: "My son who graduated from high school has started to take care of his health?"

"Is it a preparatory college student? It sounds more mature."

"Be more mature? I haven't asked you what happened to the yellow hair you dyed."

"This," Ling Xiaolu approached the camera, showing off his hair, "I just dyed it yesterday, isn't it handsome?"

"Like that poodle your next-door neighbor had when you were a kid."

"...Mom, this is a popular color for young people."

"Young people are not afraid to go out at night to see the wind."

Well, I can't say enough about her!

The mother and son chatted for 10 minutes, and Ling Xiaolu admitted that he was going back to play games, because he knew that even if he said to go back to study, his mother would not believe it.

Going online again, Ling Xiaolu found that Ji Meng's position hadn't changed, and actually stayed where he was waiting for him.

It’s just that Ji Meng was the only one when he got off the assembly line. Now there is a huge flying dragon lying there. Ji Meng is sitting on the ground leaning on the dragon, holding food in his hand, teasing his short leg to jump high.

It's still a familiar scene, and it's still the familiar aunt's smile.

Ling Xiaolu didn't reveal himself immediately, but secretly observed Ji Meng like this for a while, thoughtfully.

It was Ji Meng who discovered him first: "What are you doing there? Why don't you make a sound when you go online."

Ling Xiaolu swayed slowly and knelt down beside him.

"I was watching you just now, you remind me of one of my junior high school classmates."

"What's wrong with him? He's handsome?"

"Neither handsome nor ugly, his grades are pretty good, and he doesn't give small reports, but he just doesn't have any classmates to play with him."

"Why? Cold violence on campus?"

"Because he is the son of a very fierce bald dean in our school. Although everyone has no complaints about him, they think of his father when they see him, and they keep a respectful distance without knowing it."

"Childish." Ji Meng commented unceremoniously.

"A junior high school student, how mature can you be? The point is... I see you as I see him. Hey," Ling Xiaolu poked at him, "Do you usually have no friends in the game, is it always like this Play with the baby."

"Yes, is there?" Ji Meng was rarely flustered, "What's wrong with playing with the baby, isn't the baby fun?"

Ling Xiaolu sat down on the ground: "But that classmate has no choice. Why do you have to use your real name to play? It's a real name and a golden name, so you just need to write a relationship on your face. Even if you know everything It’s not wrong, but it doesn’t stop us mortals from being biased?”

"You know you're annoying."

Ling Xiaolu: ...How can this guy be at the same level as Ling Long!

Ji Meng was silent for a moment: "I'm willing to use my real name, and it's not like I don't have friends, but those people never leave their husbands and don't want to play with them."

Ling Xiaolu extracted useful information from this sentence: "You mean, once someone calls you husband, you won't want to play with them?"

"Almost, would you like to make frivolous friends?"

Ling Xiaolu's eyes became brighter: "Does that mean you will despise me if I call you husband?"

Unexpectedly, this is the way to get rid of Ji Meng.

Ji Meng paused slightly: "I don't know, why don't you try?"

Ling Xiaolu shook Ji Meng's arm in the sweetest and disgusting tone he could think of, and said coquettishly, "Husband~ Let's play together~~"

"Row."

Ling Xiaolu: ...

He threw Ji Meng's arm away angrily: "Who are you? You deserve to have no friends!"

Ji Meng suppressed a smile and pulled Ling Xiaolu up from the ground: "Let's go to the next town."

"Why?" Ling Xiaolu was not angry, but he still obediently stood up.

"Buy a baby."

"What's the matter, so many babies are not enough for you to play with?"

"Don't you think I don't have a land mount? Just choose it for me."

"I'll just say it casually, are you so serious?"

Hearing the words, Ji Meng turned his head and twitched his mouth: "After all, it is the opinion of one of my few friends in this game, how can I not take it seriously?"

"Hey!" Ling Xiaolu was convinced, "Ji Meng, you really shouldn't use your real name. Hurry up and buy a prop and change your name. I'll help you come up with a new name. It's called Ji Mo!"