Please allow me to salt fish [Hong Huang]

Quietly, Zhou Tianfu launched a new game.

Compared with the great momentum when the Prehistoric Alliance was launched, this new game called Survival of the Desperate seems to be given away with Zhoutian coins. There is not even a forum promotion, let alone a server opening event. People can't bear to watch.

In this case, it can be discovered by users because it occupies a place in the game section anyway, and there are always players who originally launched other games, but they are curious and stumbled in.

And this game is also very special, not only the promotion is low-key, but also the content is low-key, there is not even a tutorial for beginners, making people wonder if it is deliberately trying to persuade them to quit.

Because of the different rules from the previous game, many players hang up after entering without knowing why, which makes them unable to talk about any game experience.

Most people are looking for advantages and avoiding disadvantages, play the game to have fun, since you don't want to be played by me, then I will change it, these players turned around and went to the prehistoric alliance next door.

And a small number of top iron players, with the perseverance of "you let me retreat and I will not retreat", tried many times, and finally survived the bloody storm to the end.

The final reward for these players who survived successfully is a game description, a game description that should have been placed at the very beginning.

What the hell!

Holding this instruction, the level-passing player looked confused, you give me this now, what's the point of me dying so many times!

However, there is always something in the temperament that can persevere. Even if they wanted to throw this description in the face of the game producer, they decided to open it and have a look.

Just let me see what's so special about this ghost game, it's worth cheating me like this... With this in mind, the background of the game slowly unfolded in front of them.

In all games, except for the unknown background story of the Primordial Alliance, the previous Lich War and Xuanyuan Sword are all based on what happened. Although the process has been changed, the general context remains basically the same.

As for Survival, I felt a little subtle when playing, but I didn't find out which thing was used as the material.

If it is worth making a game, the most recent big event is the Battle of the Conferred Gods. It is said that a saint died in person, so it should also be the event background of the game.

But only the Great Desolation Alliance added a Conferred Gods Smash Bros. section, which made it a pity for players who missed this calamity and wanted to experience it in a safe game.

Open the game description, the first paragraph is that the game map is taken from the Great Desolate Continent.

"So that's it, no wonder it looks familiar. If you put it on my mountain, you will definitely recognize it immediately." The player who read the description flashed this thought in his mind, and continued.

In the process of playing this game, they also figured out simple rules, and now is the time for one-to-one correspondence.

The map of Survival of Desperation is very large. Although it is not as good as the real flood, it is also much larger than the previous flood alliance.The provision of such a large map is naturally not for one or two players. During the game, many people will encounter dead ends. Only after reading the instructions, I know that this is a game played by 100 people at the same time.

Hundreds of people fought in melee, no wonder every time they met the enemy and died every time.

Continue to read, sometimes the place where you stay in the game will suddenly collapse, most of them are not killed by the opponent, but killed by the environment. Players have been wondering what happened.

"The Great War caused the prehistoric to be unbearable, and some plates returned to the earth?"

Seeing the explanation in the description, some players frowned and thought about it, while some smiled and thought it was just a game setting.And the explanation also verified part of their experience, the plate that was about to collapse would have abnormal spiritual power fluctuations in advance, and they escaped by relying on their keen observation skills, and survived to the end.

No matter what you think about the background of the game, the players who can stick to it are the players who are interested in this kind of game. With their publicity and the appearance of game guides, PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds is still popular.

This game is more suitable for individualists than the Prehistoric Alliance. One against a hundred sounds very exciting, and under the rules of the game, everyone's initial cultivation is about the same, and they can experience the thrill of success.

Soon, PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds became popular throughout the prehistoric world.

Kunlun Palace.

Kunpeng stepped into the palace against the light, looked up, and couldn't help being a little panicked. Yuan Shi sitting in the middle of the palace was like a statue, solemn and solemn, as far away as stars in the sky.

"I'm back, why don't you come here." Yuan Shi opened his eyes, and the statue was injected with life. Although the majesty remained unchanged, the breath softened.

Kunpeng paused, couldn't help smiling and walked forward.

"You just sat on it like a fake. I thought you had entered a Taoist temple in the mortal world."

Such a dead and cold Yuanshi, like a stone statue enshrined in a Taoist temple, has no breath of a living person.

Yuan Shi raised his eyebrows, took his hand to play with, and didn't intend to speak.

Kunpeng felt a little guilty, and wanted to ask him if he had watched the new game, and if he had any questions he wanted to ask, but Yuanshi just kept silent, and it seemed that it was not good for him to take the initiative to bring up this topic.

In fact, until now, Kunpeng didn't know what Yuanshi was thinking.

If the other party accepts it calmly, it is not very in line with his character; but if he does not accept it, there will be no prison | imprisoned in a small black room in Kunpeng's imagination, as if after hundreds of years of doing it, the topic is gone. .

Now he can only be like an ostrich, burying his head in the sand, and if Yuanshi doesn't take the initiative to bring it up, then it doesn't mean there is no problem between them.

The two enjoyed the quiet time, probably because they had consumed too much before, and it was rare to have a warm feeling without the slightest desire.

After getting close for a while, Yuan Shi suddenly said: "Let's go to the lower realm for a walk."

"Huh?" Kunpeng was taken aback for a moment, then nodded immediately.

With Yuanshi here, he could have reached any place in the wild in an instant, but this time he flew down slowly with Kunpeng on a cloud.

To be honest, Kunpeng's own speed has never been so slow.

They chose a town not far from Kunlun and landed in a deserted alley.

After so many years, compared with when they were playing in the world, the difference between immortals and mortals is more obvious, and immortals have gradually become legends.

Originally, Kunpeng planned to use blindness to make people unable to see himself.

After all, the mortal world of him and Yuan Shi is too eye-catching, he will be watched wherever he goes, and there are many rules in the mortal world, even if he is not afraid of trouble, he is too lazy to cause trouble.

However, as soon as Yuan Shi fell down, he turned into a scholar in Tsing Yi. His appearance didn't change much, but he looked more ordinary, and then looked at Kunpeng silently.

At this time, Kunpeng could only swallow the words that I will accompany you invisibly, and suddenly transformed, and the image of a rich man appeared next to Yuanshi.

This kind of image that doesn't look easy to mess with can avoid a lot of trouble, and also prevent them from disturbing their interest in playing.

Glancing at him up and down, Yuan always nodded in satisfaction, and walked out of the alley holding his hand.

Because of the changes, although the appearance of the two is outstanding, it is not enough to attract people to watch, and there is no man holding hands that makes people look sideways.

But now there are a few emperors above who are very masculine, and they act like men, and masculinity has become an elegant thing. It seems that it is not so unusual for two men to hold hands.

Except for the occasional glances—these gazes were mostly directed at Kunpeng's clothes, the two walked hand in hand on the street without anyone bothering them.

The spiritual energy in this mortal world is thin, but it also has other advantages. If they hold hands and go around the 33rd Heaven, the gaze from the shot will probably burn through both of their hands, and the forum will explode in an instant.

They used to be able to meet monsters like Jinpeng in the lower realm, but now after ten days and a half months, there are not even little monsters who have transformed, and most of the Taoists are in the stage of Qi training.

Kunpeng was walking on the bustling street, holding a sesame cake in his left hand, a sugar painting in his right hand, and a bag of pea cakes carried by Yuanshi, more like a young man going out to play.

He took a bite of the confectionery, smiled and narrowed his eyes, it was sweet and crisp, and it went well with the fragrant sesame cakes.

Yuan Shi, who was beside him, glanced at him from time to time, seeing his sugar residue sticking to his lips, he rubbed it away for him with his fingers, and put it in his own mouth, as if he wanted to taste the sugar too.

The old Kunpeng, who had experienced many battles, blushed, his cheeks felt a little hot under the eyes of everyone on the street, and he wanted to stuff the sesame cake directly into Yuanshi's mouth.

He didn't buy these foods himself, they were fed all the way by Yuan Shi.

Knowing that Kunpeng likes these things, Yuanshi, who he took a second look at, would go over and buy them. If it weren't for their incongruous clothes, they would have been regarded as Kunpeng's kind old father. Ten years old, in fact, it is not impossible to say that it is more than 30 years old.

From the point of view of ordinary people, it is very normal to have a teenage son in his 30s, and some even have grandchildren.

And these days when they were playing below, Yuan Shi took care of him like a child. Even if he didn't need any care, he was melted into his heart by this unique tolerance.

Except for him, Yuanshi would not have this patience even for Laozi and Tongtian.

With their status, it is not easy to get a sincere heart. Kunpeng still knows.

Strong strength is destined to be chased in the wild, but it is difficult to distinguish how much is because of Mu Qiang's original intention, and there are very few people who match their identity and strength, and they can find the right person among the few choices , is simply a miracle.

Taking a hard bite of the sesame cake, Kunpeng sighed inwardly.

If Yuan Shi's goal was to make him reluctant to part with the soft policy, then he really couldn't bear it, and always felt like he was the bastard who abandoned his wife and children, even though Yuan Shi was not his wife and they had no children.

Just when Kunpeng was being soft-hearted, the excitement in front of him suddenly attracted him.

The gongs and drums were accompanied by yelling, which was originally an ordinary show, but the two looked at each other, but suddenly became interested.

Pretending to be ordinary people who were also attracted, Kunpeng and Yuanshi walked past with the flow of people.

The destination has already been surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside, but this naturally does not bother them. Even if they don't want to stand out, it is just a trivial matter for people to give way unknowingly.

Soon, passing through the human wall, the two reached the innermost floor.

And seeing the scene inside, you can also understand why ordinary entertainers can attract so many people, because the entertainers are not people, but two monkeys.

One of the monkeys was tall and smooth, and looked different from his kind, while the other was ordinary, just like the ones other buskers had trained to be led by ropes, which was not unusual at all.

But after looking around, I found that there was no one who looked like the owner standing with the two monkeys. This turned out to be a monkey bringing a monkey to perform. No wonder everyone came to watch.

Kunpeng looked at the tall monkey, felt the familiar feeling, and couldn't help but smile.