[Online game] Shut up if you buy it for a dime

This day achieved the biggest Goben event in the legendary history.

All the men and women strode uncivilizedly between the feet of the Millennium Corpse King and the resurrection point with their white thighs.

The only well-dressed god, Max, stood aside and watched, and became the "clothed beast" in the mouth of his queen mother, Mary.

[Team] Mary: So who, you are too shameless.

[Team] max: It seems that no one has planted seeds over there, next to the iron chain on the monster's right foot.

"..." Mary's black dog ran over to plant it, and then turned back.

[Team] mary: I will give you half of the seed, you take it off for me! ! !

[Team] max: Laojiu, don't just plant at the foot of the corpse king, how can you embarrass the long-range department?

[Team] max: Be good, don't make trouble.

[Team] Mary: ...

In fact, max is not idle either. As a leader in Taoism values, he has not stopped adding blood to the veterans for a moment-the development team still left a way for people to survive. The blood bar of the "veteran" NPC is now It looks oddly long, the Millennium Corpse King stomps at most a sliver of blood, and it can be added back by adding two more strokes.

While the people were running around busy planting plants, all he did was put up his hand and add blood to the veterans now and then.

After a dozen or twenty times of dying, the corpse king's surroundings were finally filled with plants.

Jim happily sang the self-made tune "The safe zone is me~home~back garden~ah~~back garden", while scurrying around in the flowers excitedly, saying "you come and catch me, come and catch me" Yeah" I repeated this blind phrase over and over again.

After getting the BUFF, everyone rushed back to the warehouse one after another. For personal safety, the warriors put on the cheapest store-made equipment on their bodies, including Yun Niang, who was a farmer with a Shura ax and a heavy helmet.

[Team] mary: Does this count as a 20-year retrogression of technology ==?

[Team] Wine glass for dagger: Forget it, tsk tsk, so why were you so ugly 20 years ago?

[Team] Mary: Let's kill monsters, jealous jar.

[Team] Wine glass for dagger: TAT boss, your wife says I'm jealous! !

[Team] max: You were originally, killing monsters.

Changing the wine glass for a dagger, weeping, he was the first to rush forward with an axe, and when he rushed to the feet of the thousand-year corpse king, a sentence popped up above his head——

[Current] Wine glass for dagger: Losing you to please the whole world, what is there to be so great~~~ Come on, my lover has abandoned me, corpse king, today I will go, return, and go with you! ! !

"Ah-"

Aral sneezed heavily.

Hodir, who was sitting next to him, was startled, "What's wrong?"

Aral sniffled, "No, who opened the window? I'm just wearing a shirt. It's so inconsiderate." Linda, who was so inconsiderate, covered her face: "I opened it, I'm hot."

Yalar lost the mouse, closed the window, and sneezed twice on the way, so hard that he staggered.

Closing the window and turning around, Linda was looking at herself with distress and guilt, and Yalar shuddered: "Don't be like a strong Linda, I'm not dead yet."

Linda shrugged and turned her attention back to the game.

At this time, the corpse king's feet were already in chaos, and the power of the people was great. Under the continuous rush of people, about a quarter of the blood of the corpse king had been poured in the short time it took for Yalar to close the window. .

Yalaer manipulated the female warrior holding the Shura ax on the screen, changed several angles, and touched the corpse king's thigh.

There is no fire swordsmanship, and the single-body attack of the samurai can only be used for alternate assassination.

The next step is a simple cut and cut.

Occasionally stop, and yell at max to give "++++", max stops and quickly switches skills between F1-F7, with clean hands and feet, as if people were still bathed in the brilliance of group therapy in the last second, and the next second New red and yellow poisons were quenched on the body of the corpse king.

Shouting and yelling for nearly half an hour.

Finally, the corpse king exploded.

Still full screen.

But apart from this, people's eyes were all scanning the central position where the monster was standing like X-rays—if there was a good one, it must have exploded in the very middle.

What makes people excited is that a verdict really burst out.

What is blood-thinning is that the ruling was picked up by one of the TT family.

What hurts the most is that this kid is also smart, not as short-sighted as Baby Pink, and he will go offline after picking it up, and the action is so fast that many people don't even know that this monster has made a verdict.

Yalar threw away the mouse and scratched the wall with a hammer while screaming.

Jim spread his hands: "All the things of the samurai have been exploded, and we mages and Taoists are here to do free work again."

Aral rolled around hugging the quilt.

Linda: "It's okay, I didn't get the first prize, at least I have a consolation prize, that one over there, don't get lost, get up and get your consolation prize."

Yalar stopped rolling, hugged the quilt and sat up, sneezed, pulled a tissue and blew it, his eyes were dull: "I want to judge T____T."

Linda sneered: "Don't you want Agni?"

"Huh?" Yalar opened his mouth wide, "Huh?"

"...God's brother took Ben Agni and asked if you want to come."

Raging fire = Raging fire swordsmanship = Only Yunniang has it in the whole server = This is the second book = The second book is also very cool =?

Yalar threw the quilt, sniffed his nose and flung his teeth and claws back to the front of the computer.

Jim sighed enviously: "Look at this silly boy, what a blessing, tsk tsk, tsk tsk."

……

The day after Plants vs. Zombies, Yalar wilted.

Sickness comes like a mountain.

Although this also gave him a reason to avoid the drama of "boys and boys". ==

Yalar lay dead at home, and Mo Dao also used the reason that "the 'children' at home are sick and need to be taken care of" as an excuse, and confidently skipped work on the surface of asking for leave—although the editor-in-chief was silent during the phone call Ten seconds later, dryly remind him that his "child" seems to be 20 years old.

Mo Dao hung up the phone with a haha.

The doorbell rang.

As soon as he opened the door, he found that the youngest son of the Leiguis family was the "potential stock" he had mentioned before.

"Hey, visit your classmate?" Mo Dao stood on tiptoe, pretending to be brothers with great difficulty, and patted him on the shoulder—probably because of his age. Recently, he saw young people as if they were called brothers. I once thought that Yalar would call me my brother, but I was disgusted by the Morakot family at the same time =_,=.

Mammon nodded and said hello politely.

……

He's actually just here to deliver the messenger.

The information communicator is a necessary item for the team when going to the field competition half a month later. The school's scientific research major has personally researched and developed the group's internal use. Each group is assigned two, one for each person.

This information communicator also includes two help signal transmitters between groups and outside groups, a GPS positioning system, and the most important function - a map fragment identifier.

In other words, when the time comes, they may have worked so hard to get a fragment, and that fragment is likely to be a fake.

and.

There is a common password among the groups, and this password must be kept secret from the outside world except for the members of the group.

Because others are likely to steal the password, use your information communicator to send out a signal for help outside the group, call for help, and the communicator holder is forced to withdraw from the game-once the rescue team arrives, only the password and the information corresponding to the signal transmission will be recognized Master, will not listen to any explanation.

For the person who invented this transmitter, this is also a method of competition between groups - as long as it does not harm the personal safety of others, any method is allowed in the competition.

……

The so-called field competition is actually nothing more than an enlarged or reduced shadow of the society that these princes and princesses have to face when they go out.

No one can be a flower in a greenhouse for a lifetime.

……

Therefore, the small instrument in his hand has a secret that only Yalar can know besides Mammon himself-this is why Mammon had to come here in person.

Mammon lowered her eyes and looked at the parent who was excited about something: "... Excuse me, is Morakot at home? When I went to his college to look for him, his friend said that he had asked for leave."

Mo Dao was taken aback for a moment, and then clapped his hands: "Upstairs, I just took the medicine and I guess I haven't slept yet. If you don't fall asleep so quickly, I should take you upstairs?"

"Thank you, you just need to tell me how to get there." It really doesn't need to be so detailed that the details are accompanied by manual analysis...

"Go upstairs and count to the fifth room on the left hand side and enter the door." Give young people some freedom, space, and Mo Dao understands ╮(╯▽╰)╭.

Mammon nodded her thanks, and walked upstairs unhurriedly.

Mo Dao was downstairs, looking up at his tall and straight back, his mind was filled with the words "potential stock" - I really have a good eye, this is indeed a potential stock, Mo Dao sighed, from the walking posture (?) You can feel the temperament of the strong potential stocks... It is really amazing ==.

I didn't know that even my back was covered by the gold-plated door, I went up to the second floor, counted five rooms, stood in front of this plain door, hesitated for a moment, and then pushed the door lightly.

As expected, the door was unlocked and was easily pushed open.

Mamen leaned halfway in, and first glanced at the bed—obviously, Mr. Mo was wrong, the person on the bed was already asleep, and at the moment he was wrapped in a quilt and was yelling.

Baozi's face was swollen, maybe because of some fever, it was red.

Mamen walked into the room, and with a small "click", the door was gently closed.

His eyes wandered, looking around the room.

Among the childish decorations and various handmade dolls, there is a familiar black umbrella.

Mammon's gaze paused for a long time, and then calmly moved away.

Finally, I was drawn to the computer that was on.

familiar picture.

In the safe area of ​​Mengzhong, because the silent mode is turned on, the silent crowd hangs up and hangs up, and occasionally two or three people move past.

Mammon frowned slightly.

He bent down in front of the computer, squinted his eyes, and found the figure in the center of the screen.

A female warrior named Mary, with the title "Max's Wife" on her head, stood quietly in the center of the safe zone.

Mamen straightened up expressionlessly and looked back sideways.

The child who was sleeping soundly on the bed clicked his mouth and hummed a few times, fittingly.

Mammon walked to the bed, knelt down, and took a closer look.

……

a long time.

Stretching out his icy hand that still carried the cold outside, he gently squeezed the sleeping man's face.

There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and Mammon said softly to the sleeping person——

"It's really you."