Waste Strong Foundation

It is said that a pig can fly when it hits the Spring Festival stalls, and the discussion of the players on the night of the New Year's Eve has attracted a lot of new attention to "Trash".

The operation of the game area of ​​Station J almost exploded Chen Yiheng's WeChat, and advised him to quickly set up a live broadcast room to attract traffic.

Chen Yiheng went door to door with his parents to pay New Year's greetings, calling his uncle and aunt so dizzy that he couldn't help calling "Grandpa" first when he replied.

[: ... Uh, don't do that. ]

[: (Chinese New Year Red Packet)]

[: Take the change fee.Are you sure you don't want to go live?Okay, my mother left work to watch Mr. Gu’s live broadcast]

The popularity of Gu Dailu's live broadcast room continued to rise. From [-]:[-] a.m. onwards, he has been lingering with the second place in the overall list and taking turns to be the first place.

He turned on the camera and interacted with the barrage to greet the New Year, complaining about the ugliness of the Spring Festival Gala-it was quite ugly, and by the way, he had lunch live.

"Ah? What? Shame on the broadcast?

"No, brothers, was I ashamed to download it yesterday afternoon? It's because the operation is not a human being and forced to go offline, okay?

"Thank you [Mr. Gu kowtowed to everyone] [Mr. Gu is about to kowtow] for the New Year's fireworks, thank you... don't give it away, don't give it away, the kowtow is gone.

"There are still 15 minutes to open the server. Let me show you the first version of the VR device "Trash" that the official sent to me. It is the first in the entire network."

Gu Dailu ignored the "You are floating" and "???" that filled the screen, and took out a silver-white square cardboard box from behind.

Open the box, the top layer is a brown-gray artificial parchment, on the front is the original top view of the Qi family settlement.

On the flip side, there is a completely new bird's-eye view of the settlement, which has been enlarged several times by the city planning task. This is a player's settlement.

The second layer is several kinds of cultural and creative peripherals related to "Waste".

A set of eight metal badges and bookmarks of the bird totem style, and a 5A-sized blank notebook with hand-painted stickers.

The third layer is the device body.

Including earphones, hand and foot sensors and chargers, there are five items in total, each with a Chinese instruction manual.

The silver-white VR glasses are heavy in the hand, and they are placed under the light. It can be found that there is no solid color anywhere. Even the USB port connected to the charging cable is surrounded by complicated and disorderly, uneven spray-painted patterns. Gray dotted pattern.

With such a complex design regardless of cost, coupled with the four-digit official price, the probability of consumers buying fake products will be much less.

After the demonstration, Gu Dailu put on all the equipment on his body one by one after explaining to the little assistant, and turned off the camera with a snap.

The moment he logged in, his excited thoughts were infinitely stretched and suddenly shrunk to a point, and a colorful and distorted beam of light flashed in front of his eyes.

In the fresh and humid air, there are birdsong, insects, human voices, and the noise of the spinning wooden rollers in the weaving workshop.

This is a holographic game that does not need to abide by universal morality, but it is so real that it is difficult to maintain the mentality of a bystander.

As the inscription on the box of the original version says:

Welcome to your world, where anything is possible.

Players went online one after another, clicked on the game panel to explore new functions, punched their cards, and walked out from the row of wooden houses.

"Okay, I didn't lose my equipment, praise the dog S for operating 24 hours a day!"

"African is furious! One of the appearances I drew is missing."

"Hey! Me too. That's my lost three hours of youth!"

After being reminded, Gu Dailu found that the arrowhead that he had finally obtained was gone, so Gu Dailu followed the main force to the thatched cottage to check the plot with a sad face.

The fire has been extinguished—or rather, it seems that some force has directly sucked away the remaining heat halfway.

The eyes are full of scorched earth and dead trees, the temperature is too high, and less than half an acre of millet seedlings that are about to mature in the nearby farmland has fallen.

[New mission: Visitors from outside the mountains (0/13)]

[New task: Yanchi (???) (The pre-quest "The Guest from Beyond the Mountain" has not been completed)]

[New task: primary bronze smelting (the pre-quest "Salt Pond" has not been completed)]

The largest number of craftsmen acted as the guide NPC to activate the new task, and everyone numbly repeated the cause of the fire.

Qi Ba recited what Fei Mingqiu had taught him in the morning, explaining that the cause of the fire was the wrong operation of Qi You's sacrifice to the protector of his clan.

A few players who were very interested in primitive sacrifices delayed doing the task, and the chick pecked at the rice and nodded, "Hmm, can you explain in more detail? What's wrong? You said you put cinnabar and salt , How much did you release? Have you refined and screened it?"

Although Qi Ba didn't understand, it was easy to observe the expressions of the players, he understood the meaning too well.

He stroked the beard that had grown all over his chin overnight, and slowly recited it from scratch.

In the past, he would have been muttering and cursing in his heart——

All of them suffered from deafness at a young age, torturing people repeatedly, right?Focus on me!

Now Qi Ba is very cooperative.

He patiently told stories like an amiable repeater, quietly looking up at the carriage carriages in the square between speeches.

Yuanyuan, who was sitting shirtless on the roof of the carriage blowing the wind, moved her ears, continued to close her eyes and rested, and did not respond to the gazes of the craftsmen.

Qi You, who had just woken up, staggered over and looked at Yuanyuan's two pairs of wings folded behind her back with awe and greed.

After Yuanyuan's nirvana, her divine power suddenly decreased, and one of her remaining supernatural powers was mind reading.

Hearing that the little priest expected him to capture Yanchi, he said depressingly, "That won't work."

Qi You's eyes became brighter when he heard the words, "God, are you moved by our devout sacrifice when you personally descended on my tribe?"

Yuanyuan hesitated to speak, "Hehe, it's okay. Anyway, without you, my soul can't leave the bottom of the sea."

Qi You looked at the ball of divine fire held by Yuan Yuan in his palm, his face was full of fanaticism.Even though the thing nearly killed him last night.

"You, you brat, what's in your head is very promising. Xihe's divine fire is not used in that way."

Yuanyuan was at a loss for words for a moment, too lazy to guide mere mortals into the right path, she spread her wings slightly and jumped off the carriage, "I'm going to eat."

Of course, Shang Yuan didn't cook for him.

Yuanyuan didn't dare to eat Shangyuan's food privately, she lay down at the table and swallowed wildly at the two roasted quails that were crispy and salty.

So Fei Mingqiu evened out half of the egg custard for him.

The bright yellow egg custard is tender and smooth, without the slightest fishy smell, and the hot soup melts directly on the tip of the tongue without even sipping it.

It was the first time for Yuanyuan to use a wooden spoon, and she ate it all over her mouth. She babbled and said, "The taste of this sparrow egg is really delicious. When I return to Kunlun in the future, I will definitely remember your kindness—oh yes, you Said that you want to take those dead souls to the tribe outside?"

Without waiting for Fei Mingqiu to answer, he licked the juice from the corner of his mouth, and pointed to himself proudly, "Don't worry, no one can harm this place with this gentleman here. Or, you can separate the mortal body and the real soul like a god?" .There are many mortal bodies made by the majesty of heaven and earth, and it will not be a problem if it is destroyed."

Fei Mingqiu asked curiously, "How?"

Yuanyuan carefully looked at Shang Yuan who was sitting in front of a shiny "stone" doing "site health and environment maintenance", "Have you seen the true soul of the god? It's so majestic! But now I don't know what evil thing is stained, bloody Yes, there are also less tiger heads."

Fei Mingqiu thought to himself that it was Alpha's spiritual body, and what did "less tiger heads" mean, but he only followed Yuanyuan's meaning and asked:

"I'm not a god, so I can separate...can I separate into a mortal body like Shang Yuan?"

"So I said 'or'.

"Hold your hand, and I'll take a look inside your penis. The protective soul formed by the aura of heaven and earth that you attracted when you bumped into my Nirvana yesterday—this thing, to use an analogy, is like a chicken breaking its shell. Finally, you have to peck and eat the clean eggshells, which are extremely nourishing and a good thing.”

Fei Mingqiu humbly asked for advice: "So this rare guardian soul...is on me?"

"That's right! If it weren't for the fact that you are a god-cough, my god is so powerful, it doesn't matter if I don't have it. You can take it with confidence."

Fei Mingqiu: "I remember that you rushed to me and pecked my waist. Is this also considered stolen by me?"

Alpha, who was paralyzed on the floor and gave up thinking, immediately came to his senses, and shouted in support: "Yes, yes."

Yuanyuan blushed, "How did I know that you could bear it. At that time, I really didn't take your lives seriously."

Fei Mingqiu didn't show any expression, and let out an oh.

Yuanyuan grabbed his right hand, "It only takes six hours to protect the soul and possess it, and it takes twelve to seven to forty-nine hours to fully absorb it. If you can sustain its majesty, you will have a wonderful experience." , so it’s not considered a mortal—huh? Huh?!”

The author says:

[Failure to catch up in the small theater]

Yuan Yuan (takes a breath): Ah!This son is so terrifying!

Alpha: Global cooling is your fault.