Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?.

Chapter 35 I forgive you

One quarter of the morning.

It was a dark and windy night, and all around was quiet. One could faintly hear suppressed crying coming from the dormitory next door. It was a good time to kill someone and bury the body.

The two disciples sat opposite each other, with the bamboo slips they had just obtained today and the copied bamboo slips at their sides.

Liu Xiaoqiang is a thin boy, usually timid, but now he is looking up with tears streaming down his face.

Ding Dazhuang is a big-boned man. Although he is only seventeen years old, his beard makes him look very mature.

Unlike his rough appearance, he is now crying.

With their heads tilted back, tears the size of beans kept dripping out. Even though the two of them were sitting opposite each other, they were looking up at the sky together.

After a long time, Ding Dazhuang finally prostrated himself in front of Liu Xiaoqiang and said solemnly: "Brother Qiang, I am sorry for you this time."

"I'm glad you know it." Liu Xiaoqiang said with tears.

"I shouldn't have copied the bamboo slips for you."

"It's good that you know."

"But you have to believe me, I have absolutely no intention of harming you. I just want to share Mr. Fang Wai's new work with you."

"I know, but I can't forgive you anymore."

"I'm sorry, I actually did this to my brother. I feel guilty towards you. Tomorrow, I will leave the Wanfa Sect and spend the rest of my life atonement for my sins."

"Go ahead. The shadow in my heart will take a lifetime to redeem."

There are two people in Wanfazong's dormitory, but occasionally other people come to borrow books or ask questions.

At this time, another disciple was standing at the door, looking at the two people in front of him in confusion.

"What are you two doing?" Zhang Ting asked in confusion. "By the way, Ding Dazhuang, I heard that you got a bamboo slip from Mr. Fang Wai today. Can you show it to me?"

"No." Ding Dazhuang shook his head and said, "I have already harmed one brother, I can't harm him again."

"Don't be so stingy. At most, I can help you with two days of homework. But in exchange, you have to sign in for me. I plan to skip classes for two days to play the new game."

"Don't be like this." Liu Xiaoqiang lamented, "The new work doesn't take long, you can finish it in one night."

"That's it..."

Hearing this, Zhang Ting suddenly became very depressed.

It’s too short, maybe not satisfying enough.

Some people are particularly prone to becoming addicted to games, and Zhang Ting is one of them.

I feel uncomfortable if I don’t play games for one day. I feel uncomfortable if I don’t play Ants Climbing Trees for two days. I feel uncomfortable if I don’t play Twitching on the Spot for three days. I feel uncomfortable if I don’t play Tai Nai Lead the Way for four days.

Logically speaking, no one in the outer sect should be able to play the normal version of the Fangwai game now.

But Zhang Ting is not an ordinary person.

He is a man who can write such a wonderful article as "My Grandfather, the Sect Leader".

Most of the disciples of Wanfa Sect don’t care about one’s status, let alone the sect master. Even if the sect master’s grandfather comes, they will still criticize him when necessary.

But as long as there are a few people who pay attention to status, Zhang Ting will receive a little preferential treatment.

There happened to be a foundation-building disciple in the inner sect who wanted to curry favor with him, so he obtained a copy of "Survivors of the Righteous Path" through the inner sect, but he could only play it secretly. He could not lend it to others, nor let others copy it.

However, no matter how fun a game is, after playing it for a long time you still want to try something new.

Especially after he discovered that copying the bamboo slips could actually copy the game save files together, the once exciting journey to the underworld became an ordinary journey of brushing, allowing him to pass the level quickly.

So, after learning that there was a new work, he immediately came to find two people he was familiar with, ready to have a good time.

Although he was dissatisfied with the short process of this game, he still reached out to Liu Xiaoqiang: "It doesn't matter, lend it to me, I'll return it to you after I copy it. If you are a brother, lend it to me."

"Brother Zhang, since we are brothers, I can't lend it to you." "Okay, go ahead, I'll just help you with your homework for three more days, and I'll return it to you later."

Taking the bamboo slips from Liu Xiaoqiang's hand, Zhang Ting immediately copied them.

He didn't even want to go back to experience it. He just immersed his thoughts in the bamboo slips and started playing the game impatiently.

Looking at Zhang Ting like this, Liu Xiaoqiang only had time to say "eh", and then he could only sigh helplessly.

It’s hard to persuade a damned ghost with kind words, so forget it.

Zhang Ting, who was immersed in the bamboo slips, naturally also saw the two lines of game prompts, but he didn't take it seriously.

After clearing the progress in the bamboo slips, he entered the game and soon saw the quiet background and the name of the game: "Mountain Journey".

"Mountain Travel... is it a mountain climbing game? Killing monsters all the way up?"

The first game has a great impact on people. Zhang Ting, who was influenced by "Sword Master" and "Survivor", has the impression of killing monsters and leveling up in his mind. He has no idea that he has stepped into the trap woven by Lin Yuan.

He was still trying to find a way to draw his sword when he heard a cold voice in his ear: "Who are you and what are you doing here?"

Looking up, he saw a woman with an indifferent face standing in front of him, and then a translucent option box appeared in front of him.

"Option 1: Your guard. Option 2: Just passing by. Option 3: Silence. What does that mean?"

After looking carefully for a while, Zhang Ting randomly chose the third option and remained silent.

"You don't want to tell me? Forget it. You don't look like a bad person. I want to go to the mountain. You look like someone with some abilities. Please come with me."

The girl's attitude made Zhang Ting a little unhappy.

After all, asking someone to accompany you when you just met is a bit too familiar.

And the attitude is not good either, this is the worst review among the worst reviews.

But after expressing dissatisfaction, Zhang Ting became surprised again.

Did the other party speak?

And looking carefully, Zhang Ting discovered that the girl was obviously just an ordinary illusion, but she would make movements and expressions such as yawning and impatience from time to time, making the girl in front of him very vivid.

If the painting was better, Zhang Ting believed that the other person would be more attractive.

The new discovery made Zhang Ting regain interest in the game and she continued to play it.

The delicate writing is concise and concise, and the image of "Ye Qingyuan" is established with just a few lines. The indifference and vigilance at the first meeting are just the other party's armor. Only after it is removed can the softness and fragility inside be seen.

Although he came here to kill monsters at first, after a quarter of an hour, Zhang Ting was completely immersed in the interaction with "Ye Qingyuan" and his liking for "Ye Qingyuan" gradually increased.

It would be great if there were such a woman in real life.

The occasional physical contact made Zhang Ting feel itchy, and the cheerful girl became more and more attractive. Although she didn't get what she wanted, the good words and good characters made Zhang Ting feel the charm of the beautiful girl game, and she began to smile strangely from time to time.

However, the happier he laughed, the harder the knife stabbed down.

There were actually foreshadowings in the story, but Zhang Ting, who was immersed in the story, did not notice this.

Maybe he had discovered it, but he was so obsessed with eating candy that he chose to ignore it. In the end, he was stabbed through by the knife and he covered his chest for a long time without getting up.

"I'm sorry, I made you come here for nothing. I'm already dead, I died a hundred years ago. If I could have met you earlier... I'm sorry."

It was obviously just an ordinary sentence, but when it was said by "Ye Qingyuan" at this time, it was as if a million evil cultivators from the demon sects were stabbing Zhang Ting madly, making him cry.

Looking at Zhang Ting's current appearance, Liu Xiaoqiang suddenly felt not so uncomfortable.

Sure enough, the way to make yourself happy is to find an unhappy person.

Feeling that his mood had recovered a lot, he looked at Ding Dazhuang, who was full of tension, and said seriously: "I forgive you."

(End of this chapter)