Male God, a Little Su

Ding--

The private chat dialog was poked, from Yutian.

Yutian:

【Aren't you angry? These people are old drivers, and they joke endlessly, but there is no malicious intent. 】

[If you are not happy to tell me, I will scold them. 】

【exist? 】

Ayao:

[It’s okay, I didn’t take it to heart. 】

When seeing this reply, Yu Tian was in a complicated mood. He raised his eyebrows, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Yutian:

【You really don't care? 】He asked deliberately.

Between the lines, you can feel a strong sense of ridicule.

Su Yan sneered and asked him: [Then how do you want me to answer? It's just a joke, shouldn't you be serious? 】

Yu Tian was lighting a cigarette, and when he saw this sentence, his hand shook, almost not burning his fingers.

"hiss--"

He took a deep breath, looked at it and smiled.

Will he be serious? In the game, just play.

Yutian:

【how come? I was just worried that you would be unhappy. Since you didn't take it to heart, then I'm relieved. 】

[Oh, by the way, I may not have time to take you to upgrade recently. If you need it, go to the group and call someone to take you. Everyone is very enthusiastic. 】

This is Yutian's usual method, first cool down, wait for a while, wait until the other party knows his importance, and then slowly approach. At that time, he won't believe that he can't take her down!

The scene was once very rigid.

After being in the cold for about ten minutes, the other party answered him slowly.

Ayao: [Oh. 】

His perfunctory and indifferent attitude almost didn't make Yu Tian vomit blood.

He resisted the urge to question, and after a long time, he choked out a word: "Fuck..."

wait! I can't believe I can't get you.

...

Unfortunately, he didn't know at all.

From the moment he appeared, he was no longer a hunter, but a prey who fell into a trap without knowing it.

Even smug about it.

...

"Snapped--"

The light in the bedroom dimmed, only the warm yellow halo from the wall lamp.

In the gray-blue bedroom, the man sat in front of the computer and slowly opened the game.

It was the familiar ancient style game interface, and the four big characters of ink style jumped up.

【Fantastic Dreams】

If you are careful, you can see a line of inconspicuous small characters in the lower right corner.

Qimeng Xianyuan beta version, for internal use only.

The biggest difference between the game interface and ordinary players is that there are many more options and correction systems.

After dealing with a bug, Qiao Ye took a sip of the coffee next to him.

A man in blue clothes with a flute in his hand stood quietly by the lake. The moonlight shines on the lake, and the wicker floats gently in the wind.

Each frame is cut enough to be used as a wallpaper.

Ding--

Ayao: [is that you? ! 】

Ayao: [You seem to like haunting at night? 】

A Yao: [Boss, when can you cancel your vendetta against me! 】

Qiao Ye was taken aback and looked at the private chat column.

He has passed the point of forgetting to eat and sleep to play games. Now that he is online, most of the time he is fixing bugs or improving the system.

This account, except for the studio, will not have any players who will privately chat with him.

Just one glance, a faint smile appeared in his indifferent eyes.

The gentleman is in the wild: [Seeing that I dare to come here, not afraid that I will kill you? 】

Ayao: [You won't! 】

The Yinxian dressed in purple quietly fell beside him and sat down cross-legged.

The gentleman is in the wild: [Oh? 】

A Yao: [Intuition! A big guy like you, what sense of accomplishment can you get from killing a trumpet like me who has not yet reached the full level? 】