Players Please Respect Yourself

When a person is applying facial cleanser, it is always easy to have difficulty breathing.

Looking at the snow-white aurora, Wang Hao fell into a state of thinking about life.

The angel Wang Hao in my mind is saying: "Maybe one day, I find that life is particularly difficult, and it may be that the harvest this time will be particularly huge. As long as there is enough time, I believe that there will be a day when I will become more A good self will become a strong person that no one can pit, a giant who dominates one side, and a big boss who can be trusted by his subordinates. I have been working hard! Remember a sentence, the harder you work, the luckier you are..."

The devil Wang Hao immediately reminded: "Life usually gives you a knife, and will kick you again. God will not only close a door, but also pinch your forehead. People who are better and richer than you If you're trying, your efforts will be worthless."

Woohoo, so tangled!

At this time, perhaps because of the brainwashed by the mind flayer's mastermind, Wang Hao clearly sensed that Ashe's body surface temperature was rising, but the bastard Ashe remained motionless.

You are pretending to be dizzy!

I pinch!

Wang Hao stretched out his hand and pinched it, obviously he missed it.

Ai Xi didn't respond, instead, a snake turned into a monster, and groaned.

Ai Xi seemed to be a cat whose tail was blown by stepping on it, and couldn't hold on any longer, she bowed her body and bounced up, with a fake concern expression: "Medusa, did I crush you? "

The demon queen who also failed to pretend to be in a coma blushed: "No, it's okay!"

The three guys with embarrassing expressions somehow remembered and sorted themselves out.

The result was unexpected. Ashe tried to support herself with her hands, but her hands seemed to be cramping, and she obviously made a mistake and pressed crookedly. She slapped and washed Wang Hao's face again. The demon queen was similar, and fell a little. Fortunately, she had pulled out her fangs long ago, otherwise Wang Hao's good friend might have two holes now.

On the contrary, Wang Hao himself really recovered.

Wang Hao found himself careless.

The mind flayer's brain tricks are not so easy to deal with.

It is a terrifying power that can easily burn human brains and explode their brains. Fortunately, the Mind Flayer's spiritual power can't cross space, and it is equivalent to the sand sculpture player Tianke Mind Flayer in disguise. Otherwise, nearly a thousand players, playing vr games in their own homes, suddenly burst their heads and became headless horsemen...

This picture is too cruel!

Of course his company and Microsoft are in huge trouble, and he probably will be finished too.

Wang Hao found that he had fully recovered his physical ability. After thinking about it, the reason why he was not affected as much as the two women was probably because Jason Momoa here only had half his spirit and soul. He is an existence between the player and the exile, and is less affected.

He took a deep breath, pushed away Ashe who almost made him upright, kicked away the snake girl who was useless except for the pyramid, and finally got up.

After thinking about it, it was still a princess who hugged Ashe, whose hands and feet were slightly twitching, and put her on her bed.

For a moment, Ashe was both looking forward to and worrying: if there is no Medusa who gets in the way...

But she immediately realized that he was the cold and cruel Jason Momoa in the full face helmet.

Wang Hao is also very helpless, he is not the owner of the antique city, he calls everything a baby...

The only thing that gave Ashe a little comfort was that.

Jason looked at Snake on the ground, and, well, gave her a blanket.

While Wang Hao was nervously preparing for the expansion of the army, on the other side, underground, a conspiracy was going on.

The leader of the beholders was staring at the puppet-like emissary in front of him with huge yellow eyes. That guy was theoretically still its subordinate, but not a moment ago.

The male dark elf with a fit body and a shiny black body is now a broken doll. He was foaming at the mouth, and an octopus-faced phantom appeared behind him.

The mind flayer said, "We all want to see Jason Momoa's destruction, don't we?"

"Yes, but it's not joining forces with the mind flayer." The leader of the beholders said coldly.

"I know we have a grudge against each other."

"Death!" the beholder emphasized.

In an unknown number of parallel worlds, the two races have been engaged in an eternal war since they knew each other existed.

The reason is simple, beholders and mind flayers are races that need slaves. Mind flayers view slaves as thugs and, if necessary, food. Beholders are motivated by sheer conquest.

The mind flayer could barely continue the conversation, but he poked at the beholder's deathbed from another angle: "He has already declared the hegemony of the desert of the west, and he who defeated four heroes is already half the master .According to the law of this land, as long as you can't defeat him and overthrow his hegemony within three months, then you and your subordinates will suffer a deeper curse of the earth. Doesn't it matter?"

The beholder's huge eye bags twitched slightly.

Its situation is subtly different from that of a mind flayer.

As long as the mind flayer is not defeated or killed, he can continue to make waves in other areas.

It can't, it's nailed deep into this damned land.

Kill the Overlord!

Be the overlord!

This is its only option.

Coupled with its unique arrogance and hatred of all creatures that disobey it, fighting Jason Momoa is its only choice.

The bloody mouth under the beholder's big eyeballs suddenly opened wide, and a tongue with small barbs protruded from the long and sharp teeth, and suddenly roared: "I will not join hands with a mind flayer. But if you want to increase the chances of Jason Momoa's destruction, use your damn mind control ability to control the monsters in the big lake and let me open the way. I don't want my cutie to be washed away before entering that base !"

The black skin controlled by the mind flayer showed a stiff smile: "Deal."

After all, that black-skinned elf's head exploded suddenly.

In front of two monsters with powerful spiritual abilities, his weak brain capacity could not accommodate the simultaneous domination of two overly powerful spirits, and he exploded all at once.

The scene made the corners of the beholder's eyes twitch slightly.

The beholder said disdainfully: "Trash! Come on, clean it up for me!"

The entire underground world was in turmoil, and the beholder's subordinates attacked everywhere, capturing all creatures that could fight and joining the army of beholders.

The forces of the mind flayers quietly withdrew from this area.

Most of the day later, in Abyss City, Wang Hao looked at Daju in front of him: "You said, your distant relatives want to pledge allegiance to me?"

Daju humbly bowed his head and saluted: "Yes! They are underground cave cat people. The humble foragers in the underground world. Their requirements are the same as ours. As long as they can meet basic food and clothing, they are willing to serve the great Lord Momoa .”

"Can!"

This kind of thing is harmless, Wang Hao has considered that the number of cat people is insufficient, and there is a lack of wage earners.

What he didn't expect was that the underground cave cats turned out to be a group of good cooks.