Realistic Game

　　"The magnificence of the human world, coupled with the elves, adults, villains, dwarves, and gods that presumably should and should exist, is it really a joint product of the five major nations?

　　 There is only one server, and millions or even hundreds of millions of people are playing the game at the same time. How many story lines have to be made, and the story lines affect each other, collide, and change the players..."

　　 The more Mo Lan thought about it, the more he was amazed in his heart, but in a blink of an eye, he put it aside and quickly climbed up to the big tree in front of him.

After a closer look, he found that the location was much better than he had imagined. He immediately got down from the tree, found a rock and smashed it, found a flat and sharp one, and went up the tree again, combed the branches, and smashed them. Cut, and quickly cleared the barely enough area on a tree branch.

　　 Looking up at the sun gradually descending, Mo Lan moved more and more quickly, fumbled around on his body, and pulled out some twine from his clothes and rubbed them together.

　　 When he was ready, he walked east and looked for a slightly taller piece. On it, he looked for a shrub with the thickness of a thumb. He stretched out his hand and cleaned it, leaving only the bare trunk.

　　 The bushes bend, feel the strength of the rebound, and then remove the dead branches and leaves from the ground next to them, exposing the fine black soil below.

　　Broken a small branch and bent it into the ground to make it look like an arch, and then bend the shrub that had been bald before, tie it with the hemp rope prepared in advance, and arrange it in a trap in a blink of an eye.

　　 Mo Lan understands that if the fourth brother in the forum really says, then the world will be extremely real.

Then the usual methods of playing games and killing monsters will not work in real games, just like the reality of this junk game, what you can’t play will not provoke you, will not appear in front of you, and those who attack you can always be killed. yours.

　　 In this case, you can only use hunting methods to kill monsters, so that you can get enough experience to fill up the experience bar of the ink cartridge as soon as possible, so that Mo Lan can get a glimpse of the secrets in it.

　　 Coincidentally, this is exactly what Mo Lan, who grew up in Xiaoshan District, is good at. There are no technical problems.

　　 Thinking of this, Mo Lan continued to do it, laying down five bird traps in a row, until the twine ran out.

　　 Back under the big tree before, sitting on the ground, using sharp stone chips to begin to dismember the hungry wolf and the roe deer's skin, meat, bones, and teeth.

　　 The smell of blood gradually permeated the forest. After a while, Mo Lan felt as if there were more eyes around him, and there seemed to be beasts watching in secret.

　　 The skin on the hungry wolf was taken off by Mo Lan, and it was in tatters of varying thickness.

　　 Use stones to scrape off the remaining flesh and blood, and then hung it on a branch. The breeze blows slowly, and the smell of blood continues to spread.

　　 The forest was deadly silent, and Mo Lan seemed to be unaware of it, and his back casually exposed to the bushes, like a piece of ham that was constantly exuding fragrance, making the beast about to move.

On the way back after hanging up the wolf skin, Mo Lan still mixed his left foot with his right foot, and he staggered to the ground, and suddenly fell to a panic, his face changed drastically, his hands and feet were in a mess, and the whole body sent out a signal that I was a weak chicken. .

　　Hu!

　　 At this moment, the strong wind roared, and a strong green wolf leaped out of the bushes, the wolf kiss widened, and the fierce fangs pointed directly at the back of Mo Lan's neck.

But Mo Lan, who was panicked, suddenly clenched his fist at this moment, and a curved fang protruded from between his fingers, swiping his fist, and the curved fangs were like a sharp dagger directly towards the soft abdomen of the green wolf. .

Once 　　 is hit, the green wolf scratches lightly, severely cuts its stomach, and died of severe injuries.

　　 Hunter's strength lies in his patience and acting skills. Mo Lan's courage and acting skills make people think that he is a rookie.

　　 The relationship between the hunter and the prey is quietly changed in this illusion.

　　 "Die to me!"

　　 Mo Lan gave a low voice.

　　 Green wolf dodge, miss.

　　 Mo Lan played GG.

　　 However, Mo Lan is really a man.

　　 died in the intense pain, and resurrected in the afterglow of the pain. The wolf tooth in his hand fell to the ground, and Mo Lan simply and simply rushed towards the green wolf, clinging to it tightly.

　　 The previous scene repeats itself again, although this green wolf is much stronger than the hungry wolf before, but alone and weak, it quickly fell into a passive state.

　　 "As long as I die fast enough, the prey will never escape from the palm of my hand."

Mo Lan seemed to adapt to some pain and quickly resurrected. He skillfully blocked the blue wolf's mouth and paws with the less deadly parts of the body, then squeezed the blue wolf's eyes and throat with his fists, and hit the soft blue wolf with his knees and elbows. abdomen.

After 　　 died again, the familiar white smoke rose up, and then all fell into Mo Lan's body.

　　LV0: 17/100

　　 At the next moment, the 17 points of experience in the experience bar disappeared directly and appeared in the ink cartridge instead.

　　 "Seven o'clock, beautiful, now there is twenty-eight o'clock, only seventy-two gaps are left."

　　 Mo Lan looked at the corpse of the green wolf on the ground, looked at the ground, still braving the hot blood, and looked forward to it.

　　 "It will be soon."

　　What is hidden in the ink cartridge?

　　 No hurry, fast, fast.

　　 Click to resurrect.

　　LV0:0/100＞LV0:0/100

　　 Looking at the unchanged experience bar, Mo Lan stroked his chin triumphantly.

　　 "As long as I don't have experience points, you can't deduct my experience points. I really am a genius."

　　 After feeling good for a few minutes, Mo Lan picked up the green wolf against his shoulders.

　　 The green wolf was dead and heavy, but Mo Lan didn't care. He left the stream and walked far away.

　　 didn't go far and stopped in a clearing, holding the broken stone and awkwardly decomposing the corpse of the green wolf, sitting next to the bush with his back facing the bush, holding the green wolf with both hands.

The smell of blood permeated, and Mo Lan tried his best to act like a weak chicken with no hunting experience. His whole body, especially the attractive back and the back of his head, exudes a breath, as if Say, I am a weak chicken, I am a weak chicken, I am a weak chicken...

　　 "Hey, I'm so amazing. It's so lively and vivid. People will know that this is an unsuspecting weak chicken. Oscar owes me a golden figure."

In the sigh of 　　, danger approached silently, after all, no beast could refuse the seductive back of his head.

　　 The leopard appeared silently, sprinting across the bushes and appearing behind Mo Lan in one bite, and his spine shattered.

　　 Without waiting for the leopard to enjoy the food, Mo Lan has been resurrected again and directly pounced on the leopard.

　　 But compared to the green wolf's attack again, the leopard dodged and looked at Mo Lan suspiciously. The next moment it turned into a yellow afterimage and disappeared between the forest, the speed was so high that Mo Lan's eyes could not catch it.

"So fast!"

　　 Mo Lan's astonishment blurted out, his expression unconcealed.

　　 "What kind of leopard, has such a fast speed and is so stable, I am obviously a weak chicken, has my true strength been leaked?

　　 Alas, the wolf is still cute, think about it. "