The lord is red again

"What exactly is a hidden door?"

"Plot?"

My husband took off his helmet and turned on the air conditioner in the room, but he still sweated on his forehead after wearing the helmet for a long time.

He had already purchased relevant accessories online, but there seemed to be something wrong with the nearby express delivery service. It took two days of delivery but still could not be delivered to him.

"You shouldn't encounter scammers, right?" Online craft masters sometimes deceive people. Whether you encounter them depends on the other person's conscience and your own luck.

But his mind was always on the iron door in the Xingzi Mine in "The Ring of Doomsday".

After I went to the bathroom and washed my face, I went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of drink, and then I turned on my phone and started browsing.

If he didn't have to go to work, he would be almost out of touch with the real world because of his addiction to games. His colleagues would send a lot of gossip and complaints about his boss. He used to like reading it, but now he is too lazy to pay too much attention.

Cyber ​​mining is still interesting in the game.

They also open black groups for communication, but since you can only chat using the official built-in functions after wearing the helmet, the main purpose of opening black groups is to organize people to join the account together.

Sometimes we chat, but not much. If you have that time, why not chat while playing games? You can also catch up on your sleep while playing games.

Many female players have said that their skin is slowly getting better after playing this game, and some have cured their insomnia.

"What's going on in Kazhan Town? Are you not going to the main city? Or is there no plot NPC to pick you up?"

"Stop talking, there is a super awesome NPC in Kazhan Town who blocked the road and refused to let you leave."

"That's a good feeling. Let's kill them directly and save you from the sea of ​​misery."

"Kill him. He got a red name before. It showed that he was level 33, and he was also a necromancer. He often stayed in Kachan Cathedral. There is a large cemetery behind Kachan Cathedral. It is conservatively estimated that there are thousands of corpses. There must be corpses, do you know what that means?"

"I'll go, so handsome?"

"What's even more handsome is that he wants to attract us players to join the religion. Do you understand what he means?"

"Change of job?"

Necromancer sounds much more interesting than Spell Wizard.

With a flick of his hand, thousands of troops rushed forward. No player could refuse that kind of scene. If he summoned an undead bone dragon, he could cosplay the Lich King.

After watching "My Huande Won't Lose" for a while, he felt that the people in the group were thinking nonsense. Not to mention the possibility of switching to a necromancer class, it was absolutely impossible to summon a bunch of younger brothers to help everyone.

Games are not designed that way.

He was a little hungry. He took a look at the refrigerator and found that there was nothing to eat in it. He was about to take out his mobile phone to order takeout, but he didn't expect that it already showed that the delivery was successful.

"That's not right." He looked at the pickup location with a slightly unhappy expression.

It was just two days late for delivery, but it was actually delivered to a post station several kilometers away.

When I called him, he was very sincere, but only sincere.

"When can it be delivered?" His tone was not very good.

"The fastest is the day after tomorrow."

"Only a few kilometers away!"

"But it belongs to two areas. We have to send the express back to the center of the area, then deliver it to your area, and then distribute it to the courier."

I don’t usually see you guys following the rules like this.

"Forget it, I'll get it myself."

He had waited too long and didn't want to wait any longer.

After hanging up the phone, my husband took the key and left, taking the trash down with him.

Hop on the tram and have a thrilling ride.

He was not too familiar with the inn station a few kilometers away, so he followed the navigation system and walked zigzag for more than ten minutes before he successfully arrived.

The moment I picked up the goods and got the box, I felt a sense of happiness.

Just as he was leaving, he suddenly noticed a roadside barbecue stall. He wanted to pack a piece of barbecue to take home to eat, so he walked to the boss' stall and ordered.

"Well, that's it, pack it up and take it away."

He turned around and glanced around, saw a plastic chair filled with tiles, and sat down on it.

Feel refreshed both physically and mentally.

"Hey, it was just a joke, what's wrong?"

There was a lot of noise nearby.

There were a few tattooed men who didn't dress properly in the summer, exposing their bellies and wearing their vests like bras. Their faces turned red after drinking. They were making famous gestures with two girls and were very emotional.

"Fuck, are there still people like this?" He had seen it many times on short videos before, and he always felt that even if he missed out on the nine-year compulsory education, he should still have some brains.

Those who tease women on the street really want to go to jail.

I didn't want to take care of it at first, but I didn't expect that those people were getting more and more excessive. The owner of the barbecue stall couldn't stand it anymore and went to stop him. Who knew that those people were like dogs with their tails stepped on? He felt that his domineering and majestic attitude was being questioned, and he turned against the boss. Hit with fists.

"What are you looking at!" Those who hadn't taken action saw my Huantori's eyes were unkind and pointed out their fingers.

What these tattooed men are best at is inserting their left hand into their pocket and pointing forward with their right hand.

The beating became more and more severe, the girl was crying, and the boss was resisting.

"Fuck!" My Huantei stood up, took a quick run and then jumped up.

Before switching to the profession of Spell Wizard and Two-Headed Man, he also fought in close combat with disaster monsters as an undead man with low combat effectiveness.

The skills developed in the life-and-death fight burst out heartily at this moment.

With a flying kick, he knocked over the tattooed man with ribs who was pointing at him. After landing, when the other tattooed man was about to raise his foot to kick him, he quickly caught the other's raised foot with his quick eyes and hands.

The first reaction of ordinary people when seeing a kick is to dodge, but he has experienced too many battles. Seeing that the opponent attacked him with such a big flaw, he couldn't help it.

Grabbing one of the opponent's feet, he swept his right leg at the same time.

"Ouch!" The second tattooed man fell to the ground.

"Nima!" Several other tattooed men also noticed the situation here and rushed towards him aggressively.

My ring-taker would not lose a roll and perfectly avoided the continuous kicks.

The tattooed men were not very good at fighting. When they beat people, they would kick, then kick again, or raise their fists high and smash down, fearing that others would not be able to dodge.

Grabbing the broom on the side, my heart instantly settled down, and at the same time, the familiarity of fighting with a one-handed sword surged into his body.

He rushed into the tattooed men with a broom in his hand and successfully beat the group of people to the ground with his own strength.

The big commotion here also attracted the attention of a group of passers-by.

Most people were watching, but someone shouted, "Don't worry, young man, we've called the police!"

The two girls helped each other to stand up, sniffing, with bright red slap marks on their faces.

"Are you okay?"

"Hiss, it's okay, I just forgot to turn down the pain feedback." My ring-take will not lose subconsciously replied while rubbing his arm, and then he realized that this was not a game.

Soon the police car came, and a group of people were all taken to the police car.

In the police station, my ring-take will not lose very calmly. He was a brave man. Not only did the boss and the two girls help to testify, but there was also a camera to record the whole process.

That night, someone also uploaded a video recorded by his mobile phone of a person holding a broom and sword to a group of social scum to the Internet.

My ring-take will not lose did not know that he seemed to be popular. Even if he knew, he would not care. The real world was less and less attractive to him, but the game was more and more attractive to him.

Even when the two girls took the initiative to add his contact information and came to chat, he was not interested in acting.

What's the point of a woman? He wants to go online to mine!

The resources of the main city are almost gathered. Do you know that nothing is as important as this!

After returning home, he couldn't wait to change the new accessories.

After adjusting it, he lay on the bed.

Next, Yuan Shen - start!