Li Song scratched his head and said modestly, "But my marksmanship is not good, I hope the great god will take me."

The great Chinese god ran in front, and Li Song followed closely behind.

Boom~~

The airdropped plane passed over Li Song's head, and the two of them looked up at the sky at the same time at 45 degrees.

"We are so poor, we can only fight for airdrops." said the Great Chinese God.

"I'll listen to you."

"The airdrop is not far from us. Just cross the hillside and come with me!"

"Okay." Li Song felt like he was holding his thigh. This Chinese master looked so professional!

"Stop!" The great Chinese god squatted behind the stone on the hillside and raised his hand to signal Li Songstop.

"God, have you discovered the enemy?" Li Song asked.

The great Chinese god pointed to the smoked airdrop and said, "You go and pick up the airdrop, I'll set up a gun for you."

"God, don't treat me as a target for living. This is a virtual battlefield. If I die, there will be no Li Song in the world."

There was a flat horse in front of him. If someone ambushed, Li Song felt that he would die.

"Don't you believe my shooting skills?" the great Chinese god questioned.

"No, I just think it's better for us to pick up this airdrop together, so that everyone will feel safe." Li Song wouldn't be so stupid as to pick up the airdrop himself.

"You know a basket, a rookie. You have to go alone to pick up an airdrop, and someone has to mount a gun. Do you understand? This is a tactic." The great Chinese god said impatiently.

"Then you go, I'll set up a gun for you the same." Li Song said.

"I really believe you! You have the Eight Sects of Dunjia and the Super God Sniper set up a gun for you. What are you afraid of?" The great god of China urged.

Li Song gritted his teeth and endured the huge psychological pressure, saying, "I can go and pick up the airdrop, but the supplies in the airdrop belong to me."

The great Chinese god agreed very readily, "No problem!"

The great Chinese god looked at Li Song who was rushing to the airdrop and snorted coldly, "Rookie, I don't care about your airdrops. What I want is the mysterious gift package given by the system after the killing, airdrop? Who cares about it!

Whoosh~~~

A Voldemort, who was squatting in the air, felt a breeze blowing by, and his cheeks chilled, "Is it because I was dazzled? It seemed that something had run over."

Li Song was as fast as a wind, and his speed was amazing. If Li Song kept his pace, it would be difficult for Voldemort to find Li Song.

At this moment, an enemy on the hillside and a Voldemort on the grassland were squatting in the airdrop.

But Li Song was not found.

When Li Song stopped and was about to pick up the airdrop, gunfire sounded...

Li Song plundered the airdrop in the rain of bullets.

A quadruple, one, one, 100 rounds, 5.56 bullets, and one...

Li Song frowned, "What is a fantasy masturbator? How could such a weird thing fall in the airdrop?"

Bang ~~

When Li Song was lost, he was hit in the head by an enemy on the hillside with a fatal 98k bullet!

For a moment, Li Song felt that he had passed by the world.

He's finished.

The severe pain pressed Li Song's nerves, and he could even see the cracked brain.

Is this something like tofu, its own plasma?

Li Song fell to the ground, with two big eyes open, his brain lost the ability to control his body, and the central nerve in his spine emitted signals, causing Li Song to twitch all over.

The system said, "Li Song, you're done, you are the host I follow for the shortest time, rest in peace..."

For some reason, Li Song was hit on the head and had a brief sense of consciousness. He regretted and was more annoyed. He shouldn't have listened to the so-called great Chinese god. Now, what should I do if Yueyue is still in kindergarten?

Li Song left tears of sadness, and slowly, his consciousness became blurred and his eyelids became heavier. In the end, Li Song left with regret and concern...

"Hey, hey, hey? Are you pretending to be dead? Don't occupy the pit and don't poop, wake up!"

Vaguely, Li Song felt someone pushing his shoulders. He slowly broke away his eyes and saw the familiar network administrator.

Li Song blurted out, "Brother Network Manager, how did you die?"

"I'll kill you!" The network administrator grabbed Li Song's ear and saw Li Song scolding him angrily, "Boy! Why don't you get out if you don't pay the Internet fee?"

"Aren't I dead?" Li Song ignored the pain of the Internet administrator's ear-pulling pain, touched his warm face, and there were a few drools on the corner of his mouth.

"You are dead! The whole family is dead! The dead thing!" The network administrator was scolded by Li Song for no reason, and was ready to teach Li Song a lesson.

Before Li Song recovered, he looked at the familiar environment around him and said happily, "Haha, I wasn't dead? I wasn't dead!"

The network administrator loosened Li Song's ears and showed suspicion in his eyes. He subconsciously took a few steps back, walked to the counter, and called the mental hospital, "Hey? Is the mental hospital in the city center? I have someone here who is playing games and playing crazy."

The system said at this time, "Congratulations to the host! Punishment for successfully completing the task!"

"System, what does this mean? Haven't I been killed by a headshot in the virtual battlefield?"

The system explained, "Li Song, from the beginning, you have ignored the two most important words, what is 'virtual'? It is simulation, imitation, non-existence, so there will be no real deaths in the virtual battlefield."

"Okay, you system, you actually lied to the task punishment! I want to complain to you! Since no one dies, why do you still say so mysterious?" Li Song complained.

The system smiled coldly, "It's like this. The punishment for the failure of a 10,000 yuan mission was originally called 'Death Pressure', which means that the host will endure the pressure of death and complete a game in the virtual battlefield. Everything we do is to make the host feel the fear of death, and it is not really to let the host risk his life to accept the punishment."

After the system explained this, Li Song understood, "Actually, I should have thought of it for a long time. Judging from the system's reward and punishment system, how could a death penalty occur if a task punishment of 10,000 yuan is a death penalty? It's like buying a life of 10,000 yuan, which is too unreal."

The system said, "Actually, in the virtual battlefield, the great Chinese god you met also indirectly reminded you, but you were afraid of death at that time and did not pay attention to what he said. The great Chinese god said that after finally coming to the virtual battlefield, you have a brain problem. Do you still remember this sentence?"

Li Song nodded, "Of course I remember. At that time, I thought this great Chinese god was just a fool. If I killed someone, I would quickly escape from the virtual battlefield. Are you waiting to be killed?"

"The Great God of Huaxia is an old host. He has been to the virtual battlefield twice, so he knows the rules of the virtual battlefield, and knows that the more players he kills, the rarer the gift packages he burst out. Most importantly, this Great God of Huaxia knows that the virtual battlefield will not cause real casualties!"

"Then isn't this 10,000 yuan mission punishment a reward? I already know that a 10,000 yuan mission punishment is now. I deliberately failed the mission, and then got the virtual battlefield ticket and went to the gift package inside." Li Song felt that if this happened, the system would have loopholes.

"When you know the rules of the virtual battlefield, the virtual battlefield will be automatically divided into rare props. When you do mission punishment in the future, there will be no virtual battlefield tickets." The system said.

"By the way, I picked up a fantasy masturbator from the virtual battlefield airdrop. What is this? It feels so naughty and evil." Li Song said curiously.

I'm sorry to have been waiting for everyone after returning from a business trip. From today on, I will guarantee two updates every day, and three updates from time to time. I will prove it as evidence. I will be punished by breach of trust and ask readers to supervise it.

Also, I would like to thank Qidian user A for the reward of 1,000 Qidian coins (I am really too busy recently, I just saw my brother’s reward today.)

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I am deeply sorry for the inconvenience caused by single updates or interruptions, but I still understand it.
Chapter completed!