The Chunyang player guarded for an hour, and the body of the military woman was still lying at the foot of Mount Hua.

No matter how the player resurrected her, the other party was indifferent and had no reply.

"Don't the dead speak..."

The Chunyang player was really panicked: "Aren't you? You are so principled? You can say one life and you can live?"

"Get up!"

"Hey, you're not playing?" The player kept sending texts, but the deceased never replied.

The players of Chunyang waited more and more, and the news was swept through page after page, but Junniang just refused to resurrect and was very stubborn.

This made him feel a little sad, realizing that the other party was playing the game, really treating the game as a life, and really setting rules for himself to strictly enforce them.

If you die, you will never be resurrected. If you die, you will really die.

And he killed the other party's only life in the game.

"Sorry, isn't this life good?"

"You don't have to be so serious. Can you click on the resurrection?"

Chunyang was a little anxious, suddenly thought of something, and said, "No, it's not resurrection! This is not death, this is serious injury! You click on the healing place!"

He suddenly thought that since the other party was so serious, he had to give him a step.

Just so happens that this game player actually has no real saying of death, and all deaths are seriously injured.

"You're wrong! You're still alive, healing your wounds!" Chunyang was suddenly stunned, and then thought that the other party's character had all his martial arts.

According to short contact, even if you fall to death, it is only a serious injury, not a death, the other party will not use the qi to heal the wound, because the other party respects his personality very much.

The one who made the mistake was himself. It was because he was too disrespectful, it was because he didn't understand the other person enough, and it was because he treated him as a real life to cherish him.

For a moment, he felt extremely guilty.

"Don't do this... OK! OK I understand! I'll ask someone to save you now, hold on!" The Chunyang player said, and hurriedly took out his cell phone and called his relatives and friends of the gang.

He was looking for a demon show player, and only sects such as Wanhua Five Poisons and Seven Show have the ability to resurrect.

"It's so late, I'm sleeping, what are you doing?" a man said on the other end of the phone.

"Go online quickly! Life is at stake!" the player Chunyang shouted.

"What? Are you killed by someone?" the friend said in a daze.

"I killed a military lady, come and save her!" The Chunyang player briefly said what he encountered in the snowy mountain.

After hearing this, my friend couldn't help but laugh, "Hahaha, drama artist, this is not..."

"This is what I call playing games, come on!"

My friend said, "What are you anxious about? She doesn't want to be resurrected, so why bother? I know this kind of player is just a small account. When she changes her account, she will start another life."

But Chunyang players don’t care and insist on his friend to go online to save people.

"Hurry, she is seriously injured now and may die at any time!" Chunyang said.

After hearing this, my friend laughed and said, "Damn, you are so second-class? Even if she is lying on the corpse for a year, she can still get up."

He went up very slowly. When he arrived at the realm of Chunyang Palace, he suddenly found that Chunyang Palace was gone!

Tai Chi Square and Shuwang Peak all disappeared!

"Hey? Your map has been changed?" said his friend.

"without……"

"Why didn't it change? Where did your Chunyang Palace go? Why is this mountain bald? Have you moved to the swordsmanship platform? I'll go and take a look." The friend said curiously.

"Don't run around, come here!"

The Chunyang player did not care about his sect at all at this moment. With his strong insistence, his friend had to rush to him.

But after running for a while, he said, "You are too remote. I'm so angry. Come and pick me up."

The Chunyang player had no choice but to run over to pick up the other party, and the two flew to the corpse together.

However, when I came over and saw that the body was gone.

"Where? Where is the military mother?" said Yao Xiu's friend.

"It's too late...she's dead." The pure Yang player said in a low voice.

"Isn't it just going offline?" Yao Xiu's friend said disapprovingly.

Chunyang player said uncomfortable: "No, she is very serious. Since she is seriously injured and has lost all her martial arts and cannot save herself, she can only be rescued by others. But it is still too late. Her offline means that she feels that she has been seriously injured for too long and will die... A person has only one life, and she will die if she dies, and she will not go online again..."

"Ah? There is also this way of playing? Do you need to be so serious?" said the friend.

"Of course it's so serious. Do you think I'm joking with you? She's so serious. I understand her, but I understand it too late..." The Chunyang player's tone was low.

I felt that the other party’s voice was wrong, and my friend said unexpectedly: “Uh… do you like her?”

Chunyang said quietly: "Her dancing posture is beautiful and her eyes are even more beautiful."

The friend said speechlessly: "Oh, aren't they all the same? Isn't it just that dancing looks good? I'm also dancing looks good. I'll pass it on to you!"

As he said that, his demon show began to circle and even released a period of Queen Mother's waving her sleeves.

However, this seemingly gorgeous dance did not make him interested at all, but instead made him cherish the irreproducible dance before.

Chunyang stood on the snow peak, silently checking the ID of the military mother just now, and found that there was no such person, which means that she had deleted the number.

"Hahaha..." He laughed sadly. The dance and that person were so unique that no one could replace him.

When I recall it now, everything is like a dream.

"Different...you are different." He whispered.

"Why are different? By the way, you said she was Jun's mother before? No, why did Tiance jump? Are you afraid you are not dreaming?" The friend said strangely, wondering if he was hit by reality and had hallucinations.

Chun Yang was also surprised by this. At this time, an announcement of the suspension of the server appeared in the game.

Due to major bugs, a large amount of building data of the entire sect disappeared. In order to ensure that the player data is not lost, the server was suspended urgently to fix the bug.

"Emergency suspension, is there a big bug?" the friend murmured.

Chunyang was also lost his mind. He didn't care about sect construction and other things. He just thought that if the dance just now appeared because of a bug, wouldn't it be impossible to see it again in the future?

"I just said why didn't I see Chunyang Palace when I came here? I was so dizzy that the sect could even lose data! No, is Xiufang gone either?" the friend said in surprise.

But Chunyang no longer cared, and he silently withdrew from the gang.

"Damn, why did you give up? What are you doing?" the friend said in surprise.

"I won't play anymore. All the fun of this game is not as good as the previous dance. I regret it. I didn't understand her earlier." The Chunyang player said, directly from his menopause and then went offline.

My friend said anxiously: "Don't, you're going to have sex now? Look for her! Check her ID, go to the forum to ask, and go to various groups to ask, and you can always find it."

Chunyang said: "I will look for it, but here, this Tang Dynasty, the military lady who can dance fan dance will not appear again."

...

After a dozen hours of driving, Mo Qiong was basically operating a computer.

By Dengzhou, more than a dozen countries in the low-dimensional world completed large immigration. Except for people from extremely distant countries, people from central countries basically entered the mc world.

The current population of mc world is about 10 million, and large-scale construction is underway.

Those who have never learned magic also rely on the advantages of living people to get a lot of resources, buildings, and especially npcs that can generate infinite items from various game worlds.

At this moment, there are countless pavilions, towers, fireworks, water pavilions, forest gardens, and ancient temples in the mc.

Apart from remote areas, the main places where low-dimensional people live have become earth-shaking, and the once vague block world has gradually been transformed into a real world.

Those mosaic-like pictures can basically be seen only in the sky, and the land is covered with stone slabs paved by low-dimensional people, and the clarity is directly to the movie level.

High-definition game materials are constantly being mixed with the mc world blocks, improving the picture quality of the entire world.

These materials from the game can be multiplied by putting them on the desktop and then right-clicking to copy them. Therefore, the buildings in Sanli of Jianwang are mainly those with blue bricks and red tiles, carved dragons and painted buildings.

The buildings that have been copied countless times, demolished and rebuilt, can be built with countless styles of buildings.

While relocating a large amount of high-definition game supplies, several low-dimensional people who interacted deeply with the players died there.

Because even if they repeatedly say that they are afraid of death, players will not really think that they are afraid of death, and in the end they often cause many tragedies.

However, Mo Qiong recycled these corpses and resurrected them, allowing them to learn more about the earth's literature, such as poetry, songs, carvings and paintings, literature and music, and wait for future use.

"That's it, tsk, my neck is sore."

Mo Qiong took a car for a day and played with a computer for a day. His waist and neck were sore. After saying goodbye to the driver, he returned to school with his computer bag on his back.

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Chapter completed!