"You're still blowing?"

Mo Qingxue was carrying a broken wine bottle and gently tugging on the inner side of the man's thigh.

"Female hero! Sir! Let me go... I don't know Mount Tai and I bump into you. I'm just a slut, I'm not going to be... not going to be."

The hanging eyed man endured the severe pain on his face and begged for mercy tremblingly.

"Yes, which club are you from? Let me see if I can sell your boss for a favor."

Mo Qingxue asked.

"I am from the Heilong Club in District 8, and Li Dongze and Boss Li from District 9 are also my elder brother's brother."

The man with a penis eye moved out of the underground world of the ninth district.

"Huo? Boss Li's man?"

Mo Qingxue's lips couldn't help but rise, and the other women also smiled.

"I've said it earlier. Today I've been misunderstandings. I know Boss Li, and I'm all my own people. Let's talk about compensation."

Is this surrender?

As soon as Mo Qingxue said this, the man with a sluggish eye seemed to have some confidence, but he didn't dare to express it immediately, but his words were three times cold.

"Just know each other. Today's matter is here first. The compensation is certain. I will wait for you in Boss Li's place another day."

He put down his words and saw that Mo Qingxue had no intention of leaving anyone, so the few people helped each other and left.

"Don't eat anymore, let's go."

Mo Qingxue clapped her hands and came back to get her motorcycle helmet.

“Go to bed early at night.”

After instructing Sun Yao, she took a few people away.

Sun Yao didn't care either, and watched them leave, and looked at the holographic screen again in a blink of an eye.

Countdown 2:39:14.

There were only two and a half hours left after leaving the broadcast. He said goodbye to Yaya, greeted Uncle Ke again, and then walked to the nearby air railway station to go home alone.

His home is actually not close to the food stall, but his mother likes to eat Uncle Ke’s skewers, so she often brings him here.

Sun Yao sat in the air iron, silently looking out the window with colorful neon lights and bustling streets.

Even though he has traveled for a long time, it is still hard to imagine that this is already the only human city in East Asia in the world.

Yes, the place he traveled to was a city rebuilt based on the Xiangjiang River after experiencing the end of the world.

It is a city that has been developed in technology for hundreds of years than his previous life, but has to be threatened and malicious, and can only curl up in the tall walls and tremble.

It is the last gathering place for humans in the entire East Asian continent and the last city of hope for the entire yellow race.

Huaxia City.

When he returned home, Sun Yao couldn't wait to find his virtual reality helmet that he had hidden tightly, and connected it and put it on.

【Start iris scan】

[Iris scan is successful, identity confirmation, citizen of the ninth district of Huaxia City, Sun Yao, number 001358174.]

After a burst of electronic sound certification, Sun Yao appeared in a virtual small room about ten square meters.

There are no doors and windows in the room, except for a leather chair, there is no extra furniture or decoration. It can be described as a home with nothing wall.

The room had a full screen on all four walls. After he entered the room, the same advertisement began to play.

Sun Yao seemed to have gotten used to it and sat in a leather chair and looked at these advertisements boredly.

This is one of the costs he has to pay to get a virtual reality helmet for free. After logging in, he has to watch various advertisements for 10 minutes.

These ads can be recharged to reduce time by members, or you can directly spend credit points to skip them.

Of course, if you are willing to watch more, the system will also settle the corresponding credit point rewards for you based on time.

After the advertisement was broadcast, an operation interface was displayed directly facing his screen. Just above the interface was a long advertisement, and in the middle was arranging the software he usually used, and at the bottom were several recommended software from the system.

However, one of the software icons looks a bit unscrupulous, which makes people feel urge to click in after watching it.

Sun Yao knew that this was one of the gold-selling caves of the virtual network, the entrance to Mixue Biancheng.

Don't ask, I've just been curious...

Pure curiosity!

After all, this is a common problem for men.

His right hand skillfully stroked the void, and a small holographic interface appeared in front of him. Sun Yao clicked on an icon in the shape of ∧.

[Automatic check-in is successful, welcome to Chuangshen 101, your income will be settled after the viewing is over.]

The pleasant electronic sound sounded, and Sun Yao's mood improved a lot.

This is a carnival for the whole nation. It is the only program in the virtual world that not only does not require forced payment, but also benefits during the viewing process.

And the benefits are quite considerable.

But what Sun Yao cares about is not all these benefits.

The five-year Creation God 101 will begin to accept registrations for citizens of the entire Huaxia City the next day after it is launched.

This means that the fruits of the divine tree will soon mature again, and this program of creating gods for all mankind will also usher in a batch of new seeds.

They will use the World Tree Fruit to display a certain character that has appeared in TV, anime, comics, and games, and turn it into their own phantom spirit.

Then, with the faith of the entire human race, we embark on the path to becoming a god.

Sun Yao not only looks forward to the arrival of his first mission reward, but also wants to try it. If possible, can the figure in the dream that has always troubled him? Can it be manifested and become a phantom spirit?

Because he is also his belief, and he is the unchanging hero in the hearts of all Chinese people in his previous life, the Monkey King Sun Wukong!

...

After signing in, the screen in front of Sun Yao showed the same text and countdown as the huge holographic screen in Jiangtan Square.

2:09:14.

"It's still so long."

He looked at the barrage that flashed through the screen, and simply clicked on the paid interface, and five options popped up.

【Two-person venue, 100-person cinema, 100-person venue, 100-person gymnasium, 100-person stadium】

Five options, one is more expensive than the other.

But in fact, he knew that there would be more expensive options when entering a double venue.

After hesitating for a moment, Sun Yao simply bleeded heavily and chose a stadium of 100,000 people.

I finally survived until today, and I wanted the best one. When I returned to the account, would I still be afraid of having no money?

【Please select the support color.】

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, purple, pink, white, black, gray.

The system gives eleven color options.

These colors represent the eleven top retrogrades in the past, and they are the honor of retrogrades.

But at this time, what they represent is only the survivors of the previous session.

Sun Yao looked at it and found that there were only seven colors, only seven of which were clickable.

This is the only remaining retrograde in the second edition of Chuangshen 101, and the support color represented by the support color.

There were 101 people, and only seven were left in the end.

And the first session was only one person left.

Only the one who holds the hope of all his partners and protects the entire Huaxia City with his own strength.

It is conceivable that the cruelty of this end of the world is now.

Although this is a national show, the ones selected were not any actors and stars from the old age.

But a group of extraordinary people who are truly willing to use their lives to protect the last bloodline of the Chinese clan.

In this dark and lightless end of blood.

They inherited human fantasies and carried people's hopes.

They are the chosen ones, but people prefer to call them retrogrades.

Because they always go against the trend when people need themselves.

With blood and life, we built the last Great Wall of mankind.

They burned themselves one after another and became the eternal light of mankind in this dark world.

No one is born a hero.

But in this dark age.

There will always be some people who use ordinary people to create greatness.
Chapter completed!