Kermon woke up.

Looking at the high ceiling, the long-lost sense of relaxation just came to the sky, and I remembered the things in the game again.

It took the player a month, and the highest level has already reached level 180.

Compared to the previous leveling speed, the player's leveling speed is undoubtedly much slower, but considering that the difficulty of this game is different, it is normal to slow down.

If they continue to brush at a rate of one level a day, it will be Kemon who will be killed, but fortunately, they are not at a constant leveling speed.

Even if the whole country studied the way of upgrading, it still took them so long to practice to level one hundred and eighty, and each level after that would take a lot of time and energy, and it would definitely not be easier.

Kemon even thought about unleashing black ghosts and wild monster believers to attack top players, causing them to die and downgrade, and slowing down their leveling speed.

It's a messy approach, but there's nothing to be embarrassed about.

It's just that the transmission of information is a problem, and once the message is too long, it is easy for believers to make mistakes.

After all, the words of the evil gods are full of confusing information, and it is already a great thing for believers to listen to the words of the evil gods and ensure that they are not completely crazy, and it is almost impossible to hear the words of the evil gods.

Last night, Kemon used the Orb of Evil Thoughts as a container to instill his thoughts, and then used his skills to distribute the Believer's quest to transform the container containing the thoughts into a link for the mission.

The idea that that thing carries Kemeng is approaching its limit, and it is impossible to infuse it anymore, so Kemeng can't do new operations for the time being.

There are similar things like the Orb of Evil Thoughts, but there are really not many things that meet the upper limit.

Therefore, Kemeng's believer skills are still difficult to use, there are not enough suitable containers, and too strong containers will cause believers to die directly, and even watching from a distance will cause them to lose their minds.

"Wow!" The round golden retriever dumplings rolled over, stretched out his big tongue, and licked Kemeng's face, licking Kemeng in a daze.

Kemeng slapped the rice balls away.

This guy gives it a face, and he has to rub his nose and lick people, and he needs a little lesson.

Get up and look at the few offerings on the floor.

There were too many offerings in the evening, and Kemon only selected a few, deliberately improving the quality, and could not accept everything.

There are too many sacrifices and I feel unstable, and many sacrifices Kemeng can't be used at all, so he can only be handed over to the Investigation Bureau for processing.

Kemon went to wash his face first, and then came back to collect today's sacrifice.

There are a lot of items, but Kemon wants to make a whole rice ball.

"You can't just lick people with your tongue, you know?" Kemeng patted the hair of the rice balls.

The rice balls didn't move, and I don't know if I heard clearly.

"Did you hear that?"

"Wang!" I didn't hear it.

Hearing the naughty reply of the rice ball, the white sugar next to it shook its wings, feeling that it was going to die.

No, Kemon looked at a pumpkin-faced mask on the floor.

He didn't touch the mask, so he took out the big-faced cat first to see what it was.

The big-faced cat with a dull expression appeared on the scene, with a fat body and a slightly straight body, and its head was always looking up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle.

Kemon was surprised, staring at the big-faced cat continuously.

White Sugar didn't dare to look at the big-faced cat, the object that carried infinite information was too terrifying, and in its worldview, only divine creatures had this amount of knowledge.

White sugar sometimes seems lively, but it always has a heart of awe, awe of evil gods, and awe of the unknown.

It tucked its head into its wings and acted as a sand sculpture.

Tang Yuan silently took out his mobile phone and pressed the shutter on the sand sculpture.

Click.

White flashes flashed.

The white sugar shook his body, the sand fell to the ground unconsciously, and the sand salt worms came out and swallowed the sand on the spot, so uncomfortable.

Outside the house, Shirley was sitting on the lawn, and her mobile phone suddenly rang, and it was the person she followed who had a new update.

Click on the news of station B, and the UP master "Tangyuan" with a golden dumpling avatar released an latest news.

Click to take a look.

"Today's sand sculpture."

The news feed attached a picture of white sugar with snow-white feathers shrunk into its wings as a shrunken eagle.

Below, netizens who have been brushing Xiaopo Station every day left a message: "People just woke up, what posture is this?" ”

"Tangyuan's training skills are getting better and better."

"Suggest to change to: "Shrunken Turtle"!"

Shirley silently looked at the reply of the sand sculpture netizen, and the stiff crystal face was difficult to smile, but if she wanted to laugh, there would still be a slight dimple arc.

Inside, fifteen seconds have passed.

Kemon had a few strange things in his head.

"Weeping Pumpkin Festival Mask"

"Creatures that wear masks are forced to become pumpkin festival ghosts, unrecognizable to those who are familiar with them, and this monster can float and weave through physical walls."

"Side effects: Unable to attack, unable to release skills, unable to use items, and immune to external attacks."

"Side effect 2: Crying easily after transforming."

"Side Effect 3: Each transformation is limited to 24 hours."

After experiencing the strange knowledge given by the big-faced cat, Kemeng smiled slightly and looked at the rice balls playing with selfies.

Tang Yuan is using a capacitive pen to control his mobile phone, and communicate with the majority of sand sculpture netizens about online sand sculpture.

Kemon picked up the yellow pumpkin mask, hid it behind his back with his hands, and slowly walked over it step by step.

Tang Yuan didn't notice it, still immersed in the online world.

Suddenly, Kemon slapped the mask into the golden hair of the rice balls.

This mask has the function of automatically attracting the face and adapting to change the size.

When the mask approached the dog's face, it quickly swelled and fit snugly into the big face of the rice ball.

Then the dog was stunned.

Its whole body swelled, and its golden fur was no longer shiny, and in an instant it turned pale.

The body is no longer spherical, but expands and shrinks rapidly, and the hair shortens and shrinks all the way into the bones.

Eventually, the rice balls turned into a pumpkin-faced kitten, with pale fur all over, reminiscent of words such as cold, and it always exudes the function of cold.

Kemeng couldn't recognize it immediately, and the appearance of the rice balls completely changed from a dog to a cat, so it's strange that he can recognize it.

But because he transforms in front of Kemon, Kemon only needs to remember the appearance of the white-haired pumpkin-faced cat.

"How do you feel about the rice balls?" Kemon asked with a smile.

As soon as the rice balls transformed, their eyes unconsciously moistened, and bean-sized tears rolled down.

Tang Yuan didn't want to cry, but I don't know why, a trace of "I don't want to be a cat" was just born in my heart, and my inner emotions immediately rushed out like a flood that burst the embankment.

"This item is from the level 200 region, you can't resist the rice balls." Kemon said.

Items in high-level areas are often items that will also be affected by glutinous rice balls.

Tang Yuan just burst into tears, looking at Kemeng with tears in his eyes.

The rice balls at the scene are the body of a white-haired cat, and the head is a pumpkin face, which looks a little scary.

The two eyeballs were not physical beads, but pulsing blue ghost fire.

In addition, the body of the glutinous rice balls is ghostly and transparent, semi-floating in the air.