"Let's go, it's too late, but I won't be able to catch up. What if the Longbow Messenger gets off work in a while? ”

Xia Weiran fooled the man.

Work?

In this game, most people won't encounter NPCs leaving work. Coincidentally, the man he doesn't belong to that majority.

There are still doubts in his heart, but time is precious, and the man decides to find his target person first.

Thanking Xia Weiran, he walked in the direction Xia Weiran pointed.

Xia Weiran looked at the man's back and snickered beautifully.

Then, tentatively stretch out your feet towards your target location.

No arrows flew.

Well? Is this really possible?

After the man walked out of a distance, Xia Weiran followed closely.

There really were no arrows coming again.

The man turned around, glanced at Xia Weiran secretly, and then continued to walk.

Relying on the cover of the man, Xia Weiran arrived at his destination smoothly.

This is a palace, I don't know if it was snow and ice, which concealed the original appearance of the palace, or if the whole palace was originally built of ice and snow. What Xia Weiran saw in front of him was a huge world of ice and snow.

In view of Xia Weiran's limited language proficiency, she can only use the following adjectives to describe the scene in front of her and her inner feelings: I go, it looks good! Pretty! Shock!

Therefore, you must study hard, otherwise, at this moment worthy of special writing, you can only sigh: I am not educated!

"No matter, go in first!"

Xia Weiran entered the palace through the gate.

Sunlight has no temperature, but light does not disappear. In Xia Weiran's eyes, everything in the palace was clearly visible.

Columns made of ice bear the palace, and the statues of gods carved from ice are placed in different positions in a mysterious pattern.

Where will God be?

Xia Weiran looked at the highest part of the palace hall, where there was a throne.

Step by step, Xia Weiran came to the throne.

Stretching out his hand, he felt the cold that penetrated deep into his bone marrow.

Almost instantly, Xia Weiran withdrew his hand and immediately completed a standard northeast twist to save his sensory hand.

This temperature is terrifying!

Can you sit in this kind of seat?

Xia Weiran remembered the legend of licking the iron railing in the northeast, and thought: If this kind of low-temperature throne is sitting, will it be glued to the throne?

It's over, I have a picture in my head! Stop! Take back this stupid idea!

While Xia Weiran was thinking nonsense, a person in a blue robe entered the palace and found Xia Weiran: "Who are you?" ”

Xia Weiran was awakened by the sound and looked at the comer.

The other party has a yellow name on his head: Ice Servant.

No way?

Xia Weiran looked at each other, not to mention his handsome face, just the blue robe on his body, throwing off the costume of the prince of pleasure in "Balala Little Demon Fairy" for a hundred streets, this kind of look, is actually a slave?

The other man continued: "How dare you desecrate the throne? ”

Don't dare, don't dare!

Xia Weiran hurriedly trotted all the way, returned to the flat ground from the top of the steps, blinked his eyes, and looked at the ice servant sincerely: "I'm just going up to worship!" ”

The other party's expression softened slightly, and his tone was still stern: "The king's seat, never allow others to defile!" ”

My mother, isn't it just a seat? Look at what you're saying, how do you look like driving? Xia Weiran complained in his heart.

However, the king in the mouth of the Ice Slave is probably his own target, the inheritor of the Northern Tribe's Ice Bloodline?

Xia Weiran inquired about the news with the cold ice slaves: "Where are you kings?" ”

The Ice Slave's expression became sad, with nostalgia for the past years: "King, it has been sleeping for a hundred years. ”

Yes? No way?

Xia Weiran wants to reach out and pull his hair! What bald news! If the king has been asleep for a hundred years, how can he obtain the blood of the other party?

Originally, I wanted to discuss "donating blood" with the other party, but now, wouldn't I have to take a knife to cut the flesh and bleed? But people have loyal servants like the Ice Slave, and I'm afraid that before I show my blade, I will be sent back to life by the Ice Slave with a punch!

"Miserable, miserable with a capital letter!" Xia Weiran mourned for himself.

It was a cold ice slave, and he didn't know what Xia Weiran was making up in his head, he only thought that Xia Weiran was mocking his king: "My king is sleeping for the tribe, there is no need to wait for nonsense!" ”

What did I say?

Xia Weiran wanted to argue.

Looking at the other party's handsome face, Xia Weiran chose to give up: That's it, you are good-looking, what you said is right!

But what's the use of looking good? You can't eat it as a meal!

By the way, does that king have any relatives?

Xia Weiran opened the control panel, checked the mission map, and thought otherwise, he would follow the map guidance, run directly to the target, take the opportunity to stab, and immediately put the blood in the backpack after finishing. If you are hammered to death, you will be hammered to death, anyway, it is already level 0, and you are fearless.

But after opening the map, Xia Weiran was stunned: What about the target?

What about the small dots that originally showed the target?

Gone?

Oh, my God!

Xia Weiran knew that the mission target would disappear. But I'll wait for her to finish her mission and then disappear! At this time, she finally got close to the target location, and the target disappeared, is it too pitiful?

It's okay for you to play a little bit, but you can't let her pit alone!

"What now?" Xia Weiran was a little confused.

The Ice Slave was a little curious about Xia Weiran's control panel: "What are you?" ”

"Control panel, don't you have one? Oh, you're an NPC, you don't. ”

The other party was even more puzzled: "I'm an NPC?" What do you mean? ”

It is a string of data, with no entity, no life, no fixed form and inheritance attributes......

Xia Weiran flashed many definitions in his heart, but he didn't say any of them.

For NPCs, they themselves are living beings, and everyone goes to complete their own script according to the predetermined fate set by the programmer. Perhaps, there will be passers-by like players in life. Perhaps, in a corner that no one knows, he will live this life silently.

Until death, their lives are complete.

In their own world, no one can deny them!

"Why don't you answer me?" The Ice Slave didn't wait for an answer, and his mood gradually began to deteriorate.

Xia Weiran waved his hand: "NPC, it's just that there are people who don't have this, but you have some other things that we can never compare." ”

The "this" she refers to is her own control panel.

Those incomparable things are the inheritance of destiny that they were "born" with, and no player can take away it.

The Ice Servant was very interested in the control panel, but he was a little curious because he had never seen anything like this. For him, this kind of thing is just a dispensable toy. Without such a thing, it would not affect his loyalty to the Ice King in the slightest, nor would it allow his King to wake up from his eternal sleep sooner or later.

"That's it!"

He said so.

In the tone, there was no trace of regret.

In this way,