Erlang Zhenjun raised his head, as if he wanted to deliberately distract He Yuting, and he turned to the other two people in the trio, "Let's go out and reset the copy and fight the Sky Weeping Forest again." ”

Meat T: "Okay, good! No matter what Erlang Zhenjun says, he will raise his hands and feet in approval.

Xueyin continued to play the function of Longwen's complaint: "There are red names outside, many red names. "The implication is that you have to exit the quest to reset it, but it's still a question of whether they can get out alive and stand at the door.

"It's okay," Erlang Zhenjun said coldly, "I told the red names outside to be scattered." If there are still a few undead people who insist on staying, kill them. ”

The trio's eyes widened.

"Great, great...... You are already the leader of the martial arts alliance that commands the world? Meat T asked weakly.

Jiro Zhenjun coldly stares at the meat T. "Most of those red names are unknown onlookers in our gang. I came out to clarify that I wouldn't lose the secret, and they dispersed. For them, they just want to watch the excitement and fish in the muddy waters. ”

"Gang? So fast...... There is a gang? He Yuting lost her voice and said, "Could it be the gang you created?" "Powerful players are usually crowded in the center, and in order to strengthen communication and connection, a gang is formed. And Erlang Zhenjun looks like the head wolf-level figure in the wolf pack.

Erlang Zhenjun's amber pupils flowed with a wave of heterochromatic ripples, and he asked He Yuting, "You haven't joined the gang yet?" ”

"yes, yes." Meat T sticks in sideways. "None of us joined the gang."

Xueyin's state of complaining continued: "The great god didn't ask you. ”

Erlang Zhenjun looked at He Yuting intently: "Do you want to join our gang?" ”

He Yuting was dizzy for a moment because of his focused gaze, and then she noticed that he used "we" instead of "mine". In other words, he is not the founder of the gang, and may just be an ordinary gang member. But with the strength of Erlang Zhenjun, in the game gang in the real world, how can he mix the level of an elder and deputy patriarch.

He Yuting hesitated.

There are many gangs. He Yuting also joined the gang with her friends when she used to play Sword Three. But it's a small gang of relatives and friends, so the relationship is still harmonious. After the senior year, everyone interned for internships, started businesses, and basically no one played games anymore. The small gang of relatives and friends existed in name only. Occasionally, He Yuting also went online to take a look, and later only went to the post bar to see the post. The game history of Sword Three is basically composed of some 818 dramas of "love and hatred of children in the rivers and lakes", and it is also basically inextricably linked with those big gangs who can be named.

Many of the scandals are actually caused by gang executives who get carried away. Maybe it's because when people reach a certain height, they are particularly attracted to the eye, attracting right and wrong. This is especially true of gangs. He Yuting coaxed, not wanting to get involved in any right and wrong.

Jiro Zhenjun seemed to see her timidity and reassured, "We're just a small gang. Everyone gets together to play dungeons, and more often than not, they act alone, and there is no mandatory requirement to join the gang. "In fact, there is not much mandatory, and people will come together automatically.

He Yuting thought that the gang was not entirely bad. Once the power of the masses is mobilized, the effect is extraordinary. Online games are about human-machine interaction with everyone. Upgrading, fighting monsters, and dropping equipment are actually secondary things, and it is more about the interaction between people, which is a kind of online socialization.

Moreover, the number of players in this gaming world is not large. He Yuting recalled the loneliness of being the only one in the beautiful scenery when she stood in the sea of flowers in the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers and looked around. She shivered slightly, as if she wanted to shake the chill off her body.

"Alright, let's go into the gang."

"Ding!" The system prompt soon came, and an exclamation mark appeared in the lower right corner of He Yuting's vision. She looked at Meat T and Blood Yin again, and just by looking at Meat T's smiling expression, she knew that they must have also received an invitation to join the gang. He Yuting clicked on the exclamation mark, and a small dialogue window popped up in the center of the virtual realm.

"Player Erlang Zhenjun invites you to join the gang to dominate the world, agree to please click yes, refuse please click no."

He Yuting nodded yes. A huge chat window popped up, and a dizzying amount of text rolled up and down. He Yuting clenched her eyes in pain, and she could still see the window where the words kept flashing. It's like someone squatting down in an instant, holding her shoulder with one hand and gently patting her back with the other.

"Little Five," Erlang Zhenjun said in a calm voice, "all the data in the Void Realm is in your mind, not what you actually see with the naked eye. What is in the void can be controlled by the mind, and you have to use your imagination. ”

He Yuting covered her eyes and tried several times.

"Take a few deep breaths and calm down first. Don't rush. ”

This voice was like a spontaneous spring in the darkness, bubbling by, but it guided He Yuting in the right direction. The speed of the text tumbling slowly slowed down, and before long, it could roll up and down as He Yuting wanted. By the time He Yuting closed the window, she had learned how to selectively browse the text messages she wanted to see, and how to set browsing prompts.

It is simply a process of evolution from ape-man to modern man.

He Yuting wiped off a layer of sweat on her forehead and recovered from the headache that had just exploded. She raised her head and smiled at Erlang Zhenjun. "Thank you for the reminder."

Erlang Zhenjun's eyes shrank.

He Yuting couldn't help but widen her eyes. If it weren't for the fact that the distance was quite close, she wouldn't have noticed Jiro Zhenjun's pupils constricting at all. Moreover, except for the sudden tightening of pupils, He Yuting never saw anything unusual from Erlang Zhenjun. She couldn't help but ask, "Erlang?" Did we know each other before? ”

"I don't know." Erlang Zhenjun said, staring at He Yuting firmly, as if he wanted to uncover the mask of the system face, and see the true face of He Yuting who gave up without nostalgia after more than 300 years in a row. "If you name your real name, it could be someone I knew before."

He Yuting looked at him. "You've been looking for someone?"

Erlang Zhenjun raised his eyebrows in surprise and did not answer.

He Yuting was even more curious about him. "Why don't you tell me your real name?" He Yuting asked in turn, "Maybe I'll know you." ”

Jiro Makoto's amber eyes grew darker, and his smile looked like a sunny doll soaked in a drizzle. At the same time, his hand slipped away from He Yuting's shoulder. He Yuting's head turned slightly to the side because of this small movement, and she felt the coolness brought by the separation of her palms.

"My name?" Erlang Zhenjun stood up, spear in hand, majestic. He looked down at He Yuting with an indifferent expression, if he couldn't look closely, no one would find a dim shadow under his eyes, which was a combination of desolate, sad and desperate colors.

"I forgot." Erlang Zhenjun said, and his expression became indifferent. When he looked at He Yuting, he no longer had surprise and warmth, but returned to the indifferent state of asking He Yuting "who are you" at the beginning.

He Yuting felt some kind of invisible injury.