Just as he was deep in thought, a strong wind brushed his hair.

He looked up and saw a Windranger in a dragonhorn helmet on the other side casually tugging at Solidar, the star bow, and winking at himself.

"Run, friend, I beg someone never to hit a stationary target."

Many other "friends" also stood aside and watched him leisurely, looking like watching a monkey show.

"Hey, please, big guy, you-"

"Whoa—"

No sooner had he tried to communicate with the other than a swift shadow pierced his raised right hand, pinning him to the ground in a twist.

Windranger's exclusive skill "Bondage Shot", but this bow drawing speed and accuracy can make Shanes die of shame.

"Don't see a person who is a 'big guy', I'm not familiar with you, don't hug your thighs." ID pouted at the Windranger who wanted not to squirt.

Mu Yan couldn't help but smile bitterly, he forgot that this guy was famous for being "unhappy", and he shouted "I can't play" at every turn, and then put on a dead face. Usually as a friend, he can't feel how fucked up the other party's character is, and now that he has become an opponent, he really wants to strangle him.

However, it could not be beaten at all.

Then another voice came from the crowd.

"Winged boss, fill him up, aren't you afraid of blackening your face when you bully novices like this?"

As soon as you hear it, it's the wrath of a certain Lucky 2 Titan.

"It's windy, and you're as lucky as that guy isn't saved at all."

That being said, a spell with a strong breath of life still fell on him quickly, and the wound caused by the sharp arrow healed instantly, and the magic arrow formed by Solidar was also dispersed.

The "Seed of Life" of the Valley Druids.

"Hey, level 50 mage, whether you can fight or not, give me a quasi-letter."

The druid wings that had healed him came out with his staff on his shoulder, yelling at him impatiently.

Mu Yan resisted his urge to explode and thought about countermeasures.

So the scene cooled down again.

I don't know how long it was, but Xia Mu spoke.

"Mr. Mu Yan, do you want to make a deal with me?"

Trade?

Perhaps seeing his doubts, Shamu explained.

"As long as you give up resistance, I can find a way to send you back."

"Go back? Where to go? ”

"What do you say?" He waved his hand, and the scene changed instantly, and a group of people returned to the ward, looking very crowded.

"Isn't it touching that so many friends in the game are wearing shameful cos suits and come to visit you in the hospital?" He quipped, "I can even tell you some news about 'Age of Light' in advance, so that you can still be the 'Teacher Xia' that everyone admires in that game." ”

"You mean to get me back to Earth?" Mu Yan smiled and said, "The character I created myself still has this ability? ”

"Believe it or not. As long as you're in bed now, reconnect the game compartment and plug in the card again. Xia Mu raised his hand, holding a gilded black card between his fingertips.

"I'll be able to send your consciousness back to Earth and let you see your parents again."

He suddenly stepped forward, his tone seductive.

"Just imagine, leaving the dangerous Lokan and returning to Earth, with my guidance, you may even earn enough money in the game to heal yourself, it is no exaggeration to say that there are more opportunities in the Holy Light Era than in the Twilight Era."

“…… How do you know this? ”

"Who do you think I am? I'm the legendary scholar Shamu. The other man opened his arms. I have all the knowledge of all Lokan, past, present and future. Let me tell you the truth, Lokan's story is not over yet, and the Age of Light is just a continuation of it, so everything you have can be inherited. ”

"Well, think about it."

Mu Yan frowned, and reason told him that the other party was, but ......

The familiar faces in front of him seemed to be inviting him, and he remembered the guys who had sent him their privilege cards at the end of the game, and they were looking at him eagerly in the crowd.

It seems......

Also seems like an acceptable option?

Inadvertently, his will was a little loose, as if the exhaustion and sleepiness of the confrontation for so long all came up in one breath, and even a voice in his head kept hinting to himself: believe him, it's a dead end anyway......

But there was also a weak but stubborn voice shouting hysterically: "Hey! Have you forgotten those who helped you? Have you forgotten those promises you made? Are you so willing to let this person who robbed you of your status as a scholar and then rob you of everything you have worked so hard to gain since you came to Lokan? Even if these are worthless by it, are you really willing?! ”

Everything I had in Lokan...... What have I gained? Friendship with those NPCs?

Seem...... It seems that they have surpassed the boundaries of NPCs to me, and are living individuals.

For example, the cheap teacher Zaix who cheated himself before leaving......

For example, a certain druid patriarch with a lot of sassy and strange sexual fetishes......

For example, Artes, who turned into elemental light......

For example, the female swordsman who has been following her ass, if she leaves, will Sulia become Loran's wife as she did in history?

The thought of this made him very uncomfortable.

It's like...... Just like today, someone tried to take what belonged to them and couldn't do anything about it.

"What about the others? I mean Sulia, Gustavo, them. So he asked.

"They're in the midst of trials, just like you." Xia Mu waved his sleeves, and twenty-three light curtains appeared in the air, which were the appearance of the other twenty-three people participating in the trial.

Surya faced the pressure of the third prince, his expression was as usual, and his face was frosty......

Gustavo is knocked into the air by McTallen's ghostly figure......

Amatho hugged Idriel, tears welling up in her eyes......

Thorin lay motionless in the boat, lest a drop of water splash in......

……

Everyone seems to be facing their own nightmares.

Mu Yan watched quietly, as if he was caught in a memory, his eyes were sometimes dull, sometimes excited.

Xia Mu didn't rush either, and waited as well.

After a long time, he breathed a long sigh of relief, as if he was much more relaxed.

"Just lie down and log in, can I?"

"That's right, as long as you're fully immersed in the game as you normally would."

"I have one more question, who are you?"

Xia Mu smiled slightly.

"As you can see, the legendary scholar Shamu."

Mu Yan's expression was calm and he bowed slightly.

"Then let me confirm one last time, you are the teacher Shamuxia who is called the 'Friend of the Strategy Group', 'Luokan Baixiaosheng', and 'Self-propelled Database' by friends in the industry?"

"That's right, it's down there."

"Oh." Mu Yan smiled, his lips opened slightly, and he slowly spit out two words.

"Shit."

"Woohoo—"

Several dark purple elemental waves shot out in one piece, Mu Yan was hit, and his body flew out upside down, deeply embedded in the wall, splashing countless dust.

"Be careful when you speak, rookie."

It was the Arcanist Ink-Dye who struck.

"Sure enough, I won't die."

He muttered, then blew himself out of the wall with a backhand "air blast" like a nobody.

Xia Mu frowned and stopped the people behind him who were about to step forward.

"What did you say?"

"I said, what you're talking about, it's all shit." Mu Yan changed his hesitant expression before, and turned to a mocking expression.

"Heh, after thinking about it for a long time, you held back such a vulgar rebuttal?" Xia Mu sneered, "It seems that you have really put aside the demeanor and cultivation of a scholar. ”

"No, no, no, the unknown gentleman who calls himself Shamu." Mu Yan asked rhetorically: "What do you think of the space we are in?" ”

"You can call it the Sea of Consciousness, or you can call it the Brain Domain, whatever you want to call it."

"No, it's called 'Consciousness Space.'" He smiled and said, "Then the question is, are other people in their own consciousness space like me?" ”

"Why do you need to ask me this question?"

"Of course, you're the weaver of nightmares, or the collection of fears."

Mu Yan snapped his fingers, and the space instantly changed to Manarola on the Aegean Coast.

The endless blue sea, the salty sea breeze and white seagulls, and the waves crashing against the reef make a loud noise.

Everything is so beautiful.

Xia Mu's face suddenly looked bad.

"Do you want me to explain, Mr. Nightmare? In terms of acting, I can give you full marks, but in terms of simulation ability and lying ability, you are completely unqualified. The most important thing is that you have forgotten what your role has always been, that is the only legendary scholar in all of Lokan, and you are really ashamed. ”

Mu Yan raised his wand and waved it lightly, and the beach behind Xia Mu sank, and a group of friends fell off guard.

"Look, the home field has changed."