Murong Xiaotian took off his holographic helmet and looked around at the work hall, as if he was in a different world, the realistic picture scene of "Destiny" was full of strangeness in his heart. Is Destiny real life? Or is life like an illusory game? Murong Xiaotian sighed secretly.

The people in the hall had already taken off their helmets, and in front of each row of workbenches, there were staff members of the Niantian Collective who were nervously and orderly registering the player's game nickname and place of birth.

"Big brother, it's so real, it's like traveling through another time and space." Seeing Murong Xiaotian take off his helmet, Yang Song shouted loudly, his eyes flashing with excitement.

Murong Xiaotian nodded silently, at this time, he was really in a bad mood.

“9561”

"Unique, 56 novice villages".

“9562”

"Jiaoyang is like water, 217 novice village".

As the staff registered, and the player's answer got closer and closer, Murong Xiaotian's heart became more and more panicked. Damn nickname, damn 110 novice village, Murong Xiaotian cursed secretly.

“9566”

"People's police, 110 novice village", Yang Song stood up and replied loudly, looking around proudly.

"Boom" Murong Xiaotian felt dizzy, and a black line climbed up his forehead, completely desperate. Fuck Yang Song, what kind of nickname do you have to choose, you have to take a people's policeman, but you have to be the same as Lao Tzu, in 110 Novice Village?

“9567”

"I'm a thief, 110 novice village". Murong Xiaotian replied softly helplessly.

The "haha" hall was full of laughter, and even the staff couldn't help but laugh.

"Brother thief, where were you born badly, you have to come to the 110 novice village of our people's police." Yang Song clutched his stomach and lay down on the sofa with a smile.

"Don't call me Brother Thief", Murong Xiaotian yelled at Yang Song: "Call me Tianzai, Xiaotian, Brother Tian, you can call me Brother Thief, I will beat you all over the ground looking for teeth." ”

After Murong Xiaotian finished speaking, he ignored the surprised expression in the hall, his face was embarrassed, as if he was evading, he grabbed his helmet violently, and quickly buckled it on his head: "Hey, let's hurry up and enter the game, it's embarrassing to stay outside and be conspicuous," Xiaotian thought depressedly.

With a flash of white light in front of him, Murong Xiaotian entered the 110 Novice Village. There are already a lot of people in the village, bustling, lively, and a little disorganized, and there are players constantly walking out of the novice village spawn point.

All the players uniformly wear non-attribute cloth clothes and shoes, and they are full of energy, busy, and running around.

"Let's get to know ourselves first." Murong Xiaotian muttered to himself, calming down the embarrassed expression that had not yet recovered, and pulled out the attribute bar.

Name: I'm a thiefLevel: 0Class: WarriorLiliang: 5Agility: 5Intelligence: 5Constitution: 5Attack: 50Speed Value: 50Mana: 50Health: 50Perception: 0Luck: 0Charisma: 1Prestige: 0Skill: No HeroesNumber of Heroes: 0Number of Heroes: 1Position: Inferior Soldier"System Uncle, you old man won't make a mistake? Give me some luck, charm, skills, or something? Murong Xiaotian shook his head, thinking that it was impossible to drop. Then pull out the package. In the twenty-four compartment space, there is only a wooden sword, and in addition, there is a gold coin.

"The Destiny headquarters is also stingy, and only gives a dollar." Murong Xiaotian complained and expressed dissatisfaction.

The gold coins in Destiny can be circulated with the real yuan. 1 purple gold coin = 100 gold coins = 10,000 silver coins = 1 million copper coins = 100 yuan. Of course, in order to ensure the balance of the game, the redemption function will not be available until two months later.

"Where to go first? Let's go with the flow! Murong Xiaotian looked around and saw that most of the people were running outside the village, and they also followed in the direction of the outside of the village.

Crossing a street and crossing an alley, you will see the guards at the entrance of the village, and the scene of players outside the village swinging their swords and slashing and jumping rabbits. Every time a jumping rabbit appeared, seven or eight wooden swords fell in an instant. "God, cruel, exaggerated, I have deep sympathy for the Jumping Rabbit family," Murong Xiaotian shook his head and smiled funny.

"Big brother, I'm hungry, give me a gold coin, I haven't eaten for a day." On the corner of the alley stood an eight or nine-year-old girl, with patched coarse cloth clothes very old, a thin yellow face, a pair of begging eyes, looking at Murong Xiaotian a little timidly.

Murong Xiaotian was shocked when he heard this, and turned his head to look, those begging eyes, so that his footsteps could no longer move for half a minute.

Weishenme also has the same compassion and compassion in the game as in reality? Could it be that "Destiny" gives people the inspiration of life? Murong Xiaotian's emotions that had been frozen for many years instantly welled up in his heart, and the pain and sorrow hidden in the deepest part of his heart distorted his entire cheek...... The street, the gray and cold street was empty, only thirteen-year-old Murong Xiaotian, heavy footsteps slapped the street one by one, and the vicissitudes of life and world-weary sadness were written on his immature face.

The mother died in childbirth when her younger brother Xiaofeng was born, and the father raised the three children with difficulty and hard work. The family, which was already in turmoil and had a difficult life, completely collapsed three months ago due to the death of his father. In just three months, Murong Xiaotian has tasted the heat and coldness of the world, and his human feelings are weak.

Thinking about the words of the dead fat man in his father's unit just now, Murong Xiaotian's self-esteem was like being twisted into thousands of pieces by a hundred sharp blades, and it became shattered.

"We're a business, not a charity, so don't bother us here."

The wind can't dry the tears in the corners of the eyes, and the bright starry sky flashes with eternal loneliness.

Murong Xiaotian dragged his heavy steps and pushed open the door of his home.

"Brother, I'm hungry." Nine-year-old Murong Xiaoyi's begging and expectant gaze, and six-year-old Murong Xiaofeng sitting on the ground crying with a mess, all of this made Murong Xiaotian feel heartache...... Standing in front of you, the wind also quietly shed tears, can you give me a piece of heaven and let me change my fate.

After a long time, Murong Xiaotian pulled back his thoughts of reminiscence, his eyes only revealed the tenderness of the moonlight, and quickly took out the only gold coin from the package, handed it to the little girl lovingly, and said very firmly: "Little sister, you take this gold coin, from today onwards, my brother will give you a gold coin every day." Murong Xiaotian put the gold coin in the girl's hand, turned his head, and gently wiped away the tears hidden in the corners of his eyes.