Chapter 468: The Rich Little Boy of High Civilization (Thirty-One)

It was a tall man in a black sweatshirt, with a wide hat covering his entire face, and he had his back to the monitor.

Wei Qing and they stood up.

Wei Qing: "This handsome guy, our door is closed, how did you get in?"

"Walked in." The voice is low.

"What's the matter?" Wei Qing said coldly, "If it's okay, leave immediately, otherwise ......"

The man in the sweatshirt put his hands in his trouser pockets, slowly raised his head, and the lingering whistle sounded continuously.

Wei Qing's voice was abrupt, and his eyes gradually emptied, as did the other three people.

They slowly picked up their game helmets with a whistle, sat down on their chairs, and started the game.

The sweatshirt man's whistle stopped, stretched out his hand to the monitor and made a V, and then walked out slowly.

Qin Zhan closed the computer: "This matter, is it man-made?" Wei Qing and the others consciously logged into the game as if they were being controlled, because of his whistle? What the hell is this...... Who is it? ”

Qin Gong nodded: "It's him."

Little 8: "The host of the black system appeared, I locked him, and his current coordinates ......"

Qin Gong: "What's the use of having coordinates?" The top priority is to unravel this situation. ”

Instead of entangled with the black host.

Qin Zhan's eyes were surging with all kinds of emotions, and before he could attack, the phone rang again.

He listened in silence for a long time, and then replied, "I know."

After hanging up the phone.

He said in a deep voice: "Shu Qin has entered the game as a customer service account."

Qin Shi raised his head suddenly.

"She used the live streaming function when she entered the game, and told me the password to the live streaming room, let's see?"

"Okay."

The laptop opened again and entered the live room.

Shu Qin's customer service account is a full-level and full-body disciple of Ling Tianzong.

The place of entry was Ling Tianzong.

And the Ling Tianzong, which was originally like an immortal land, was almost in ruins at this time.

Ling Tianzong's NPCs were fighting against a group of people with black and red skills at this time.

Qin Zhan: "It's a demon."

The demons set in the fairy road were originally expected to open in the next version.

But......

"They're all Demon Venerable configurations."

Demon Venerable, but the highest level of the demon clan in the Xianlu setting, a Demon Venerable, the head of the major factions, can only be contained, not killed.

A group of Demon Venerables......

In the picture, the disciples of Ling Tianzong were constantly killed, and they kept refresh to fight.

Shu Qin contacted Wei Qing and them as soon as possible.

Wei Qing also used a customer service account, and they were all dressed up, but they ......

When Shu Qin teleported to them, he saw four people dressed in tatters.

Wei Qing in the game did not wear glasses, and was as calm as ever.

The three people around him were not so calm.

"Minister! We entered the game inexplicably.,And it's all messed up in the game.,It's okay if the original set of demons comes out.,It's all demons! ”

In their setting, there are only three Demon Venerables!

"And we can't even go offline! Those demons will kill people when they see them, whether they are NPCs or players, they will all be killed! ”

"Brother Wei took us to save a lot of people, but even if we are all gods, we can't carry so many Demon Venerables, and our equipment is all worn out."

"Brother Wei led us to this refuge place, and we are discussing whether to call other players, but this place can accommodate up to twenty people."

"Minister's ......"

Shu Qin frowned: "So, what's going on outside?"

Wei Qing said calmly: "Endless battles, countless deaths, many players have collapsed, they are almost unable to resist the Demon Venerable, and ...... Pain adjustment dysfunction is now 100% pain perception for all players. ”

Shu Qin: "It's hard to do now......"

"A lot of players don't come back to life after they die, but that's no use...... Lying in place, listening to the mourning all over the field, not daring to get up, unable to go offline, this is a kind of torture. ”