Lively night.

"Stone Tycoon" wanders around aimlessly.

Its consciousness was born less than a day ago.

Any intelligent life will gradually form a unique outlook on life, values and worldview in the process of growth. The game observes this chaotic city through the eyes of Shi Tycoon, which is novel and complex.

Busy people, walking cheerfully, saying frivolous words. In the eyes of the game, the text bubbles on the top of these NPCs' heads look like just some data waiting for a strategy.

Changping Night Market is the most prosperous pedestrian commercial street near the Da Yali Cannery.

It is very famous in the city of Fengjing.

"You won't find anything like it in the game."

"The game is lonely."

Shi Daheng sighed in his mind. He put himself in the game's shoes and thought about it, and could understand it, but he couldn't accept it. He was destined to take back his body.

It's probably confused, too...... Didn't wait for Shi Tycoon to continue to think.

The game shouts excitedly and loudly in the head.

"The game is looking for PK targets!"

"I can't abuse people, I'm really lonely, it's so boring!!"

Shi Daheng decisively withdrew what little sympathy he had left.

It turns out that its loneliness is the meaning of loneliness and defeat...... It's not a little fresh moan at all. An electronic life does not have social attributes and group characteristics, so it is strange that it will feel lost and lonely!

It's just sad that there are no players to set off their own hanging bombs.

"Search for PK targets!"

"Search for PK targets!"

"Search for PK targets!"

The game faithfully implements the mental journey of the big R trench players. What is the purpose of playing Krypton online games? Of course, it's not a bullshit reason to seek psychological comfort or find a spiritual sustenance.

In every moat's heart, there is an abusive heart!

"Shi Tycoon" has a light in his eyes and begins to search for a target on the night market avenue.

Looking at the past, after turning on the function [Partner], he can read the main attribute values of any person. "Food Street" is a game with the theme of simulated management, and the attribute is not strength and intellectual attack.

Rather, it's a wide variety of characteristic values.

At the food stall not far away, the eldest brother who was throwing noodles had his characteristic value of "pasta (45), steaming skill (67), frying skill (11) ......"

Diners' evaluation of him is also in line with the characteristic value figures.

An old man held a noodle bowl, drank the soup with a grunt, wiped his mouth, and beckoned to the noodle brother: "Hey, young man, your noodles are chewy, and the soup is really good!" ”

The big brother wiped the dust on his hands, took the change, and said with a smile: "You are really right." I've been learning how to make noodles from the master for a few years, but the soup is all on my own. ”

His daughter, who is in high school, was helping out at the noodle stall, and when she heard the old man's words, she came over and explained, "My dad has just set up a stall for the first time, so it's good to be like this." Your old man is so kind of—"

The old man pouted his eyes and pointed to the unfinished fried egg.

"The egg tastes so bad, it's dark and bitter! Girl, this first day of trading, like this, I guess there are no repeat customers! ”

Diners are in tune with the truth.

"The fried sausages aren't good either."

"The oil smells rancid!"

A yellow-haired guy wanted to pay the bill, but he touched his trouser pocket, and it was empty. His face changed, and he suddenly smashed his chopsticks and scolded: "Grass, this house uses gutter to fry things, everyone evaluates, are you comfortable with this money?" ”

These words provoked the indignation of others.

"That's it!"

"No, it's not ......" Brother Dough panicked: "I, Rayong, swear with my conscience that it is impossible to make things for people with gutter oil!" Gutter oil is what people do! ”

"You promise to be a fart?" Huang Mao sneered: "How many good hearts are there in doing business?" ”

The night market has a lot of people.

In the blink of an eye, a group of people gathered around to watch the excitement. "Yo, when did this place get a new noodle stall?"

"It doesn't look good."

"I heard that the gutter oil pit man?"

Rayong was caught between the people, and he was so anxious that he defended: "My daughter and I eat the same as you, and we can't even harm ourselves!" ”

Huang Mao then fanned the flames: "Who knows? What if you're a black-hearted ghost who makes money and even cheats yourself? ”

Uproar –

Luo Tao was so naughty that he trembled.

She pointed at Huang Mao and said, "Aren't you afraid of retribution if you spew blood?" It's the first time our family is doing business, do we need to force people to death like this! ”

"Ouch, the first time I did business, I dared to engage in gutter oil. When your family grows bigger, won't it be the second Sanlu? Huang Mao was heartbroken.

Seeing that the situation was getting worse and worse, Rayong took a deep breath, walked to Huang Mao's side, and whispered, "Brother, if I offend you somewhere, please explain." I owe a lot of debt, and my daughter's tuition has not yet been settled, which is very hard, so I live on this noodle stall, and I have to be forgiving and forgiving......"

Huang Mao was happy: "Tsk! What do you care about my family? I ate your stuff, my stomach hurts so badly, if I get a cancer or something, the rest of my life will be ruined. If you pay me a thousand for medical treatment, I will forgive you. ”

Rayong was still bargaining at a low level.

"I, where did I get so much money...... Three hundred, three hundred? ”

"Dad! Why do you give him money! We have a clear conscience! "Luo Taotao is about to go crazy, she is in the mood for young and vigorous flowers, with the simplicity of students who adhere to justice and reason.

Huang Mao deliberately covered his stomach and made a painful expression: "Hey, hey, there's really something wrong with this thing!" ”

People who didn't know the truth were deceived by him, and they all coaxed: "Go and ask the city management to collect this noodle stall!" As he spoke, someone was going to grab a plastic stool.

Luo Taotao had tears rolling in his eyes and bit his lip. She couldn't understand it. Doing business in an upright manner, why would this group of people believe the empty rhetoric of a gangster.

The voice is not loud, but it is unusually calm.

"I'm going to challenge you."

The crowd moved out of the way of a mysterious figure.

The white old man's shirt, flower pants, and a pair of slightly smaller flip-flops, with an inexplicable weird smile, are none other than Shi Tycoon who ran out of the factory dormitory in the middle of the night!

Huang Mao was unhappy, and went up to pull Shi Tycoon's arm: "Don't meddle with your business, you-"

"The game detects a malicious attack, triggers the [Love Saint]: [Hero Saves Beauty] template, and starts to fight back. Spent 10 Blood Diamonds on the [Black Market] to purchase the [Cooking Secret] Split Muscle Wrong Hand! ”

The game grabbed Huang Mao's wrist with his backhand, his face was expressionless, and he shook it lightly with the power of stretching his face, and a powerful rotating force was transmitted between the muscles and bones of Huang Mao's right arm along the position of contact.

(In order to prevent the suspicion of making up the number of words, "Shi Tycoon" will be replaced by the word game in the future.) Conscience~)

Huang Mao screamed and flew out with a spin, slamming into the street garbage can.

The crowd of onlookers looked stupid.

"Fire Cloud Evil God?"

"Make no mistake!"

Luo Taotao swallowed his saliva with difficulty.

Luo Yong hurriedly thanked: "Little brother, thank you, but the police will come in a while, you should quickly hide first." Anyway, it's a gangster, if he hadn't been caught red-handed, the police probably wouldn't have investigated it deeply......"

"The game has opened the [PK] system, triggering the first chapter of the epic plot [The Road of the Kitchen God]: Defeat 3 [Master Masters] above the white level!"

The game laughed, "I said, I'm going to challenge you." ”

He patted the table lightly, and his wrist shook the fermented dough, and the dough spun around the desk like a basketball, overflowing with dust, like friction smoke!

The sharp grinding of the dough against the chopping board was very harsh, like a spinning top that never stopped.

The onlookers were completely stunned, what kind of technology is this? Xiaomi smart dough?

Rayong was also shocked, he was a pastry chef, and he understood how terrifying and exaggerated this simple hand was.

At night, Shi Daheng's sharp shape and calm and confident smile made Luo Taotao, who was not deeply involved in the world, look stupid. In the trash can not far away, Huang Mao struggled to make a call.

"Boss, I was beaten!"