It wasn't until now that Zhang Ke had the feeling that he was playing a game.

But it's just a little bit, the pain of the bones being pulled out of the body when the water washed up the sky just now, and the subsequent tearing apart that can't sustain the explosion...

He felt his body crack open one crisscrossing fissure, dragon blood spraying, and because he had lost a few backbones, it was a luxury for him to even turn his head, and he could only feel the rapid coldness of his body in the pain of tearing.

Deboning + five horse splitting

This is one of the best tortures in ancient times, right?

From death to a back and forth,

Zhang Ke's brain is now like a yellow eel that has been stuffed by someone, and his brain hurts.

The CG of the end of the dungeon and the settlement of the task can't attract much of his attention.

Fortunately, the empty eyes did not mean that Zhang Ke became deaf, and the voice of the narrator in his ear continued to chant without fluctuation:

【Mission Settlement, Game Over】

[Act 2, unlocked in 12 hours]

[Given that you are still in the game, you have the option of: repeat the first act; Quitting the game】

Quitting the game,

Four words made Zhang Ke quickly come back to his senses.

Looking at the four big characters that flowed like liquid, Zhang Ke pursed his lips.

Very timely!

Whenever he came a little earlier, he felt that he would decisively quit and put this broken game on the shelf.

Whoever is not given by heaven will be blamed.

I'm sorry, uneducated, I don't understand.

In reality, everyone knows that reading is the only way out for ordinary people, but how many people can watch it day and night? What's more, playing a game requires the experience of the top ten torture levels of mite clearing, who can stand it?

Fortunately, over time, the phantom limb pain in the body gradually subsided.

The memory is still there, but the empathy is gone.

What is this?

Protection mechanism?

This kind of can also have a game protection mechanism?

It's not surprising when you think about it, after all, the game is all about evolution, not horror. This is still a novice copy, the so-called first act, Zhang Ke sent out a precious one, blood. Later, when the difficulty of the dungeon is upgraded, you must not die or live every time you play the game.

However, I just don't know the bottom line of this protection mechanism.

It's just death protection, that's fine, but in case there's something else.... What if no one inherits the names of the undead knight and the reckless hero?

As soon as his reason was on the line, Zhang Ke's mind shouted that Huang Tian was above.

Zhang Ke, who was not ready to go to the second brush, at least did not want to improve his evaluation for the time being, quit the game.

He wanted to take advantage of the intermission to go back and look up the information.

Forbidden city

Suolongjing,

This is quite a famous myth and legend.

Of course, the legend is that after generations of circulation, it is normal for there to be differences in versions, what Zhang Ke has to do is to find a recent story line in combination with the plot and think about what to do next.

In the future, will you follow your identity as a dragon in the first act, or will you have a new story line?

And, since it's a real "simulation" game, that... Can he learn things directly from the dungeon without relying on the rewards of the mission.

suppressed the impetuosity in his heart and quit the game.

At the right time, the familiar sound of the computer fan ringing in my ears, and when I opened my eyes, the sun was scorching outside.

I checked the time with the computer, and only a few minutes passed.

However, in the game, he felt that a long time should have passed, and of course it was possible that it was too painful to feel that time passed slowly.

"Wipe the edges, I'll stab you to death...."

The phone on the table suddenly rang.

Zhang Ke came back to his senses, he looked at the notes, and realized that the takeaway he ordered had arrived.

After all, at noon in mid-June, only college students who can't think of it go to the cafeteria to buy food.

Oh, and of course, there are those who have classes in the morning and takeout who can't be delivered downstairs in the dormitory, going to the cafeteria in the heat, sweating while eating, and the mask of pain hangs on the face.

"Happy dining, please give a good review, thank you!"

As usual, he would at least say thank you, but this time Zhang Ke didn't even say anything, hurriedly took the takeaway, turned upstairs, and returned to the room to hurriedly grab a few mouthfuls of food.

Suddenly, the chewing action stopped.

The phone cuts the screen and looks at the numbers up to 40° on the screen, as well as a somewhat glaring orange warning for high temperatures.

Zhang Ke couldn't help but gasp.

At the same time, with the inhalation, a cold wind suddenly blew in from outside the door of the dormitory, hovering around Zhang Ke's side, and then looking at his slightly trembling hair blown by the wind, he hesitated and took another breath.

"Whew!"

"Bump!"

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew into the room, and the open door slammed shut with a loud noise, and at the same time, listening to a soothing tenor voice in the corridor outside the door, he hesitated, but still covered his mouth.

Waited for a while,

He didn't dare to let go of his hand until his breathing was steady.

"Is this the wind?"

Zhang Ke tried it a little, if he breathed normally, there would be air currents circling around him, just to the extent that he could cool people down, which was equivalent to bringing a small fan with him, but if he breathed with his mouth, from the breeze to the small breeze that could just blow the door.

Even, after thinking about it a little seriously, Zhang Ke found that there were more memories floating in his mind, densely packed. Breathing was just the basics, from movements to spells, all quietly existed in his mind.

However, Zhang Ke was not crazy enough to try it at school, it doesn't matter if he will be found or not, the key is that the wind can easily roll things up, and it will be bad if it hits someone.

And, that's not all. In the process of testing his skills, he also came to the mirror.

Looking at his abs that were beginning to emerge, he swallowed his saliva.

Although I was not a fat house before, I had a slight belly, not to mention that it was inevitably greasy when I was close to the computer every day.

But now, as he breathed, Zhang Ke could feel that something was being brought out of his body, and at the same time, the breeze around him was silently transporting something into his body.

Speaking of which, [Hufeng] also has the effect of making people lose weight and fitness?

Thinking about it, a personal panel appeared in his eyes:

Name: Ke Zhang

Occupation: God (?) No basis, no identity, career temporarily locked.

Health: 98% (health determines the character's health, below 15% will cause weakness, less than 10% will go into shock, less than 0% will die)

Skill: Wind Breath (Passive/Active)

Equipment: None

Props: 10kg of ambergris, x3 bone meal

Currency: Chalcedony x3

It's a bit too poor.,In the game, calling the wind should be counted as a skill with the rain.,And there were more good things in the skill bar at that time that made him covetous.。

Now, just half of one of them has brought this otherworldly power to himself.

Reason?

How do you make him sane?

Do you know Das Kapital?

When the benefits are big enough, let alone a resurrected death, it's perfectly fine to really walk on the edge of death.