take it!Experience

Chapter 238 Prohibition of Puppy Love
This time Mo Chongqian was not strong, like two homeless men seeing a dumpling the size of a palace, completely speechless.

All kinds of trophies were floating on the water, Mo Chonggan went over to collect them, and looked back to see Father Mo holding his forehead: "Looking at you, you will become stronger if you don't recharge the money, haven't you done this dungeon yet? Kill it first!" Once you defeat the BOSS, the other archers will disappear, and you won’t want any loot.”

"Grandson is wrong! Grandpa, please punish!" Buqiang rolled onto the shore, scrambled and crawled, ran in front of Father Mo, leaped into the air and turned around in a 720-degree whirlwind, landed on the ground with a thud, knelt down, and his limbs were submerged in the mud .

"Father, the child is educated!" Not to be outdone, Mo Chonggan also came to kneel down, of course he did so naturally because this man was his father in the first place.

"Both of you, remember that in this game, there are countless delicate joints pre-arranged in various scenes, events, and dungeons. Even if you don't have any equipment, as long as you bring your brain, you can run rampant in the world!"

Having said this, Mo Chonggan suddenly understood.Although Director Xiong changed the game to be clichéd and unrecognizable, none of the mechanisms and gameplay left by Papa Mo in the game were affected.

Perhaps when players spend all their energy on researching what gems and how to equip them, there is no longer any room to think that such whimsical mechanisms are hidden in the game.

"Get off. That's all for now." Father Mo raised his sleeve with a small hole in it from the torch, and then disappeared.

"Yes, yes," Mo Chonggan turned his head and said hastily to Buqiang, "The spoils are all yours, I have to leave beforehand and come back later..."

"Hey persimmon, wait a minute! Labor and management have something to ask... Mr. Fuck!" Before Bu Qiang finished speaking, Mo Chong disappeared in a hurry.

Mo Chonggan hurriedly left the game, took off his helmet, and saw that Mo's father had already got up from his seat: "This game, in my mind, is your real brother."

"Okay, okay...I understand."

"I really hope that it can return to its original appearance. However, the child who has been abducted will never come back."

Mo Chongqian thought that charging money in this game is the master’s setting, and there are various designs that force people to spend money. If Dad Mo hadn’t reserved "the last hit of a normal attack will gain experience, upgrade and deduct attributes", I am afraid It is truly a world of the jungle.

Of course, it has been modified too much now, and I am afraid it will be difficult to escape the ending of the traditional big krypton gold game.When the players feel fresh, they will leave one after another.And this time, if the game dies after starting operation, then it is really dead.

It is obvious that this game is what Dad's lifelong ideal and hard work are for, but in the eyes of Director Xiong, this game is no different from ordinary consumables.

Mo Chonggan didn't want the game to be what it is now.

If there is a way to help Dad...

"We have to pay back the money. I'll call a lawyer first. This will prevent the man-eating company from talking nonsense." Father Mo's words brought Mo Chonggan back to his thoughts.

Mo Chongqian remembered that Yin Anzhen was still not strong, and he probably offended them in the game just now, so he had to apologize.So he turned on the phone: "Father, take my bank card to pay back the money."

"Aren't you going? Are you going to stay here to play games today?" Father Mo's tone turned harsh again.

"Don't worry, no. I have friends to meet later."

"Who is it? Huh, I see, son, you really have a puppy love?"

"...Father, look, this is it." Mo Chonggan pointed behind Father Mo's back.

The migrant worker wearing an apron was standing behind Father Mo with a smile on his face. Father Mo's facial features were crowded together, and he couldn't understand why Mo Chonggan knew an uncle who was almost 20 years old.

"Uncle, this is my dad."

"Ah, Mr. Mo, hello, hello. If I knew it was Xiao Mo's father, I would change you to a private room for free." The migrant worker smiled and stretched out his hand. Father Mo hesitated for a while, but he still held out his hand It's even more strange to see that this migrant worker doesn't seem to be pretending to excuse Mo Chonggan so that he can play games here to earn his money.

"This uncle is a very nice person." Mo Chongqian also smiled, thinking that his father should be convinced now.

"How did you know my son?" Papa Mo asked.

The uncle who worked there said immediately that almost 10 days ago, when he was working in the original Internet cafe game hall, Mo Chongqian acted bravely and helped recover the cash. Mo Chongqian scratched his head proudly.

Hearing this, Old Man Mo was still serious and nodded slightly: "That's right, the grappling hand I learned when I was a child was not in vain."

"I really admire little Mo Na! He has good conduct, a smart and sensible mind, and a good body. Mr. Mo, you are really good at teaching. I am so happy that my children can develop like this in the future. Come on, come on You two stay for dinner tonight!"

"Forget it, I still have something to do, don't exaggerate too much, young people should have self-knowledge! Then I'll go first. Son, it's not a bad thing to walk in the society and deal with all kinds of religions. You are allowed to stay here today Yes. But if the homework is useless, I'll see you back!" Mo said, picking up his laptop bag and walking towards the exit.

The migrant worker looked at Mo Chonggan with a smile, and Mo Chonggan put his hand away from his mouth and said, "Hmph, my father is really unapproachable, uncle, don't blame him."

"He's very happy," the migrant worker pointed to the stairs at the door, "He went downstairs with a smile on his face, and his mouth was almost split where there should be hair."

Downstairs, Papa Mo's singing came from the street outside: "The big river—flows eastward, it just starts—starts again—"

Mo Chonggan leaned against the 27-inch widescreen monitor, sweating, then took out his phone and sent a message to Yin Anzhen—"Now I can make a call."

"This store has just opened and there are still a lot of things to do. I entertained the staff last night and you didn't come. Why don't you come and have a box lunch today? I'll order two more to make sure you're full." The working uncle patted Mo Chongqian's back. Said, and then saw Mo Chongqian's strange expression.

"Uncle, wait a minute, I'll answer the phone." Mo Chonggan ran away with the phone.

The working uncle clicked his tongue twice, thinking that the young man was still very thin-skinned, so he wrote the words "Girlfriend Summoning" on his face.

Mo Chonggan answered Yin Anzhen's call: "Is it convenient for you to come out now?"

"En! Where is it? If someone hangs a message in the live broadcast room, it will flash!"

Mo Chongqian looked at the paper pasted on the counter, reported the location of the newly opened Internet cafe to the migrant worker, and then waited for Yin Anzhen with complicated emotions.Although Yin Anzhen has been so proactive, in Mo Chonggan's heart, he is still far from having no grudges against this first love.

"Does your little girlfriend want to eat northern food?" The migrant worker tapped him with his mobile phone, and the order list was displayed on the mobile phone screen.

(End of this chapter)