I really want to be a cook

With that said, he greeted back:

"The horse's head turned, we retreated."

"President, we have retired, what about the mission?"

The team member next to him asked him.

Liu Zi looked at the team member with the "Liu Zizi fan NO.16" on his head with a look of stupid eyes.

Fortunately, the players reacted immediately.

"President, you are defrauding them."

Sure enough, as soon as the six sons said they were going to retreat, a large group of people rushed out from both sides of the road and surrounded them.

"Friends, what do you mean? This is our mission. According to the rules, we are willing to hand over half of the harvest from this mission."

Because the players were abused too badly by the game "Jianghu".

Everyone spontaneously united to fight against the persecution of npc.

So unless it is a real hatred, everyone will generally not destroy each other's mission.

According to the task priority, the latecomers can obtain up to half of the former's harvest according to their own strength.

Although many robbery groups have been created for this, in general, it is still a good game atmosphere.

The six sons saw that all the people around had yellow names on their heads, which meant the hostile camp, and they had more people than them, so he resolutely confessed.

You can't expect a group of women's clothing lovers to have such a high combat power.

And the six sons are working for the Demon Sect, so they are naturally in the Demonic Dao camp.

And the yellow-named player on the opposite side is the righteous camp.

But the leading Righteous Path player said with a smile: "You have your missions, and we also have ours, since you stepped into a trap, everyone should relax.

Now I have to let you die one by one.

As for the rules you mentioned, haha.

Man, times have changed. "

Said the lead player waved and ordered:

"kill!"

That night.

On the player forum, a weeping post became popular:

""The Overbearing Guild Alliance: Where should ordinary players go?""

then.

The third piece of expansion, which was later called the golden age of chaos by players, officially opened a chapter belonging to players.

-------------Chapter Dividing Line---------------

Two years later.

In the 24th year of Zhao Wuli, on June [-]st, it is advisable to travel.

Jiang Ping has always been a person who follows the trend and doesn't fight against God. In addition, the weather is good this day, so he took people out early.

It was noon.

Jiang Ping got off the carriage, sat in front of a small tea stand, and said in a soft voice:

"Being a stranger alone in a foreign land, thinking about family every holiday season."

This year, he was 24 years old, and it was his tenth year in the game world of "Jianghu".

Ten years ago today, he opened his eyes for the first time in this world.

Jiang Ping raised his eyes and looked into the distance. There were layers of clouds in the distance, and under the blue sky like a mirror, it looked like a piece of elaborate mille-feuille cake.

Well, but it should not be as delicious as mine.

Jiang Ping thought in his heart.

Open the character panel, on the task bar, the task of the medicinal diet master is displayed as completed.

In other words, in his hands, he has personally helped ten great masters to upgrade successfully.

To be more precise, thirteen.

The mission he once thought was impossible, but as his status improved, a steady stream of geniuses came forward for him to choose.

I feel that the master of medicated diet is not that difficult.

It's easy to make a few spiritual meals and a few cups of honey water.

"Ok?"

Qiu Daoyu, who was drinking tea at the side, was taken aback for a moment, and a few small names appeared on his head.

When did my son become so educated?

This poem is very new, he has never heard of it before, and there is a high probability that the young master did not copy it.

But it feels like it should still be there.

Although he was puzzled in his heart, it did not prevent Qiu Daoyu from putting down his teacup, and flattered without blushing:

"Young master's literary talents are getting more and more outstanding.

This time I went to congratulate the first suzerain of the Wuyue Sword Sect. It seems that the young master does not need any gifts at all. He only needs to perform at a normal level and write a few poems for them, which is more precious than any rare treasure. "

Jiang Ping pretended to be angry and said:

"Old Qiu, you have a big shortcoming."

"what?"

Now Qiu Daoyu is really lost, how can you praise me and say I'm not good.

As a result, I heard Jiang Ping continue:

"That's because he likes to tell the truth too much. You just need to know my son's ability. If you spread the word and let people know, he won't die of inferiority.

After all, someone like this young master is handsome, kind-hearted, capable, and has such a great literary talent, which is rare in hundreds of years. Is that something ordinary people can compare to? "

Qiu Daoyu: "..."

It's okay, I'm used to it.

Qiu Daoyu hurriedly recited silently, only then could he suppress his inflated spirit of complaining.

Jiang Ping still didn't know it, he took out a gold wire folding fan from somewhere, fanned the breeze and said:

"However, since you, Lao Qiu, have already noticed my literary talent, I will have a showdown with you today, and I will stop pretending.

That's right, I am the king of poetry kings who have fought all over the country, and no one can recite the second line of poems under my hands, the master of poetry!

That's why everyone calls me Baba. "

"Giggle..."

Before Lao Qiu could respond, there was a burst of crisp laughter from the other end of the tea table, and a refreshing female voice said:

"Sister, this person is so funny, he can laugh to death when he speaks."

"Xiao Ling, don't talk nonsense. Dad has told you not to offend anyone when you are out of the house."

Another gentle female voice sounded like a good wife and mother.

"I don't want to offend him, I want to get to know him, maybe we can make friends.

Didn't daddy say that when you go out, you rely on friends from all over the world? "

Saying that, the female voice yelled:

"Hi, my name is Miao Ling'er, what's your name?"

"Lin'er?"

Hearing this name, the image of a naive girl suddenly appeared in Jiang Ping's mind.

I don't know what happened to this snack?

I haven't seen her for so long, and I don't know if she is still so stupid.

But it's almost too soon.

Ten years, eight years have passed in the blink of an eye, and she is coming back soon.

Jiang Ping also sent someone to the grandson's house in Xinling, but unfortunately the big brother Jiang's face was not very useful there. Although he tried his best to inquire and spent a lot of money, he also got lonely.

Just a piece of news that isn't news.

The eldest grandson's family has accepted many young women over the years, and it is said that they want to choose a wife for the heir of the eldest grandson's family.

When Jiang Ping heard the news, his face turned green, and he almost didn't raise his knife to kill him.

As the first girl he came into contact with in this world, Jiang Ping always had a unique emotion in his heart.

It can't be called love, but simple liking is still affirmative.

What's more, this girl unilaterally made a ten-year contract with him.

This decade, well, it's not even ten years yet.

In the past eight years, he has guarded himself like a jade, and with such excellent conditions, he only married a wife. It was not easy for him to wait.

If someone dares to green him unilaterally, he will keep the three imperial god soldiers and reduce them to two.

Wait another two years.

It's also because he can't work for the eldest grandson's family now, but he is more abiding by the contract, saying that ten years is ten years, and it doesn't matter if one day is more or less.

Just when Jiang Ping was thinking about a name, the girl behind him saw that Jiang Ping hadn't responded for a long time, and couldn't help snorting:

"Hey, you are so rude, why don't you even show your face when people are talking to you?"

Jiang Ping came back to his senses, turned his head, and saw a pretty girl, and a pretty girl with a gentle temperament sitting at the side, their looks were somewhat similar, and they were definitely sisters.

"First of all, I don't call you hello, and your father should have taught you not to talk to strangers casually.

Also, I'm not your father, you know me if you want to know me, heh, who are you? "

Jiang Ping's tone was very rude.

But the girl was stunned, and didn't listen to Jiang Ping's words at all.

"Sister, he is so handsome!"

"Yeah...ah no, Xiaoling, you still haven't apologized to this young master, thank you for being magnanimous and not fussing over your child."

The older sister reprimanded her in a parental tone, but couldn't help but sneak another glance at Jiang Ping.

So handsome!

"I'm not young at all!"

The girl was very upset after listening to her sister's lesson, and she deliberately puffed her chest out and said loudly.

But his eyes couldn't help but glance at Jiang Ping's face.

To be honest, the most handsome man she has ever seen in her life is today.

It can't be blamed for her shallow knowledge and never seeing a man.

After all, at a young girl's age, it's understandable that she hasn't seen many people, and Jiang Ping's image is already outstanding.

Today's Jiang Ping is in the prime of his life, coupled with his aura and body, the prestige developed by his position and power over the years is the stage that most attracts little girls.

Hearing the girl's innocent and sincere admiration, Jiang Ping felt inexplicably sour, waved his hands and said:

"You don't need to apologize. You are lucky to meet me today. If you meet unreasonable bad guys, you will have nothing to eat.

And you girls are away from home, don't strike up a conversation with others at will.

After all, there are still very few people like me who are handsome and kind-hearted, and who are consistent in appearance and inward. "

After all, Jiang Ping turned his head and stopped talking to the two sisters.