The huge wave sweeping the anime world

"Impossible, I believe in Cao Yuan's character, he would never make such a py deal, he is a normal man"

Qu Rikuduo kept sending messages to Caoyuan's OP while explaining to the crowd of people who were laughing strangely behind him.

"It's a plot kill. I guess he caught up with the plot and got stuck with a bug?"

Earthquake remembers that a certain game had a bug in the snow mountain, where players could kill the snow monster by blocking the rolling boulders.

Presumably, this method must be used in grassland.

It seems that there are so many heroes in the world.

After hearing the explanation of the earthquake, everyone around him nodded in agreement.

This possibility is both healthy and reasonable, and will not irritate their eyes or test their moral bottom line.

"But it still doesn't explain why he didn't reply. His OP status has always been offline. Could it be that his account has been blocked?"

"No, there's no point in just guessing here. I'm going to go offline and find him."

When Kuduo saw that there was no reply from Caoyuan on the OP screen, he immediately decided to go offline to ask for an answer.

...

"Forehead?"

When Kuduo logged off and opened his phone, he saw two bitter emoticons and a sentence.

“I’m on my knees again.”

The message appeared to be from a mysterious handsome man, who was Caoyuan’s WeChat ID.

"Why are you kneeling?"

I never thought that there would be such a good thing. I got two top titles after my death. Can anyone teach me about this way of dying and making money while lying down?

As long as he could learn a few tricks, he would not be greedy. He only wanted a top-notch title, preferably a unique title.

"It's a long story. I got into their team by relying on the skins of mutant test subjects."

"The character I designed for myself is an angry, aggressive mutant fool, so I have never come into contact with mutant test subjects. Occasionally, I pretend to sleep and browse the forum to pass on some intelligence I have observed."

"Everything was going as I expected, but for some reason, the Tyrant saw through me and took me to Dogtooth Peak."

"The mutant test subjects under his command force-fed me a lot of things, and I died from the feeding."

Cao Yuan on the other side was extremely unwilling to accept the fact. He had no grudge against the tyrant in the past or present, so why did he have to die in such a miserable way?

"Gone?"

Kuduo was expecting Caoyuan to tell his wonderful experience in a tone that started off with a downbeat tone and ended with an upbeat tone, but he didn't hear the sequel and became anxious. What about the important point?

We are all brothers, how can we hide things?

"That's all. What do you want me to say? What do you think of being the first person to give up his second life?"

Caoyuan was confused as to why Kuduo on the opposite side was acting so strange today.

"You really don't know?"

Kuduo downloaded the screenshots uploaded to the forum and sent them to Caoyuan via a certain messaging app.

He believed that Caoyuan would not play tricks on him in this matter, so it seemed that the official had to explain the matter.

"Fuck your grandma's banana peel"

Caoyuan's hands were shaking as he looked at the pictures sent to him.

There is an anti-counterfeiting watermark of "Free Fart" on the picture, so it cannot be faked.

Tyrant! This was the tyrant who had knocked him unconscious with a slap without making any sound.

The sense of oppression he brings is definitely not comparable to that of an ordinary boss.

Kuduo also analyzed that this boss is likely a world boss prepared for players in the later stages.

How could he not be happy that such a big boss of new bi hong hong was destroyed by him in a confused manner?

In comparison, the resurrection time of just four days is nothing!

"Beautiful, beautiful, how can I be so talented that I can come up with a brilliant plan to sneak into the enemy's base camp in wolf skins?"

The grassland that suddenly rose from hell to heaven made me feel comfortable no matter how I looked at myself in the mirror.

As one of the first batch of veteran players and the dealer of a private casino, he naturally started the game of “who will be the first to evolve”.

Although he is also one of the first batch of veteran players, given his weak strength, almost no players would choose to bet on him.

Generally, most of them choose combat-oriented players such as Kuduo, Shilian, Ma Niu and Zhiqiang.

Oh yes.

Even youyou has a few bets.

And with the announcement today, he finally got it.

The dealer is invincible, and it’s the end of gamblers.

Logically speaking, even so, the money he could receive was just a drop in the bucket in the eyes of this rich second-generation man.

There was no reason for him to be so happy, but he couldn't help but be excited by the double happiness.

"First he went to Xianyang to be the emperor, and then he went to Xianyang to assist in the imperial court. It is also my lord's great fortune that he met many people along the way..."

Caoyuan leaned on a certain style gaming chair, tapping the corner of the table and singing "Xiao He Chasing Han Xin Under the Moon"

No wonder the old man likes to listen to Mr. Chen Shaoyun singing this play whenever he is proud.

The things from our ancestors are indeed good things. The more I sing, the happier I feel.

...

"What's going on? Even if all the players were tied together x2, they wouldn't be able to defeat the Tyrant. How come he was defeated alone?"

Heisenberg rushed to the scene and saw the tyrant lying on the ground without breathing, with a puzzled look on his face.

This isn't a slap in the face.

"I was originally collecting the souls of dead players as usual, but I saw the Tyrant holding Prairie's head and gnawing on it. He was gnashing his teeth, but he kept gnawing until he had eaten Prairie's entire body. The Tyrant didn't move."

"I was hoping you could help me figure this out. Didn't you say that the Tyrant possesses strong resistance? I was expecting this beast who had long lost his humanity to grow to that level."

Wuhai took a wooden stick and poked the tyrant's nose, making a big hole, then grabbed the tyrant's feet and lifted him up.

Under the traction of Wuhai's force and the effect of natural inertia, pieces of grassland's body fell from the hole poked by Wuhai.

"Hey, this beast hasn't been completely digested yet, can you make use of the waste?"

Heisenberg ignored Wuhai, reached out to pick up the body parts on the ground and examined them carefully, then tore the meat into small pieces and observed the condition inside.

As if he had received the answer, Heisenberg nodded and threw the body parts of the grassland to the ground.

He is a scientist, not God. He cannot resurrect the body if he says so. He just needs time to cultivate.

Besides, every player has complete backup genetic data, so there is no need to reuse these fragments so sparingly.

Then Heisenberg pulled the Tyrant's body hard, tearing it completely into two parts from top to bottom.

Finally, he pulled out the tyrant's stomach and large intestine separately, took out the semi-digested body parts in the stomach, tore them into pieces again, observed the color, and swallowed them into his stomach without hesitation.

Things are not that complicated and the truth has surfaced.