The immortal world boss who was delayed by e-sports

Dengxian Building, Technology Department.

Since the last game, after Great World changed the plot of the dungeon by itself, the entire department stayed up all night, running 24 hours a day, reviewing the data codes for several days and nights.

However, the maintenance team did not find any bugs. Like many times in the past, the report document sent to Chen Dedao's desk still can only use the sentence "the self-development of the world rules leads to the change of the plot", To summarize the reasons for the sudden change of dungeons in the professional arena.

Of course, it is absolutely impossible to make Dengxian's strongest technical team bow to the world rules.

So at the end of the report document, a line of small words was thoughtfully added, which is the loyalty of the entire technical team to Boss Chen and Mr. Bald: If they can't defeat the hidden hand of the "World Rules", their team collectively resigns!

The bald man threw the report document on the table, shook his head and said with a smile, "Young man."

Brave and ignorant.

Chen Dedao rubbed his nails with a setback: "The programmer is so versatile?"

They didn't even do that behind-the-scenes boss back then.

But Chen Dedao and the bald head are very happy.

In the past, the company belonged to them, the technology belonged to them, the rules of the mainland in the game belonged to that person, and the professional game was a clear line between them. No one touched, and each of them lived in peace for many years.

Now, for the sake of Liu Guang, they forcibly fabricated an NPC like "Yan Zhongzhou" in the dungeon, and after the encirclement and suppression of Wenning Mountain, it was logical that the professional game dungeon followed the old plot of the previous life.

They couldn't bear it any longer, and that person actually "moved" too.

It's okay to "move". For so many years, he has been hidden in the game world. No one can find him, and no one can do anything to him. Now it can be regarded as showing his flaws.

In the words of the bald head: "he" really hasn't changed at all, he is still the same as before, the most "scared" streamer.

Also.

The bald head thought: only Liu Guang, who is always out of "his" plan.

Liu Guang disrupted too much back then.

In the eyes of the bald head, he was sitting in front of the same chessboard as "that person" and fighting.

——Although in many cases, Liu Guang doesn't know that there is such a character behind him, and he just makes choices based on his heart and nature.

But there are too many escapes, and he is strong enough, not to mention the world, even "that person", must have doubted countless times whether Liu Guang deliberately opposed him.

Others don't know about this, but Baldhead and Chen Dedao are clear:

At the very beginning, it was really not intentional, after all, no one put the script of "deliberately contradicting the boss" into Liu Guang's hands.

As for later...

To use the words when Liu Guang and that person died together and destroyed the dharma body: You want to turn the world on your chessboard, and I will overturn your chessboard.

"Who do you think you are!?"

The bald head still has a deep memory of the phrase "Who are you?" Every time he thinks of it, he can't help clapping his hands and saying goodbye. It would be even better if they beat him to the ground and didn't flood his temple.

Thinking about it with a bald head, he used the tablet to open the copy of the important role NPC project.

Flowing, across.

Yan Xiao's, row over.

Great Demon Yan, cut it.

Then came a monk named "Foti".

The bald head was very satisfied with Foti's slender and tall appearance and his handsome appearance like a soft light filter.

"The eyes can still be a little bit brighter." Too absorbed in her beauty, the words in her heart came out of her mouth.

Chen Dedao, who was approached, rolled his huge eyes.

Foti NPC on Chen Dedao's finger tablet: "Do you want to show some face? You used to be heavier than your current tonnage, and your height is only 175? 170? 165?"

The bald head, who had always been peaceful, finally turned his face: "You are only 165!"

Chen Dedao grabbed the tablet with his hands: "How dare you ask the art team to draw you as the first handsome man in the Buddhist world? Don't you vomit yourself?"

The bald head snatched the tablet: "Good, meaning, thinking."

"I pay wages."

Chen Dedao took the tablet again: "Before this NPC is made public, let's change it. It looks disgusting, but you, the bald and fat one from before, are more pleasing to the eye."

Bald covered the tablet on the table.

He was bald and fat in the past, couldn't he have a beautiful fantasy about himself in this world?

Chen Dedao: "The main reason is that the facts cannot be changed."

The bald head insisted: "Don't want facts, just virtual happiness."

Chen Dedao tutted: "I thought you were fumbling around with beads every day, and you already saw through the red dust." It turned out that he also knew to be happy.

Bottom of my heart: Before the next game started, I asked the art team to shave the face of Damo Yan later.

That bald donkey can be the most beautiful man in the Buddhist world, so why can't he be the most beautiful devil king.

In the dungeon, the world and reality are like two normal time and space that have no intersection, running in their own orbits.

The dungeon world seems to be running and developing in the direction set by the official plan, but in fact, there has been a huge change that no one can predict...

Professional competition, the Nth game.

All team members have just logged in to the copy, and the system prompts:

[Starting from this game, the rules of the game will be changed]

[Each team member will automatically match the role identity in the copy]

[Team members use their respective role identities to walk through the dungeon]

[Each team member only has one life value]

[Life points are exhausted, you will not be able to log in for the next game]

The audience was in an uproar, and the barrage area in the live broadcast room was even more chaotic:

what happened?Will the rules be changed this year?

Who sets the rules?When was it changed?Why no advance notice?

The league and official staff who were on the scene supervising and in charge of the game were also shocked.

Changed the rules?

just?

Why no one notified them? !

Dengxian Building has been numb to the copy.

Accident? OjbK.

what else?Work overtime.

Burn it, migrant workers!

Suddenly received a phone call from the big boss above: "Just compare like this."

Working spirit:?

Chen Dedao & Bald Head: They want to see what kind of day that person can find in the dungeon now.

In the copy, as soon as He Mutian logged in, he was suddenly on the verge of falling into an abyss of darkness. He opened his eyes, and at first he felt uncomfortable as if his meridians were suffocated. The voice of the conversation was vague like water mist.

"Master Immortal, all his meridians are broken, and he will have to be raised for many years, right?"

"Well, it can be paralyzed in severe cases, or disabled in light cases."

He Mutian:? ? ?

Water friend: ...

You can’t say that the water friend is not kind, but this kind of god-turning plot where you were so strong in the past and now your meridian is completely broken, everyone doesn’t say that they like it, at least they have a full meal——

[Yesterday he ascended to become a big boss, today he is paralyzed and disabled, the script is good, and the role assignment is better. (dog head)]

[Who would have thought that the front foot rescued and escorted Yan Zhongzhou as a disciple, and the back foot became the orphan and fake son of others. This is really a lingering father-son relationship. He also became disabled with severed tendons. (dog head)]

[I'm a fan of Mutian, and I don't know whether to curse or laugh. 】

[I'm sorry, I actually laughed out loud when I thought about the boss returning to the pre-liberation period. 】

【I'm sorry, but Mu Tian is really pitiful looking at it like this, hahahahahahahahahaha】

[Do you have any conscience? The boss only got single-digit points for a brat in the last game. In this game, he directly became the orphan of the prince whose entire family was exterminated. Are you still laughing?How can you laugh?Hahahahahahahaha, I laughed so loudly. 】

[I only have one question, is the big guy just lying on the bed?How to play a bed scene, use your toes to pick the sheets? 】

The truth is, when he first entered the dungeon, He Mutian couldn't even move his toes, all he could move was his eyeballs, only his eyelids.

After realizing what kind of changes have taken place in the race schedule, and then realizing that the current plot and development trend are exactly the same as the dream not long ago...

He Mutian: What exactly was that dream?

How can the rules of a good schedule change?

He became Yan Xiao?

Could it be that the plot in the dungeon is developing in the direction of his dream?

When Yan Xiao, who is the current him, grows up, there will be a cloud of black mist coming to Mo's to arrest him?

Will the Mo family be attacked and attacked by the living dead soon?

He Mutian suppressed his complicated emotions and analyzed the situation rationally. However, without waiting for the time and plot on his side to reach Yan Xiao's 16-year-old age, a black-robed man wrapped in a black mist landed beside his bed.

It was the Great Demon Yan.

The Great Demon Yan grabbed He Mutian's neck: "You!? Do you want to make the sacrificial array come back and torture me every day?"

"Do you think that if you can escape and hide in Mo's, I won't be able to find you?"

"I will finish you today, and then kill this ignorant and fearless little demon clan, so as to relieve the hatred in my heart!"

On the bed, NPC Yan Xiao's appearance gradually changed to that of He Mutian.

And seeing the young He Mutian and the familiar He Dui being choked by the big devil so short of breath and blushing, no one in the barrage area could laugh anymore——

[What are you doing, assign such a broken role to the players, and let the boss-level NPC choke their necks as soon as they come up, how can this be a strategy?The newly changed game rules are too pitiful! 】

[A child (contestant) of how old, and a demon king (NPC) who has lived and died for an unknown number of lives, let the two of them face off?What's more, you guys might as well just send He Mutian home! 】

[Come on someone!Does anyone care?This year's game let us watch this?What does Mu Tian attack, just ask what Mu Tian can attack now?How many seconds can the Raiders hold their breath at the latest, and how many seconds later will they hang up? 】

In the dungeon, He Mutian saw his health bar keep dropping in his field of vision.

Although he was struggling and incompetent in the face of Great Demon Yan at this moment, he also sensibly knew that something was wrong.

The first is the plot. In the plot, if Yan Zhongzhou can bring the prince to hide in the Mo Clan, it will definitely not be discovered by the Great Demon Yan so early.

The second is the feeling of the Great Demon Yan in front of him. It doesn't look like he is going through a plot at all, but like a ruthless killer assigned by the dungeon, specially used to kill him.

Kill him?

He Mutian paused in his heart.

That's right, in that dream, the black mist representing Da Moyan really wanted to kill him at first, but after the devil's breath passed through his chest, it couldn't hurt him at all. Muttering "how come, how come".

Even if the dream had nothing to do with the dungeon, it was just his fantasy in a deep sleep at night, but after thinking about it for a while, if the Great Demon Yan could find the orphaned prince and kill him so early, in the plot, why would the prince escape alone in the first place? value.

Being able to live alone and become an orphan must play an extremely important role in the plot.

Although I don't know what it does...

A sword suddenly appeared out of thin air and stabbed at the big demon.

The big demon didn't have time to react, he immediately broke free from the hand that was choking his neck while dodging, and He Mutian instantly had the strength to breathe.

【Avoid it! 】

Then, He Mutian yelled: "Father—! Mother—!"

The door of the room was bounced open with a bang, and Yan Zhongzhou appeared at the door like a divine soldier descending into the world.

【Ahhhhhhhhhh, the rescuers are here! 】

[So children must have a reliable father no matter what, no matter what they pick up later is still their own. 】

On the other side, on the bed, He Mutian felt that the meridians all over his body were healing rapidly.

At the same time, a familiar voice came from my ear:

"Listen, the copy has been tampered with."

Boss Chen?

Chen Dedao: "Some things, I will explain to you in detail after your competition is over. Now I can only tell you that the plot of the dungeon has been changed, and even the rules of the competition system have been temporarily changed."

hacker?

Chen Dedao: "Just treat that person as a hacker. But I can only tell you now that the hacker wants to expel you in the copy."

He Mutian paused: What do you mean?

Chen Dedao: "'He' doesn't want you to live in the dungeon for a long time, so he wants to find a quick and reasonable way to make you lose the game and quit the dungeon as soon as possible."

He Mutian didn't ask any further questions, and followed the words: "'He' has an enmity with me?" If it's really what Chen Dedao said, isn't this targeting too deliberate.

Chen Dedao said something He Mutian didn't understand: "'He' can't hold it anymore, we have to quicken our pace."

?

what?

Chen Dedao: "Don't stay in Mo's anymore, take the initiative to attack, go directly to Ah Liu."

?

Ah Liu?

However, what He Mutian didn't know was that the plot on A Liu's side was not warm for a few seconds.

One moment, Aliu was playing hide-and-seek with his fellow sect in the Library Pavilion, and the next moment, the sect was ambushed and besieged.

Viewers only thought that this was another Wenning Mountain, only Jiang Yudun, who hadn't entered the dungeon and started the live broadcast while explaining, was in front of the live broadcast screen.

Distant mountains, steles.

Carved doors, built with jade.

The one standing in front of the mountain gate is exactly——

Inaction Monument.

In front of the stele, some disciples hurried back and reported back to the sect, saying that there was a formation of the living dead at the foot of the mountain, and several brothers died in the formation.

In the ear, Lian Mai's barricade: "Aliu is an important official NPC after all, this life experience is too sad, the front foot just entered the teacher's door, just apprenticed to the teacher, and the back foot teacher's door is going to disappear?"

"Which boss is behind the scenes? It's like chasing him and wanting him to die early."

Jiang Yu watched the live broadcast, his expression getting colder.

Not long after, he said "Something's going on, I'm going to broadcast it", and then turned off the live broadcast room, leaving a barricade full of question marks and water friends who hadn't reacted yet.

[?This is, a pigeon? 】

Lu Lei coughed, and quickly found an excuse for Liu Guang: "His family has been busy lately."

[What's the matter?Are you moving? 】

【I got sick? 】

【It's not about getting married, is it? 】

Lu Lei: "Cough... Hey, you know, a man in the prime of his life, besides being full of energy, he has to coax his wife from time to time."

[Pull it down quickly, Liu Guang's aura is impressive at first glance. 】

Barricade: ? ? ?

Jiang Yu has already signed up and entered the dungeon.

Once inside, it is the role of Ah Liu.

At that moment, he seemed to return to the sect, once again exposed to the danger and urgency of the sect being besieged.

The difference is that now he no longer feels dizzy and bewildered because of panic.

Only calm.

He grabbed the wrist of a nephew of the same age and different generation who ran past him: "A Su!"

The white-clothed monk named A Su turned his face blankly. Seeing that it was A Liu, he raised his leg and kicked his ass angrily: "What time is it? Why are you calling me? I have to go and wait for orders!"

Jiang Yu looked at the extremely familiar face, and the black and white figures in his memory suddenly became vivid after the death of the teacher.

It was as if nothing happened back then, and they were still there.

"Senior Sister!" Jiang Yu saw a familiar face again.

"Little oil!"

"Congshan!"

"Master He!"

Everyone, everyone, is there.

Like the Inaction Monument, it was not crushed by the grievances of the immortal sect in the past.

Jiang Yu fell into a dream, and soon woke up like a dream.

The monument of inaction has been broken long ago, and the master gate is long gone. This is just a dungeon.

But why there are exactly the same masters in the dungeon, Ah Liu, so it's not someone else, but himself?

"Aliu!" Suddenly, someone in the courtyard shouted.

Jiang Yu turned around, it was the uncle who was in charge of the logistics of the former sect.

Uncle Master found him, ran over, grabbed his arm, and pulled him to walk in one direction: "Quick, follow me, it's too late!"

Jiang Yu grabbed the arm of the uncle who was also familiar with him: No.

He lowered his head and looked at his undeveloped figure.

What time is it now?

Even though the dungeon calendar is different from his previous life, at least he has not forgotten one thing: when his master fell, it was when he was a teenager.

Didn't he just follow his master to become a teacher now?

Get wiped out right away?

Is it because the dungeon plot doesn't even copy the homework?

Or can they hope that their master will die soon?

Seeing that Jiang Yu stopped and refused to leave, the logistics master stamped his feet anxiously: "Aliu, what are you doing?"

Jiang Yu suddenly raised his eyes to look at him: "Uncle Zhou, what was my favorite food when I was young?"

The logistician uncle pulled his arm and walked forward: "Whenever, I still want to eat."

Jiang Yu's eyes were sharp, and his tone was calm: "Don't you know?" As he spoke, he shook off the logistics uncle's hand.

Jiang Yu called out to the familiar faces who rushed in and out of the courtyard again, and asked them about their daily habits, preferences, and preferences. Senior brothers and sisters, senior brothers and sisters, nephews and senior uncles all showed inexplicable and dissatisfied faces, as if they were silently blaming Why is he so ignorant, when did he say such useless things?

Jiang Yu stood in the courtyard, regardless of everything around him, he remained motionless, and calmly said: "I didn't know what I liked to eat when I was a mortal, and I didn't even find out what my senior sisters and brothers liked, so I dared to Create this false image full of loopholes in front of my eyes!?"

The young man raised his hand to the sky, and in the whirlwind, he conjured a sword out of thin air, and slashed at his whole body. The air suddenly solidified, and a small, almost invisible opening hung in the air like a wound. It seemed nothing, but...

The world suddenly shook.

【? ? ? 】

[Fuck, what's going on here? 】

[Wait, that sword, isn't that Mu Tian's sword? 】

[What Mu Tian's sword, it turned out to be the tea maker Xiao Jiang's sword! 】

【Day, how many masters have changed for this sword? If you don’t know, you might think it’s a normal dungeon weapon. 】

[This man is the Lord's little smelly sword. 】

What everyone doesn't know is that Jiang Yu's sword was reshaped by the inexplicably modified dungeon plot. On the code page running around in the background, the invisible and powerful hand, which is invisible and intangible, seemed to be severely scalded. Suddenly, he shrank back suddenly.

At the same time, the dungeon world refreshed a "new plot" that was not under the control of the official, and the hand behind the scenes was unexpected——

20 years later.

[20 years later, a master in the world of cultivating immortals discovered the secret method in the secret realm of Penghai, and his practice soared to the realm of the cave. 】

On the live broadcast screen, the little Aliu holding the sword suddenly grew taller in the skyrocketing golden light.

When the golden light faded, the exposed face was exactly——

[Isn't that Liu Guang? ! 】

Barricade Live Room——

[? ? ? ?Lu Shen, are you sure that Liu Guang just ran away because of something at home, didn't he go back to the dungeon to be an NPC? 】

Barricade: ...

No, not sure.

And the streamer of the player and the streamer of the NPC, the streamer of the Nascent Soul realm and the streamer of the Almighty, seem to be two completely different people.

I saw the young man in the plain robe holding a sword in one hand and the other behind his back, bowing his head and sweeping his body, his expression was full of stability in control of everything, and full of detachment of indifference to everything.

He flicked his sword, more powerful and imposing than Yan Zhongzhou back then.

With the sword in his hand, he shouted: "Smelly dog."

Copy prompt:

[The streamer sword. 】

[Created from the fusion of the treasures of heaven and earth found in the secret realm of the vast sea and the magic spirits of the magic realm obtained by accident. 】

[Among them, the main body of the Demon Realm Demon Spirit is actually the Great Demon Yan who engulfed Yan's orphan. 】

The copy seems to be afraid that the audience will not know what the specification of the sword is, so it specially gives a close-up, marking the sword body: this is the great demon Yan who is now delirious; marking Jiansui: this is Yan Xiao who has gained a ray of life.

At the same time, there was an extra thread on the wrist of Liu Guang's sword-holding hand, which he couldn't see, but the audience could see. The He Mutian that the audience can see.

He Mutian raised his eyebrows, Jian Sui shook, and Tassel rubbed against the back of Liu Guang's hand.

Liu Guang held the sword, flicked his wrist, walked forward, and continued to explore the truth of this dungeon, while saying calmly: "You dog, if you don't want to be thrown into the fire, take care of yourself so that you don't get sick."

The red thread connecting the two people, one real and the other virtual, twisted into the shape of five fingers, and patted He Mutian's buttocks lightly and reproachfully.

He Mutian: ...

audience:!

There's something about this plot.