Trash games kill me [holographic]

An Zhengchu couldn't help but laugh: "Grandpa, did you make a mistake?"

The old man didn't seem to hear what he said, and he turned a blind eye to the others.He grabbed An Zhengchu's wrist with his backhand, and his beard trembled with excitement: "Young man, you are such a good seed, you are born to be a talent in my line of work! I don't think you have chosen a career yet, so don't hesitate, just choose us." Let's do it!"

Embarrassed, An Zhengchu broke away from his hand, intending to help him up: "Grandpa, let's get up and talk first." He was still sitting on the ground.

But the old man waved his hand away, and said in disbelief, "I won't get up if you don't agree!"

An Zhengchu stared blankly, and hurriedly waved his hands: "No, old man, how can you—"

The old man lay down on the ground without waiting for him to finish his sentence: "Ah, it hurts me to death. Hit someone! Hit someone! Someone hit this old man and wants to deny it!" Fog was thrown up around the body to cover a cloud of light dust, making the robes on his body even more dusty.

An Zhengchu: ...

other people:……

More like touch porcelain.

Hengdao squatted down, sized up the old man, and comforted An Zhengchu in the team chat: "Don't worry, it should be some hidden mission or hidden job."

Although the old man had a gray beard and was still leaning on a cane, his face was full of red, and he was full of energy when speaking. Now he was very flexible and powerful, so he must have not fallen just now.

Although a robe is a bit old, it is made of good material, but it is dirty.There are dark spots here and there on the gray robe, maybe it's because it's dirty from touching porcelain all day long?

An Zhengchu nodded: "Well, I also don't think he has any malicious intentions."

"Of course." Hengdao looked at him with a smile, "Not to mention how popular you are with NPCs, you didn't understand what he meant? He wants you to follow him into the job."

An Zhengchu scratched his chin: "Is it so casual to join the job?" He looked at the others, "It's the same for you when you join the job..." After a pause, "I picked it up on the side of the road?"

The panda laughed: "Of course not, we are looking for an NPC." He then squatted next to the horizontal knife, rubbing his chin to watch the old man perform, "This old man looks really unreliable."

The old man howled for a long time, and found that no one was paying attention to him, so he secretly opened his eyelids to look at him.Then I realized that I was surrounded by crowds, and I was immediately angry: "Are you watching the fun? Ah? You are really uneducated! What's wrong with the young people nowadays? The old man who bumped into me is still watching the excitement?! Not yet Hurry up to help the old man?! Be careful that the old man will let the government put you all in prison!"

"Hey~~ You have nothing to worry about." The fat man half squatting behind the panda whistled, "It seems to have some status."

Ziye nodded: "I can't tell the grade or attributes, but the clothes are not bad." Looking around, "There are no plaques on the houses here, and I don't know where they are."

Hengdao stroked his chin: "Maybe they came here from other places to touch porcelain."

The panda laughed: "What kind of porcelain are you touching? They are obviously looking for Ah Jiu!"

Hengdao glared at him: "Don't talk if you can't talk!" What do you like?Is the man who is Ah Jiu dead?

An Zhengchu had no choice but to pull the horizontal knife and let him return to the topic: "What should we do now?"

The old man couldn't hear their team frequency, only saw their mouths opening and closing, but couldn't hear the sound, knowing that it was a strange person avoiding him in a unique way of chatting, and he was even more angry: "You, you—" He He slapped the floor and cried again, "Oh my God, what's wrong with this world? People's hearts are so dark, and you still watch the fun after bumping into someone—"

An Zhengchu's black thread reached out to help him again: "Grandpa, I'll help you, I'll help you. Let's get up and talk."

The old man raised his eyelids and squinted at him: "Then you agreed to join the job?"

An Zhengchu was speechless, but the other party seemed to be more than a round older than him. He didn't want to have a quarrel with the old man, so he continued: "Then you have to tell me, what is your profession?"

The old man was displeased: "You still want to ask? My old man invited you personally, shouldn't you respond respectfully? You still want to ask this question and that who is pushy?!" He howled again, "Oh my God! The world is going down—morality—the young people of today—"

Crowd: ...

The panda and the fat man looked at each other, and the panda leaned over to pat the old man: "Master, hey, master!"

The old man stopped instantly and stared at him: "Why? You want to join our... Zongmen? Let me tell you, no way! You are such a reckless man, you are not even worthy to carry our shoes!"

"Reckless—puh ha ha ha ha!" The fat man burst out laughing.

The panda rolled his eyes and said with a smirk: "Yes, yes, old man, you look very heroic. Of course, an ordinary person like me is not worthy of your sect. Under the leadership of such a heroic you, I must Your sect must be famous all over the world, and everyone will come to join in admiration..." He raised an eyebrow at the old man, "Then why do you always act like a pottery here?"

The old man was at a loss for words, and then became angry with embarrassment: "What are you talking about?! You hit me and still have the nerve to blame me for talking?" He continued to snark, "The world is going down—morality——"

panda:……

The fat man had already laughed so hard that he fell on top of the panda.

While Fat Panda surrounded the old man to ask questions, Hengdao grabbed An Zhengchu and moved back a few steps: "Do you have any school or profession you want to join?"

An Zhengchu thought for a while, then asked him, "What kind of occupations do you have?"

Hengdao seemed to have expected that he didn't know, and said: "There are three main categories, combat occupations, support occupations, and life occupations. Except that life occupations are the one with the least manpower, combat and support can only be the same."

"There are many kinds of occupations in this game. Combat occupations are mostly divided by weapons, such as knives, guns and sticks. Most auxiliary occupations are divided by abilities, such as nurses, such as poison masters."

"Nurse...?" An Zhengchu opened his eyes wide.

"...a doctor who can replenish blood." Hengdao looked at him speechlessly. "Have you never played a game?"

An Zhengchu scratched his cheek: "Mmm. When I was a child... well, I never played it because of my condition." But he played Tetris and Snake before.However, even if he said it, Heng Dao and the others probably wouldn't know each other.

Hearing what he said, Hengdao couldn't help making up a lot of things in his head, looking at An Zhengchu with distressed eyes.

An Zhengchu didn't realize that he was pitiful in the eyes of the object at all, and was still very surprised: "Why don't you continue? You haven't mentioned the specific occupation yet."

Hengdao paused: "There are too many specific occupations in this game, such as learning swords, there is Haoqimen, there is Feihong Pavilion, there is Zixiao Mansion, there is Shuangjianmen... all kinds, as long as you find the students Sword NPCs may all be an independent sect. So," he glanced at the old man who was surrounded by the fat man, "so, before we know what the old man's weapons or abilities are, we don't know what the old man's skills are. What is the sect?"

An Zhengchu nodded: "Is it important which sect you join?"

Hengdao thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "As far as I know, each school has its own strengths and weaknesses. This game belongs to the ancient martial arts school, and it pays more attention to the player's physical fitness. Even if it is the same school and the same level, it still depends on physical fitness—" He suddenly stopped and looked at An Zhengchu hesitantly, "You..."

An Zhengchu blinked: "What's wrong?"

Hengdao looked confused: "Are you going to choose a combat profession?"

"Isn't it possible?" An Zhengchu was puzzled and scratched his cheek, "As a man, it's normal for me to want to play combat profession..."

Hengdao: ...

"Baby." Heng Dao smiled and sighed, "Your attributes are so... Are you planning to use trench digging as a trap to kill monsters in the future when you play combat?"

The sudden baby sound made An Zhengchu's whole body turn red.He hurriedly went to see other people, there was the fat man molesting the old man, the panda, and the kindergarten in front of him, and there was Midnight watching the fun with his hands in the back, and everyone seemed to have not heard what Hengdao said.

He breathed a sigh of relief and turned around.

As soon as his eyes passed, Ziye smiled and gave Heng Dao a thumbs up, Heng Dao raised his eyebrows and ignored him.

"You, me, we were just now..." An Zhengchu blushed, and changed the channel to private chat, "What are you——speak up!"

Heng Dao was dissatisfied: "Why didn't I talk properly?" He was rational and vigorous, "Even if we just got together, as long as the relationship is established, I can call you Bao——"

An Zhengchu covered his mouth with a red face and gritted his teeth: "Change the private chat channel!"

Listen, several members of the team laughed in the team channel.

Hengdao stuck out his tongue and licked his palm——

【warn!The player Hengdao made behaviors beyond the level of favorability with the player's glass of dirty wine, please stop immediately!If you don't stop, you will be kicked out of the game after 30 seconds! 】

...and play it three times in a loop.

Coupled with An Zhengchu's red light and the big [Report] button.

This is equivalent to blatantly and nakedly announcing to everyone what Heng Dao, whose mouth was covered by An Zhengchu, did just now.

An Zhengchu withdrew his hand like lightning.

Unfortunately, it's too late.

"Pfft ha ha ha ha ha ha—" Intense laughter broke out in the team frequency.

"My god—" Panda laughed directly and fell to the ground, "Boss, why is your favorability so low? I thought... Hahahaha, you still have the nerve to take advantage of Ah Jiu?!"

Fatty and Kindergarten laughed so hard that they couldn't even talk.Even the slightly calmer Ziye couldn't help turning her head and coughing desperately.

An Zhengchu wished that there would be a crack in the ground for him to crawl into.

Heng Dao's eye knife immediately flew over: "Do you want to PK with a real person?"

The laughter stopped abruptly.

The fat man blushed: "Old~big~~you~this is~ venting anger~~" He recited the sentence with vibrato alive.

The horizontal knife is about to strike——

"Hey! I'm talking about you——no, I'm talking about you!" The old man, who couldn't get up on the ground, suddenly came back to his senses, sat up, pushed away the fat man and others around him, and stared straight at An Zhengchu, "You boy, can you enter my door? If you don't—"

An Zhengchu was worried that he couldn't get rid of the current predicament. When the old man interrupted him like this, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and followed the old man's words: "Old man, you see my attributes are so poor, is it suitable to join your sect?"

It was also Hengdao who reminded him.

Not to mention how to fight monsters in the village.After the Pandas and the others entered the team, An Zhengchu saw their attributes that were almost the same, and only then did he fully and straightforwardly realize his scum.

...Even in the game, he is far from reaching the level of ordinary people...

No, no, he must cheer up and stop complaining about himself!

As soon as his thoughts drifted away, he was pulled back by the old man's loud voice.

"Vulgar! Vulgar! What are attributes?" The old man sneered, "How can we be compared with those ordinary people? What we look at is the brain and the character!"

An Zhengchu came back to his senses, and when he heard his words, he immediately understood: "Is it intelligence and reputation?"

"It's intelligence and reputation."

A familiar voice sounded on the team frequency at the same time.

An Zhengchu paused, glanced at the others, and saw that they were all winking ambiguously, and quickly corrected his expression, without looking at the horizontal knife, and continued to ask the old man: "Then sir, is your sect's combat power strong? My attributes Too bad, I want to join a sect that can help me improve my combat power."

The old man waved his hand: "Don't worry, the old man never cheats, my door is the most suitable for you." He slapped his chest loudly, "As long as you enter my door, as long as you learn a little superficial knowledge, you can be a thousand soldiers!" You will be terrified when Wanma meets. How? Are you not tempted? Do you agree?"

so arrogant?

Everyone was dubious.

An Zhengchu is naturally not stupid, he frowned: "Old man, you sound a bit hypocritical. I promise—" words...

"Okay!" The old man patted his thigh, "Just promise! I'll just wait for your words!"

【Ding!A cup of Zhuojiu, a player, was appreciated by the Guozijian Jijiu, successfully joined the Guozijian, and became one of the many students. 】

An Zhengchu: ...

Audience: ...

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