Chapter 93: Evolution of the Block World

The Chunyang players had been on guard for a full hour, but the body of the soldier girl was still lying at the foot of Huashan Mountain.

No matter how the player tried to revive her, the other party remained indifferent and had no reply.

"The dead can't talk..."

The Chunyang player was really panicked: "Aren't you? Are you so principled? Just saying one life means one life?"

"Get up!"

"Hey, you don't want to play anymore?" The player kept sending text messages, but the deceased never replied.

The Chunyang players became more and more panicked as they waited. Page after page of news appeared, but the military girl refused to resurrect and was very stubborn.

This made him a little sad, and he realized that the other party was really playing the game, really treating the game as life, and really strictly following the rules he had set for himself.

If you die, you will not be resurrected. If you die, you will really die.

And he killed the other person's only life in the game.

"I'm sorry, this life is not considered a good one, right?"

"You don't have to be so serious, can you just click on Resurrection?"

Chunyang was a little anxious, and suddenly thought of something, and said: "No, it's not resurrection! This is not death, this is serious injury! Just click on it and heal it on the spot!"

He suddenly thought that since the other party was so serious, he must give the other party a way to step down.

It just so happens that players in this game don't actually have a real explanation for death. All deaths are serious injuries.

"You're wrong! You're still alive and healing!" As he said that, Chunyang was suddenly startled, and then thought that the other person's character had a person with no martial arts skills.

According to what I learned from the brief contact, even if the fall was only a serious injury rather than death, the other party's temperament would not use the exercise to heal the injury, because the other party respected his personality extremely.

It was you who made the mistake. It was because he was too disrespectful, because he didn't understand the other person well enough, and because he valued the other person's life as a real life, he killed her.

For a moment, he felt extremely guilty.

"Don't be like this... Okay! Okay, I understand! I'm going to call someone to rescue you, just hold on!" the Chunyang player said, and hurriedly took out his mobile phone to call his gang relatives and friends.

What he was looking for was an enchanting player. In this game, only the Ten Thousand Flowers, Five Poisons, Seven Shows and other sects had the ability to resurrect.

"It's late, I'm already asleep, what are you doing?" a man said on the other end of the phone.

"Get online quickly! Human life is at stake!" Chunyang players shouted.

"What? Are you being killed by someone?" said my friend in confusion.

"I killed an army girl, come and save her!" The Chunyang player briefly described what he had encountered in the snowy mountains.

After hearing this, my friend couldn't help laughing and said: "Hahaha, you are a drama queen, isn't this..."

"This is called playing games, come on!"

The friend said: "Why are you so anxious? She doesn't want to be resurrected herself, so why should you? I know this kind of player, it's just a small account. Wait until she changes her account and starts a new life."

But the Chunyang player didn't care, insisting that his friends come online quickly to save people.

"Hurry up, she is seriously injured now and may die at any time!" Chunyang said.

After hearing this, my friend laughed and said, "Damn it, are you so stupid? She can still get up even if she lies dead for a year."

He went up slowly, and when he reached the boundary of Chunyang Palace, he suddenly found that Chunyang Palace was gone!

Tai Chi Square and Zuowang Peak have all disappeared!

"Eh? Did you change the map?" his friend said.

"without……"

"Why hasn't it been changed? Where has your Chunyang Palace gone? Why is this mountain so bald? Has it been moved to the Sword Forum? I'll go take a look." My friend asked curiously.

"Don't run around, come here quickly!"

The Chunyang player didn't care about his own sect at all at the moment. Under his strong insistence, his friend had no choice but to rush to him.

But after running for a while, he said: "Your place is too remote. I'm out of breath. Come pick me up."

The Chunyang player had no choice but to run over to pick him up, and the two flew together to reach the corpse.

However, when I came over to see it, the body was gone.

"Where are they? Where are the military girls?" asked the charming friend.

"It's too late...she's dead." The Chunyang player said in a low voice.

"Isn't it just offline?" Yaoxiu's friend said indifferently.

The Chunyang player said sadly: "No, she is serious. Since she is seriously injured and her martial arts skills are useless and she cannot save herself, she can only be saved by others. But it is still too late. Her offline means that she feels that she has been seriously injured for too long. Died... People only have one life, if they die, they will die. She will not be online again..."

"Ah? Is there such a way to play? Do you need to be so serious?" said my friend.

"Of course she is so serious. Do you think I am joking with you? She is such a serious person. I understand her, but I understand it too late..." the Chunyang player said in a low tone.

Feeling something was wrong with the other person's voice, my friend said unexpectedly: "Uh... you like her?"

Chunyang said in a low voice: "Her dancing posture is beautiful, and her eyes are even more beautiful."

The friend was speechless and said: "Oh, aren't they all the same? I just dance well. I dance well too. Let me show it to you!"

As he spoke, his charming horn began to spin in circles, and even released a segment of the Queen Mother's sleeves waving.

However, this seemingly gorgeous dance did not interest him at all. Instead, it made him cherish the unrepeatable dance from before.

Chunyang stood on the snow peak, silently checking the ID of the military girl just now, and found that there was no such person, which meant that she had deleted her account.

"Hahaha..." He laughed sadly. That dance and that person were so unique that no one could replace them.

Looking back at it now, everything seems like a dream.

"It's different...you guys are different." He said softly.

"Why is it different? By the way, you said she was a military girl before? That's not right, how does Tian Ce dance? Are you dreaming?" The friend wondered, wondering if he was hit by reality. He was hallucinating.

Chunyang was also surprised by this. At this time, an announcement of service suspension appeared in the game.

Because of a major bug, a large amount of data of all sect buildings disappeared. In order to ensure that player data is not lost, the service was urgently suspended to repair the bug.

"Emergency service suspension, a big bug?" The friend murmured.

Chunyang was also absent-minded. He didn't care about sect buildings. He just thought that if the dance just now appeared because of a bug, wouldn't he never see it again in the future?

"I was wondering why I didn't see Chunyang Palace when I came here. Wow, the sect can also lose data! No, is Xiufang gone too?" The friend was surprised.

But Chunyang didn't care anymore. He quietly quit the gang.

"Damn, why did you quit the gang? What are you doing?" The friend was surprised.

"I don't want to play it anymore. All the fun in this game is not as good as the previous dance. I regret not understanding her earlier." Chunyang player said, and directly cut off his meridians, and then went offline.

His friend said anxiously: "Don't, you are A now? You can find her! Check her ID, ask in the forum, ask in various groups, you can always find her."

Chunyang said: "I will find her, but here, in this Tang Dynasty, the military girl who can dance the fan dance will never appear again."

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During the more than ten hours of driving, Mo Qiong basically operated the computer.

When he arrived in Dengzhou, the low-dimensional people from more than a dozen countries in the alien world completed the large-scale immigration. Except for people from extremely distant countries, people from the central countries basically entered the MC world.

The current population of the MC world is about 10 million, and it is undergoing a large-scale construction.

Those who have not learned magic also rely on the advantage of being alive to get a large amount of resources and buildings from various game worlds, especially NPCs that can generate items infinitely.

At this moment, countless pavilions, fireworks and waterside pavilions, forest gardens and villas, and Taoist temples stand in MC.

Except for remote areas, the places where low-dimensional people mainly live have been turned upside down. The once blurred block world has gradually been transformed to be close to a real world.

Those mosaic-like images can basically only be seen in the sky, and after the land is covered with stone slabs laid by low-dimensional people, the clarity has directly soared to the level of movies.

High-definition game materials are constantly mixed with MC world blocks to improve the image quality of the entire world.

These materials from the game can be multiplied by putting them on the desktop and then right-clicking to copy them, so the buildings in Jianwangsan, Mo Qiong collected them mainly those building materials with blue bricks and red tiles, carved dragons and painted buildings.

Buildings copied countless times, dismantled and rebuilt, can build countless styles of buildings.

When moving a large number of high-definition game materials, several low-dimensional people who interacted deeply with players died there.

Because even if they repeatedly said that they were afraid of death, players would not really think they were afraid of death, which often caused many tragedies in the end.

However, Mo Qiong recovered the bodies of these people, resurrected them, and let them learn more earth literature and art, such as poetry, songs, sculptures, paintings, literature and music, for future use.

"That's it, tsk tsk, my neck is sore."

Mo Qiong sat in the car for a whole day, played on the computer for a whole day, his waist and neck were sore, after saying goodbye to the driver, he returned to school with his computer bag on his back.

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