Chapter 987 What Kind of Game Is Reality

Greenland tapped the virtual keyboard carelessly. The team battle she expected was ruined. It was particularly lonely when she was wandering alone, so she started to send messages to harass her group members.

Unfortunately, everyone seemed to have encountered the enemy, and no one replied.

"A truly strong person should fight and chat at the same time!"

Greenland waved her fists at the void twice, and soon became weak again. Her finger poked a dialog box.

It was the Ripper. The recent chat content was very official. She seemed to be looking for an excuse to chat and used physical discomfort as the beginning, and the Ripper would reply seriously, which made her a little embarrassed. She could only send an emoticon reply, and then there was no follow-up.

If the Ripper said jokingly [Are you using the expert number for free], she would definitely be embarrassed and fidget.

But the Ripper would definitely say this before, and she would admit it with a thick face.

At that time, they had not met offline, and their chats were more casual at that time.

Greenland pushed the chat content forward, looking at the dialogue, and smiled unconsciously on her face, as if she had returned to that time before.

"Reality...what kind of game is it?"

In the past, Greenland would bluntly say it was a rubbish game, because it was cool, but as she got older, she would say it seriously.

It is a game that depends on the player. When you are happy, you will feel strange even if you are hit by bird shit, and take photos as a souvenir. When you are in a bad mood, you will respond with a bad attitude even if your family cares about you.

Greenland missed the happy times, so that she would not feel uneasy and impatient when looking at the chat content. She deleted and wrote some words, but she could not send them out. Finally, she sent an emoticon package.

Inadvertently, she pressed the send button, and an emoticon opened the private chat between her and the Ripper today.

When she was busy trying to withdraw the emoticon package, the Ripper had already replied.

[Sneak, suddenly vibrated]

Greenland almost reflexively typed a lot of text into it. It was a bunch of rubbish, mixed with a lot of dirty jokes, but just when she was about to press send, the Ripper's face flashed in front of her, and her hand stopped.

Then she deleted those words with some fear.

But if she didn't say anything, it seemed like she was really just harassing, so she pretended to care about the situation of other group members.

[I think Claire is a little dangerous. She seems to have always been a supporting role in team battles. ]

"Claire is the one you don't have to worry about the most. To some extent, she is a bit like the little angel." Greenland breathed a sigh of relief and his tone was much more relaxed.

"Haven't you heard that those artists are a bit weird? Claire is that type. When she fights alone, she is basically like a puppet being manipulated, or an octopus or something. Her attacks are completely unsystematic and extremely difficult to deal with."

[Why is it difficult to deal with? ]

"Because when I first saw that thing, I thought I had encountered a special monster. I chased it for a whole month before I found out that it was a player."

"Isn't this the same treatment as mine?"

The Ripper smiled and wiped the neck of an evil player with the dagger in his hand, splashing blood all over his face.

The special skills of the [Ripper] series can turn the blood splashed on oneself into a special costume and obtain corresponding bonuses.

If minors see it, they will probably see a bunch of mosaics.

The Ripper can see the caution between the lines of Greenland's words. If possible, he hopes that Greenland can be more casual, but after meeting offline, Greenland has been like this.

To be honest... this is his fault. After all, hemorrhoid surgery is not a suitable opportunity to meet.

However, the chainsaw demon was very calm at that time, probably because the chainsaw demon was the one sitting next to the hemorrhoid surgery, and he was the one standing next to the guidance.

However, after recognizing each other, the chainsaw demon shamelessly asked him to do it himself, and cut his own by the way.

"Alas... what am I thinking."

The Ripper tore open a demon's belly with a tearing sound. This level of bloody and violent scenes was completely harmonized and directly turned into floating illusory blocks and drops.

The evil player next to him was talking nonsense, but the Ripper didn't hear a word, and threw the dagger in his hand into the evil player's forehead.

The Ripper reflected on his behavior, but it was somewhat Greenland's own problem. As a streamer, Greenland never met the top one.

But the Ripper was very glad about this, because he felt a little bad when he thought about Greenland meeting the former top one.

"Is it better to do a head examination or a heart endoscopy?"

The Ripper was thinking wildly while sending all the evil players away, and finally there was only one demon left.

"Tell me, what does your base look like?"

"Ghost, only ghosts would..." The demon wanted to say something tough, but the Ripper's face, which was smiling, frowning, and expressionless, was too scary.

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"It's a shipwreck, a shipwreck under the cliff!"

"Thank you for your cooperation." The Ripper stabbed the demon with one more blow, completing the harvest, and then he sent this message to the chat group.

Cliff and shipwreck, these two elements are not ordinary rare.

Greenland sent a complimenting emoticon, and the Ripper's face broke into a smile again, but soon sank again.

Greenland stopped chatting with him, and the conversation was interrupted.

According to recent situations, until the next time Greenland finds a topic to deal with official business, this dialog box will not send a vibration that makes him itchy.

The Ripper poked at the dialog box. Greenland's mind was much simpler than he thought. He knew what Greenland was thinking, so he was embarrassed and didn't know what to do.

"Wait... next time there is a chance."

The Ripper sighed weakly and walked forward dejectedly.

At the same time, Mammon was packing things carelessly. Although he had gotten everything he wanted, he was a man with professional ethics.

Of course, he had to give it to these players.

After all, this game will be forced to shut down soon, at least let these players see what he promised before that.

Click——

Mammon turned his head and looked at the place where the sound came from. It was the Bandit King.

The Bandit King's real name was... he couldn't remember it. He really had no interest in this game, and of course he was not good at remembering the names of NPCs.

"You haven't turned into a monster yet?" He asked as usual, and this time the Bandit King answered him.

"I won't turn into a monster."