Wang Yiyuan tells you responsibly that the joy of cheating is beyond your imagination.
The sense of privilege that the whole world seems to center on you, and the sense of superiority over other players, make Wang Yiyuan, an old and familiar uncle who is ready to play games, even have some signs of being addicted to games.
Fortunately, every time this moment comes, reminders of balance and credit card repayments will pull him out of his addiction.
Games are just games, and they have to be played properly.
Under the influence of pulling Sima Hui's tiger skin, Wang Yiyuan's efficiency in accepting tasks and completing tasks was much higher than that of ordinary people. Two days later, his strength and strategy attributes both reached 40, and his reputation also reached 36 points.
On the street, Wang Yiyuan was chasing a panicked NPC with his sand sculpture hood on. He flew up and kicked the person in front of him to the ground.
He rushed forward, stepped on the man who fell to the ground and was still trying to get up, took out a bundle of rope from his bag and tied the man tightly.
"Run? Run! You dare to steal on the street in broad daylight! Come with me to the government!"
The system prompts: "You successfully captured a thief who was stealing. Because the strength difference between him and you is too big, you did not receive any strength improvement."
The system prompts: "You have maintained the security and stability in Yingchuan City, and your chivalrous tendency has been improved. Since you are already well-known in Yingchuan City, you have not gained any reputation improvement."
I'm very angry, the attributes are stuck.
In fact, this is not unexpected. After all, we have not yet entered the main plot of the Yellow Turban Uprising. It is obviously not logical to rely on catching thieves to go to school and become Lu Bu or Zhuge Liang.
If you can become invincible by doing sit-ups, push-ups, and long-distance running every day, you will have to pay the price of a lifetime of poverty and baldness.
During the Yellow Turban Rebellion, when heroes first emerged, the main force of the war was still the fight between those peerless generals and the gods who were close to demons and scheming.
The players are still a group of newly born baby dragons. At least for now, they cannot become the fourth natural disaster that kills gods and Buddhas.
"Thank you so much. The bag contains life-saving money for my child. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't know what to do..." The owner, a woman in her early thirties, grabbed Wang Yiyuan's hand and kept talking.
With words of thanks.
"The thief who robs labor again, knock on the inside, you know, knock on the inside!"
"Thirteen Xiangs, get out of Yingchuan!"
"Wang Shisanxiang has committed so many evil deeds that it's hard to describe them all. Let's all jointly report him!"
The reaction of the players has always been friendly, kind, elegant and easy-going. In fact, since Wang Yiyuan was born, Yingchuan players have felt that they have been targeted.
I tried my best to convince myself that I had received a delivery mission from an NPC. I was about to take the mission item from the NPC, but when I saw Wang Yiyuan passing by, I grabbed the mission item back and shoved it into the person's arms.
Rise.
When I saw a thief or a gangster robbing a primary school monk on the road, I just wanted to go up and show off my chivalry. Wang Yiyuan appeared out of nowhere. He ran faster than you and attacked higher than you. He came up and knocked down the monster with one kick.
, the NPC being helped will always have eyes for him and not you.
What's even worse is that there is an evil player who managed to get into a wealthy and ruthless landlord's family and became a slave. Within two days, the NPC landlord who assigned him the task directly gave Wang Yiyuan justice.
You can touch my mission, you can touch my monster, you can kill my mission NPC, such a huge hatred, we will never share the fate!
"Did you make a loud noise just now? Cuff them all! Let me say it again, no loud noise is allowed in Yingchuan City! The civilized game starts with you and me!"
Wang Yiyuan, as the person involved, looked confused as he looked at a string of cursing players who were being arrested and taken away.
A restaurant in Yingchuan was filled with about forty or fifty strange men and women carrying various weapons and wearing Minions costumes. They were the largest guild in Yingchuan City [Big Bad Alliance].
"That Wang Yiyuan went too far! He must be taught a lesson! As a result, Wu Xiaobo has been arrested twice." The leader, a bald minion, took a big gulp of wine and slammed the bowl on the ground.
, and for a moment, the crowd was furious.
"A porcelain bowl is worth 50 Wen, which will be automatically deducted from your backpack." The shopkeeper's long voice came over, and everyone's angry emotions were stagnated.
[Big Bad Alliance] is a guild formed by the student party. It has been online for a long time, has stable personnel, and many of them know each other. In addition, Yingchuan has a small population and there is no competition, so it is developing prosperously.
The poor boy Wu Xiaobo who was killed by the mission NPC was a member of the [Big Bad Alliance]. How could a young man have ever suffered such injustice? At that time, he went straight to argue with Wang Yiyuan.
"In broad daylight, in the bright sky, you dare to commit murder on the street! Come on! Cuff me!" It is a pity that the police officers justly crushed his behavior, and he finally paid the price for his impulse.
Then after being released, he played red again to find Wang Yiyuan, but Wang Yiyuan, who had overwhelming attributes, was knocked down in one round, tied into a tortoise shell and couriered directly to the government.
It's really miserable.
As we all know, school days are the most important time for brotherly loyalty. What should you do if your friend is bullied? Of course, fuck him!
As for who is right and who is wrong, does it matter?
"That's it! Get rid of him! Let him know that we [Big Bad Alliance] are not easy to mess with!" A one-eyed minion cleared her throat, but her voice was a nice female voice. She was obviously very prestigious in this group.
One sentence set the tone for this matter, "The plot of the Yellow Turban War is about to begin. Everyone's focus is still on improving attributes. If you find that Wang Yiyuan is out of the city, send a message offline. We will kill him once in red. This case
The matter is settled.
And as your senior, I want to emphasize again that school is about to start. If anyone is informed by me that they have failed the class, they will not be able to play "Wushuang" this semester, otherwise they will kill them every time! Do you hear me?
"
"Sister Wu Shuang is preaching again! Run!"
Just slip away, don't mess with me.
Before the one-eyed minion finished speaking, he found that everyone had dispersed and the restaurant was empty.
These little bastards.
The one-eyed minion spat.
Wang Yiyuan didn't know that he had been targeted. At this time, he was drinking tea and listening to cross talk in a teahouse in Yingchuan City. Don't doubt why there is cross talk. This is just a game. If you need it, you can even watch Marvel movies on demand in the teahouse.
Movie.
Wang Yiyuan is now in a boss-like confusion.
Because of a special plug-in buff, Wang Yiyuan reached a certain bottleneck earlier than many people. At least before the Yellow Turban War actually started, it was difficult for him to improve.
His thigh Sima Hui has also been visiting friends abroad recently. It is obvious that the system refuses to give him a chance to continue to gain favor.
This feeling is like a character who has graduated with equipment, achievements, and mounts. After going online, he has nothing to do and can only stand lonely and empty in the street at the gate of Stormwind City.
Life is really lonely as snow.
Wang Yiyuan was lying on the table, like a salted fish.
Just as he was feeling sorry for himself, he saw three sneaky figures approaching his table.
"Brother, are you alone?" His tone sounded like a sales boss.
"Yeah, is something wrong?" Wang Yiyuan raised his eyelids slightly to show that he was still alive.
The three people's eyes lit up, they sat down on all sides of the Eight Immortals table, and took out a pair of mahjong from their bags.
"Three missing and one missing, will you come or not?"
Wang Yiyuan suddenly remembered that these were three of the four people who gathered at the door to play mahjong when he came out of Sima Hui's house.