Everyone looked at Wang Meng in confusion as he rushed up to the second floor as if he was running away.
"Sleep when you're sleepy. You can play by yourself. When the time is up, just leave." Wang Meng's voice came down from the second floor.
Everyone:......
Everyone was speechless. They always felt that the boss in front of them was too out of character. It was only the afternoon, but he was already sleepy? Do you want to go to bed?
The other bosses are probably busy making money now.
If every boss was like him, all the stores would probably close down.
"What should I do if a new person comes over to board the machine?" After all, it was Wang Meng's childhood friend, so Liu Ming was naturally more concerned about Wang Meng, for fear that Wang Meng would lose money.
But in the end, Wang Meng's attitude left Liu Ming and others speechless for a while.
"If there are new players, just ask them to put their money on the counter, and then get on the machine to play. If they don't know how, you can help explain."
There was some indifference in Wang Meng's voice, as if he wasn't worried at all that someone would take the opportunity to steal money and cause trouble.
Zhao Feiyan and Zhao Yin looked at each other in confusion, "This...is this the attitude you should have when opening a shop and being a boss? Isn't this too much for a second uncle?"
"Boss, aren't you worried that someone will steal your money?"
Everyone started talking, but at this time Wang Meng was too lazy to pay attention to these people.
"Steal money? Do you dare?"
I don’t know who said this at this time, and for a moment, the originally noisy shop became quiet.
Everyone looked at me, and I looked at you, with helpless expressions on their faces.
"Playing games, playing games, why are you wondering about this problem when you have nothing to do?"
Just ask if you dare?
Who dares to be so cute!
This store is guarded by a mysterious and powerful man. How dare you come here to steal money? Haha, maybe Shen Yichen hasn't taught him enough lessons, right?
After Wang Meng returned to the room, he locked the door directly. He called up the system page and looked at it curiously.
Just now, the system prompted.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host. The progress of the game is far ahead of other players. As a reward, you can practice in a dream for a day."
"Cultivation in a dream? What is this?" Wang Meng asked curiously. He was a little overwhelmed by this sudden reward.
"Ding! After entering the dream, you can provide the host with the skills training ground perceived in games or TV movies, enhance the proficiency of the skills, and also improve the host's experience. Note: The time after entering the dream is different from the real time flow rate.
One day in reality and one year in dreaming, at the same time, the host can adjust the time of each dreaming according to its own timing."
The system's voice was still very cold, like a ghost without any emotion. But the moment this cold voice reached Wang Meng's mind, Wang Meng's heart became extremely hot.
As long as you see the skills in games or TV, you will have the opportunity to understand them. However, understanding and learning techniques requires a certain degree of proficiency. If the proficiency does not meet the requirements, the skill will naturally not be used.
of.
So how to increase this proficiency? It’s not just a matter of time accumulation.
And now this opportunity of dreaming for one day is equivalent to one year, which completely gives Wang Meng more opportunities to become familiar with the skills. For Wang Meng, how can he not be excited?
Originally, his level was weaker than those of the game players below, but now with this dream setting, it became easier for him to catch up with those people.
"Ding! Do you want to activate dreaming?"
Wang Meng thought for a while, but still couldn't suppress his inner desire for strength, so he nodded directly, "Let's go to sleep for three hours and see what happens?"
According to the system's setting for dreaming, even if I only have three hours, I can have about forty-five days to practice while dreaming. This amount of time is enough for me to master some skills.
As soon as Wang Meng's voice fell, a pair of virtual reality glasses appeared in his hand like magic.
Wang Meng curiously put on the eyes, and for a moment he felt as if his body had been digitized, becoming a series of data streams that traveled through another virtual space. This space was completely empty, and there was no trace of anything else at all.
scenery.
"Ding! Techniques available for learning: critical strike, sword control."
Wang Meng thought for a while and chose to learn the fatal blow for the time being.
However, he had just made the choice, and as a result, his body felt as if it was frozen. No matter how hard Wang Meng struggled, he could not move at all, not even his eyelids.
Immediately afterwards, another stream of data appeared in front of Wang Meng, and the data stream turned into the appearance of an old man from the theater.
The old man held a long sword in his hand and looked at Wang Meng with an extremely ferocious look.
Wang Meng looked at the old man in horror, and saw him directly raise the long sword in his hand, and growled, "A fatal blow, kill."
He saw a very bright sword energy burst out from the long sword in his hand, and struck Wang Meng directly. Wang Meng's body was immediately split into two halves, and his body immediately became one piece.
data flow.
This is a virtual space, just like a game space, so even if Wang Meng dies in this place a thousand times or ten thousand times, his life will not be really in danger. Just like now, the data flow is once again
It condensed and turned into the appearance of Wang Meng.
Of course, although it won't lead to death, the pain is still unbearable.
Wang Meng's body had just recovered, and before he could even react from the pain of being struck, he saw the old man raising the sword in his hand and slashing it at him angrily.
Wang Meng:……
If he could open his mouth to speak now, Wang Meng would be scolded.
Now he finally understood this so-called training, which was to let himself understand this skill while being repeatedly killed by fatal blows.
As soon as this thought came to his mind, his body turned into a data flow again, and this data flow quickly returned to Wang Meng's true form. But in less than a second, he turned into a data flow again, and so on, Wang Meng
He didn't even know how many times he had been hacked to death in one minute.
And when he thought that he might have to endure it for more than forty days, Wang Meng felt like he wanted to die.
"This... system, you damn bitch, come out to me, I will fight you to the death, you damn bitch are so cheating." He complained in his heart, and as a result, his body was cut into data again, but he continued to
During the process of being chopped down, Wang Meng could indeed feel that his understanding of this fatal blow had increased a lot.
"Ding! As long as the host's understanding of the technique reaches a certain level, the restraints on the body will be lifted, and then the second round of proficiency training can be carried out."
The system seemed to hear Wang Meng's voice and gave the answer.
Yes, if you want to escape this nightmare as soon as possible, you have to rely on yourself to realize it!