"I smell the darkness, they can't escape my pursuit!"
If Yi Chun heard correctly, the sound coming from the hill next door was like this...
Yi Chun:???
Could it be that there are actually people like him in the Federation?
Strong curiosity began to emerge in Yi Chun's heart, and this curious desire even diluted some of the fear in his heart.
So, after taking a calm breath, Yi Chun's figure gradually disappeared into the green shrubs.
Wild Skill: Fade!
Yi Chun crawled on his stomach and slowly approached the top of the mountain.
As a shrubby area, occupying the area between the two hills is a shrub with some kind of small brown thorns.
Yi Chun didn't know what it was called, but it was obviously troublesome.
Under the effect of walking through the forest, Yi Chun was naturally able to pass through.
But this does not mean that his movements are silent.
Yi Chun didn't want to reveal his whereabouts, even though he looked like an ordinary orange cat now.
Looking around, Yi Chun saw the big tree growing next to the bushes and across the cliff.
This big tree looks like a banyan tree, but Yi Chun is not sure:
He is a feral druid, not a plant-related druid.
Therefore, the lack of knowledge in this area is not considered a lack of professional knowledge.
Anyway, it is indeed a very tall tree...
Yi Chun shook his tail and thought.
He thought that standing there he might be able to see the movement on the other side.
So, he ran directly that way.
The ground seemed a little damp, and the soil was stained on his orange feet.
Perhaps it was because he had sweated before, or perhaps the dew brought by the mountain fog in the early morning had not yet dried up.
The environment in the mountains and forests is always much wetter than down below.
The skin of this big tree appears to be quite tough, but it cannot stop the penetration of Yi Chun's sharp claws.
Without any effort, Yi Chun climbed up.
Probably because it is on a cliff, the wind in the trees seems a bit strong.
Yi Chun carefully pulled away the branches and leaves on the tree, and the scene on the other side of the mountain began to come into view...
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"If you are more solemn, your voice sounds like a rat man in the sewer..."
Kuwei adjusted the camera ball and said to his companion who was wearing a black robe.
They were filming offline role-playing videos, a rather niche entertainment activity.
The emergence of virtual technology has completely eliminated this shooting method that requires a lot of manpower and material resources from the market.
But there are still a small number of people who stubbornly believe that reality is reality.
Moreover, playing a role recognized by them in reality can also satisfy some of their inner desires.
Even in order not to use virtual technology as much as possible, they will go to various areas for on-site shooting for some scenes.
Therefore, this is also the reason that limits the audience of this hobby.
After all, the cost is really not small...
Just like the robes worn by the bitter guard companions, it cost thousands of federal coins.
Among them, the biggest expense is to pay the copyright royalties related to the robe...
"No, my friend, I can feel the power inside me boiling with my call..."
Kuwei's friend - a man named Yuanzheng said so.
Looking at the opponent's performance, Ku Wei shook his head.
Compared to the other party's immersed behavior, Ku Wei felt that he was quite normal.
He believed that his guardian spirit could prove this.
Looking at the flame elf formed through virtual projection on his shoulder, Kuwei nodded with satisfaction.
In virtual games, the Guardians appear as saints who summon guardian spirits.
He still remembers the small church he went to when he first came into contact with virtual games.
The godfather, with a pious attitude, made him aware of his extraordinary nature and his innate destiny.
He chose to carry the burden, that is a man's choice...
Kuwei believes that a man’s choice requires factors that run through all aspects.
Whether it is life and death, or virtuality and reality...
"I, Kuwei, the sacred choice..."
Kuwei played with a photographic ball, or a book engraved with obscure words.
Kuwei found someone to customize it on his personal terminal.
In order to maintain its mystery, the text above is in a small language that is no longer used by the relevant civilized ethnic groups.
Ku Wei feels that the producers are too cautious:
In fact, he only needs to use the relevant text from the West Asia region, and he thinks that is cool.
Yes, the spherical photography ball really cannot meet the needs of a saint walking on earth.
Of course, this also makes the control of this photo ball extremely troublesome.
"I remember that the color adjustment is on the third page..."
Kuwei couldn't help scratching his head as he looked at the link screen that remained unchanged even after he highlighted the button on the book and operated it.
He remembered that this was how it was done, but something seemed to be wrong now.
Ku Wei thought for a moment and thought that this might be a prank by some devil.
Yes, it has no direct relationship with his operating skills...
"My most sincere comrade-in-arms, I can sense that the aura of darkness is gradually becoming stronger!"
"We need to speed up the pace. I can feel the gradual loss of strength in my body..."
Yuan Zheng suddenly turned his head and looked at Ku Wei and said.
Kuwei:……
After thinking for a while, he felt that there seemed to be no solution, so he had to close the camera ball and said:
"speak English!"
"I'm hungry - can we hurry up!"
Yuan Zheng shrugged. He thought the barbecue in the small town was pretty good.
"I'll try my best, and I remember there should be chicken legs in the bag."
Ku Wei shook his head, he felt that the other party was really weak.
But it's normal, after all, not everyone can be as perseverant as a saint.
At this moment, Ku Wei, who was playing with the camera ball, suddenly froze.
As the camera ball kept swinging along with his operations, he seemed to see an orange figure passing by.
Among the lush greenery, the orange color is so conspicuous.
So Ku Wei began to try to restore the previous operation.
As the camera ball swayed, he finally saw the source of the orange color:
Not far away, on the big tree next to the bush, there was an orange cat looking at him with its golden eyes!
When he touched those golden eyes, Ku Wei's hands couldn't help but tremble.
After all, sudden eye contact without preparation is really a bit penetrating.
After understanding what he saw, Kuwei looked at the camera ball screen again.
He always felt that the orange cat's eyes were a little strange.
In other words, familiar?
When Kuwei zoomed in again and looked at the golden eyes, he understood clearly!
Yes, such a familiar look!
In his previous life, he never lacked such attention.
That's the look in his eyes, as if he's looking at someone mentally retarded...
