For most online players who join the Emerald Elder, the advanced psychic life template is really unattractive.
Although from the effect point of view, this thing and the legendary bloodline seem to be a bit indistinguishable.
Even, from the perspective of advancement and other aspects, it has even more potential.
But if it was to become stronger, why did they come here.
After all, they are not all druids.
As we all know, the power of the Emerald Elder is more inclined to that of the Druid.
Therefore, this kind of pain and intimidation seems very real.
The surrounding network players who were slower than the first observer immediately stopped observing.
nmd, does the contribution value need to be deducted?
Slip away, slip away...
This time the Emerald Elder has made such a big noise, maybe when the mood is good, there will be a wave of limited card pool explosion rates!
Isn't that blood loss?
In this regard, comprehensive network players are always keen and intuitive.
And at this moment, a subtle feeling of weightlessness came again.
The next moment, the feeling of weightlessness disappeared, and a sense of stability emerged in the hearts of every online player present.
"Regional announcement: The plane transfer has been completed, and relevant program testing is in progress..."
"Regional announcement: The space is still in a moderately chaotic state, and related services will not be developed for the time being."
"Regional Announcement: The void is still in the state of a large void storm. Players across the Internet are advised to be cautious when traveling through the void."
Looking at the prompt message that appeared on their retinas, the online players in Arnold's dream world slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
Although I am familiar with the post-disaster subsidy process, I am afraid that I am not the one receiving the subsidy...
However, they were still curious about what happened.
And at this time, they discovered that the only Zongwang player who had seen the truth was studying a brand-new bell that looked like it had just been purchased from Zongwang.
And it's not just holding it in your hand to look at it, but lying on the ground with your eyes almost in front of the bell.
It can be said to be an extremely simple method of close observation...
"What are you looking at?"
"Is your brain still normal? Do you still like girls?"
A familiar online player asked.
"I'm looking to see if there is a...world..."
That comprehensive network player said so.
The surrounding comprehensive network players stood further away, and were ready to add the Emerald Elder's advanced psychic life template to the taboo blacklist.
"Look at you guys, you guys are like goblins eating cheese."
"Do you know what reality is?"
"The truth is: we are in a bell!"
The Net player raised his head, looked at the movements of the Net players around him, and said with disdain.
He held his head high, with a certain momentum of preaching that "the earth is round".
Outside, Yi Chun suddenly turned his attention to a small call that had been lingering around him...
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The multiverse is vast.
While Anold is undergoing earth-shaking changes, other planes are still continuing on their current path.
"biu..."
There seemed to be a shooting star passing by outside the window, and Natsume, who was sitting on the windowsill, added an active but short background sound to it.
The faint sounds of her parents getting up at night could be heard downstairs, and the adult Natsume immediately restrained himself.
She doesn't want her parents to know that she hasn't slept yet, as this may cause a new round of conflicts.
She doesn't want to quarrel with her parents. It's always painful to quarrel with the people who love her.
But, sometimes, love is heavy and suffocating...
Natsume couldn't help but think of the past events that she had heard the tree spirits talk about in her dreams.
They say: Love is a fetter and a shackle. You must be strong and brave enough to control it.
Not every soul is lucky enough to have all of this.
Thinking of those weird guys, Natsume couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.
That was during the day, and she could rarely show it.
After that short-term joy, something heavier and colder came.
Natsume raised his head slightly, but no tears fell.
It's just that she can no longer chase those stars and bright moon in her dreams.
Because the instrument used by her to enter the dreamland was burned down at home.
Yes, from the perspective of parents who have gone through those difficult years.
Dreams, things that cannot interfere with reality, always carry a deep sin that is as frivolous as the devil.
Even though it didn't have any impact on Natsume's life.
They still couldn't bear it.
Instead, they hope that Natsume will be like them, dedicating their already worthless free time to the church of the God of Greed in order to obtain those sporadic profits.
Or you can play the traditional art of card playing, and experience the true sense of acting as a goblin under the temporary buff of reduced rationality and reduced wisdom.
Of course, the recent "popular art" performed by the God of Fools Performance Group is also good.
But having already experienced it, how could Natsume, who was flying lightly in the sky in a dream, stop at those things?
Probably no matter which world we are in, the impact and repetition of the times are always most vividly demonstrated in individuals with the family as the smallest unit.
It is difficult to give it such a sharp and sharp accusation, but it is indescribable pain for those who are exposed to it.
It is a long-lasting pain like a toothache. It is not fatal, but it will give a person the last touch that pushes him to the abyss when his will is weak.
Of course, Natsume knew that everything was not that bad.
She just felt a little tired...
Natsume lay quietly on the windowsill, looking up at the brilliant starry sky above her head.
Under the indifferent face, the light of will shines brightly and dimly.
The instinct of survival and the impulse of destruction are intertwined, gradually becoming rich and sticky under the lonely night.
At this time, Natsume remembered something that a spirit once told her in her dream.
So Natsume, who was not tall, curled up.
She prayed so devoutly...
Praying to a great and compassionate unknown elder that the dream life spoke of...
The night gradually deepened, and the damp and cold mist soaked Natsume's thin clothes.
Her nose was itchy and she wanted to sneeze.
But he endured it and held it back.
She didn't want to wake her parents...
But prayers seem to go unanswered...
Just like every life that ends badly, it doesn't get the last bit of tenderness it expected.
She stood up slowly, her arms gradually extending like a pair of wings.
Maybe, if you become a bird, you can fly easily?
Natsume thought so.
And at this moment, something pressed against her foot and pushed her back.
Natsume looked down and saw an orange cat that looked quite impatient.
"We're moving."
Natsume heard a voice say this.
The next moment, Natsume felt his body suddenly lighten.
The orange cat underneath suddenly grew bigger and flew up on Natsume!
The orange cat in the distant void casually pulled its claws, causing the timeline to fall apart.
Her life and soul were truly free.
This is the compassion of the elders for those who long to escape their fate, and it is also their expectation...
