"No need, I will leave soon."

Mo Chuchen stared at Mo Li, his penetrating eyes making this rabbit's head skip a beat.

"I'm very familiar with the local area!" Li Li secretly took a few steps back and replied with a playful smile.

"Is that really what you think? Let's forget it."

Rejecting Mo Li's overtures, Mo Chuchen changed into a clean outfit in L City and left.

The evil-minded Mo Li originally wanted to follow him secretly, but in the blink of an eye, Mo Chuchen disappeared into the crowd.

On the bustling street with people coming and going, Mo Li's jumpy expression gradually calmed down, his dark red eyes staring ahead, his blue skirt fluttering slightly, like a blue lily of the valley flower.

Although Mo Li's behavior is much childish, she is a monster who has lived for nearly three hundred years, and her knowledge is not really that shallow. In the beginning, she brought Mo Chuchen back to City L mainly because Mo Chuchen

Chu Chen's aura-rich physique attracted her.

Later, after Mo Chuchen suddenly changed from a pure human to a puzzling existence full of demonic aura, Mo Li no longer simply wanted to rub the aura. She had a hunch that this mysterious and strange existence would give

l city brings trouble.

The young man who was deeply feared by Mo Li changed his disguise and started to play like ordinary tourists in L City.

Although City L looks like an aging and abandoned city to the outside world, in fact its architecture and city appearance are very good, the streets are clean and tidy, and everyone (or monsters) are

They are very aware of public order and everyone is civilized and polite. At first glance, they seem to be the same thing.

As Mo Chuchen wandered around more and more places, he gradually saw another side of the city. Behind the lawful order, scenes of rules about monsters were growing in the shadows.

"Boy, are you a new monster? Don't you know the rules of the underground arena?" Several bald men were stationed at the door of the hotel. They did not hide their thick hair and thick muscles, and their bald heads were shining in the sun.

Mo Chuchen, who was wearing a white T-shirt with a greasy sheen and a white t-shirt, was unsurprisingly blocked by the two monsters as soon as he walked to the door.

"Why can't I go in?" Mo Chuchen looked at the fierce bald monster with innocent eyes, and there was no trace of fear on his small round face with glasses.

"You can't enter if you are under two hundred years old!" the bald monster replied with a stern face. Monsters after two hundred years old are "adult monsters". Therefore, monsters under two hundred years old will be prevented from approaching the activities of adult monsters.

"But I am already two hundred and one years old." Mo Chuchen held the "Monster Pass" between his fingers.

"Who knows if you stole the pass at home?" The bald man was unmoved, because this kind of thing happened often, and their hearts were already very strong.

"Don't look at monsters with your narrow eyes! Compared with me who looks young, you are only two hundred and two years old, but you look young and mature. Isn't this sad?" Mo Chuchen put away the pass. As long as he took it out,

After getting the pass, the bald man's attitude became less aggressive.

In fact, the bald man was just doing a superficial job. If something happened, he would at least have a video like this to prove his innocence, so as not to get involved in unnecessary trouble.

"Okay, if you want to go in, just go in! Jiji Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai Lai with with."

, if you don’t have money, you will be beaten out.”

"Don't worry, I will definitely not be the one who gets beaten out." Mo Chuchen waved his hand and stepped into the building. The moment he stepped on the red carpet, a powerful demonic aura roared in the air-conditioning.

Come.

Mo Chuchen twisted his neck, seemingly unintentionally avoiding the fierce aura: "The air-conditioning in this building is quite unique." After sighing in a low voice, he got on the elevator to the first floor.

The bald man who was originally planning to watch the show was stunned for a moment. Opening the door and being attacked by the evil wind is almost a fixed activity here. Anyone who is new to the place will be shocked by the evil wind.

However, just now, the seemingly harmless monster cleverly avoided the attack of the monster wind.

Is it luck? The bald man thought secretly. No matter what, he could not connect Mo Chuchen's gentle image with his powerful strength.

The so-called gladiatorial arena below sounds very barbaric, but in fact it is not as brutal as everyone imagined. The first floor below is where members register. There are quite a lot of monsters. They gather together and talk about fighting skills, one by one.

There is a model.

The whole scene is decorated with splendor and splendor, full of the design concepts of the nouveau riche. Everywhere you look is filled with glittering gold, which is quite eye-catching. But after looking at it for a long time, you can really taste different things from this eye-catching scene.

Beauty comes.

"Register as a member? Is it free or paid?" Pigeon, who handled business at the front desk, asked listlessly, with thick dark circles under his eyes, staring at the comics in his hand.

By the way, although this place is full of monsters, every monster has turned into a human form, so there is no strange scene of all animals.

"Is there any difference between free and paid?"

Mo Chuchen asked casually: "What's the difference?"

Is being a paid member more valuable than other members?

"No." The pigeon spirit finally turned her eyes away from the comic book. She looked up at Mo Chuchen's childish face, and then organized her words: "Ordinary members are just whiteboards and trumpets, with nothing.

Paid memberships are sold here by others, and you may get a wealthy account or a not-so-good number. Everything is left to fate and there will be no returns. Please think about it before making a decision.”

"Let me think about it." Mo Chuchen did not rush to make a choice. This so-called arena is not a barbaric place. On the contrary, it is a very peaceful place on the surface.

Each member can have an independent account. As long as the consciousness is connected to the account, a character on a virtual platform can be created to fight in the virtual arena.

Although this seems to be no different from a game nerd, in fact it is really different. In the arena, you can not only play games, but also exercise your consciousness and reaction ability. It is one of the few "violent" games in L city.

[Should we register a whiteboard to play?] The small system briefly took a look at the "Arena Dungeons" around it. They were really diverse, including volley ruins, ancient battlefields, space, the seabed, deserts, etc. Monsters of different races have different types.

Ways of fighting.

"Forget it, it's just for fun." Mo Chuchen took out two hundred yuan in circulation coins and said, "Give me a cheap membership number."

"Two hundred yuan?" The corner of Pigeon Jing's eyes twitched slightly, and he secretly thought, now the slightly better accounts cost more than 200 yuan, right?

Just as she was about to refuse, she suddenly remembered that she still had several unsalable numbers in her drawer.

The pigeon spirit took out one of the cards: "This one will give you a full-level account, a magical outfit, and a cool image."

After that, as if he was afraid that Mo Chuchen would regret it, he took away the circulating coins.

Mo Chuchen laughed dumbly, bound his consciousness to the account card, and casually looked around at the arena copy. In addition to playing games, some monsters were betting on who would lose and who would win. This kind of win-lose game was very common.

The price of a game is 50 cents, but when the game is opened off-site, winning or losing starts from a few thousand circulating coins.

Mo Chuchen thought for a moment after reading it, found a dungeon that was not full, and entered his account number into the dungeon.

He doesn't plan to appear in City L as a living person now, so making money will be what he needs most now. Since this place can play and make money, why shouldn't he be a professional gamer?

When Mo Chuchen's consciousness checked into the dungeon, the players in the hall were shocked.

"The copy of the forest path appears "out of position""

"Oh my God, the app is actually online!"

"It's a draw! Win or lose!"

Because they couldn't see the members' roles, the monsters in the lobby didn't know which player held the "movement". They could only shout and gather around the screen to watch the fun.

In the vast forest dungeon, an assassin with a handsome face dressed in white was standing quietly in the jungle. There were two shining golden words "move" on his head, just short of glowing.

The account Mo Chuchen bought was the "movement" that shocked everyone. Why did it shock everyone? Because every previous user of it would use it to increase the hatred value of members, and almost every player got it

"Movement" will cause trouble.

Not making trouble is like being sorry for the account "Zou Wei", so that later on, even if Zou Wei was already a full account, there were still very few people who dared to accept it. Occasionally, a few took over, and it would be delivered within a few days.

There is a sign waiting for "the right person" in the registration hall.

"Eh? I really want to take out the walking position!" The pigeon spirit heard a monster yelling exaggeratedly, and she suddenly realized that she had just come out with an incredible account.

The pigeon spirit stood up and after her eyes touched the comic book, she sat back and said slowly: "Well, forget it, this account will come back in two days anyway, it's not a big deal." After finishing her sentence, she said

I became addicted to comics again and couldn't help myself.

As soon as Mo Chuchen arrived at the dungeon, within two minutes, a total of ten monsters appeared from all directions and attacked at the slightest disagreement.

"Move, you dare to come out today! Let me tell you, if I don't beat you as a blank player today, then I will be sorry for the equipment we were defrauded of all those years!" Some players attacked silently, and some of them directly broke out with deep hatred.

He yelled and yelled while playing, for fear that others would not know how much money he had been defrauded of by "moving his position".

"Wait a minute, you have misunderstood!" Mo Chuchen had no intention of attacking these monsters at first.

"Is there any misunderstanding? Didn't the dragon boots you wear come from me?"

"Didn't the Xuechen blouse you were wearing be stolen from me?"

"Didn't the daytime headband on your head come from my shop?"

"Didn't you get your snow-free brocade clothes by cheating me?"

Hearing Mo Chuchen's words, several people became angry and became more and more ruthless: "Now that I am lucky enough to meet you, I will naturally beat you until your equipment explodes!"

"If you continue to be so unreasonable, don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless!" Mo Chuchen sighed. Fortunately, he got the "movement" account. If it had been replaced by someone else who was not strong enough, I'm afraid he would have been killed on the spot.

Squatting corpse!

"How many times have you said this? Last month you said that, but you didn't run away? You're a despicable villain who ran away without a fight!" The player was so angry that he didn't expect to "move around" a little bit.

They are not low-key and dare to ridicule them.

"In that case, don't blame me for destroying the flowers!" Mo Chuchen finished his sentence and knocked down all ten players without any shame.

"How is that possible!" The player who fell to the ground shouted his last cry in disbelief. Finally, because the health bar was emptied, the data disappeared, leaving only broken equipment on the ground.

"I didn't expect that you guys look like human beings, and your equipment has such virtues!" Mo Chuchen looked at the rags on the ground and had no intention of picking up equipment. Instead, he ordered the small system to make a bet for himself.

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[Host, the odds of the account "Moving" are 1 to 50] The little system said gloatingly [After you killed ten people in an instant, many people were howling like ghosts and wolves!]
To be continued...