39. Chapter 39 When the word game unfolds in reality (for further reading)
39. Chapter 39 When the word game unfolds in reality (please read it)
Author: Scarlet Echo
Chapter 39 When the word game unfolds in reality (seeking for further reading)
"what?"
Ning Pingle frowned slightly and touched the multifunctional hiking pole placed on the desk on the bed.
It's not easy to carry weapons with you in school, and he doesn't know how to use them, so when he came back, he went to a store specializing in outdoor supplies and bought a hiking pole.
This thing looks ordinary, but it is detachable, easy to carry, and difficult to detect. Some of the hiking poles have the function of self-defense sticks. You can also replace the tail of the pole with a conical head or even a knife head.
Increase deterrence.
Mainly because of the smoothness of the fight, the continuous swing of the stick, even if Ning Pingle has not practiced swords, guns and sticks, one sweep can make the ten-mile dogtail grass unable to lift its head.
Huh? That's not right. Strictly speaking, I have indeed practiced stick technique. It should be considered... some experience?
However, this kind of experience is applicable to more private spaces, such as Sun Dasheng beating the Seven Fairies with a stick.
The thoughts in his mind were changing, but his hands kept moving, and he assembled the stick in just a few clicks.
There is no mistake, this sense of threat that makes one's scalp numb is the power of the spell.
Unlike himself in the game, Ning Pingle can still sense the traces left behind by the spell in reality.
Just like in Youli City, what he felt was the iron-blooded and solemn pressure of the spell.
What I felt on Xiang Liu's corpse was a suffocating feeling like deep water.
But for Zhou Beimo, there was only one feeling...
will die!
He can still feel the presence of beings or objects containing magical power relatively clearly.
But now, he felt something dangerous approaching.
That aura was filled with a cold and heavy aura. To put it bluntly, it was like a demon knife stained with blood, carrying a murderous intent to choose and devour people.
Although this aura is very weak, Ning Pingle has learned from the organization before that although the existence of spellcasters is not rare, it is indeed not many.
The possibility of two conjurers appearing in a dormitory building is very slim, not to mention... the aura is still approaching his dormitory.
"Wow~ Why is this happening?"
Tu Songhe's mournful screams could be heard outside the door, and he could faintly be heard burping.
The spell power originally concentrated on Ning Ping Le's right arm slowly dissipated.
"Is it Shen Ning and the others?"
Ning Pingle frowned, but still maintained vigilance. It wasn't until the key was inserted into the door lock that he restrained his spell power slightly.
The bed curtains were scraped by the spell.
Shen Ning, who had just walked in, was dazzled by the evil wind. When he turned around, he cursed:
"Where does the wind come from?"
Ning Pingle breathed a sigh of relief.
Not a magician, nor a strange beast from the mountains and seas.
It felt more like one of them was contaminated with something dirty.
This roughly condensed magic power can partially strengthen the body's strength, but it is too rough and the strengthening effect can be imagined.
However, the one-fiftieth of the curse power that Ning Pingle obtained was so amazing that even if it was roughly strengthened, his body could not bear it.
In the words of Miss Jiang Meng, it is that he has not yet reached the stage where he needs to control the magic power in a refined way. He must first find a way to adapt to the excessive magic power in his body, and then consider the next step of growth.
But...why is it my roommate who comes in?
He loosened his grip on the hiking pole, breathed a sigh of relief, and said:
"It's so early, but fortunately the dormitory manager is willing to open the door for you. How are you doing?"
"What's going on?" Ke Chongguang glanced at Ning Pingle suspiciously, remembered something, and said with a smile, "Oh, you said Tu Songhe, this kid really made people anxious today.!"
"How do you say that?" Ning Pingle asked, his eyes swept across several people silently, and finally settled on Shen Ning, who was washing her face at the sink.
"So what happened?"
Shen Ning turned over, rubbed her belly and went into the toilet, while Ke Chongguang pushed up his glasses and said:
"The people in the dormitory next door are having a lot of fun. When I invited people for a social gathering today, I told the girls' dormitory in advance that you would come out. There happened to be someone in the girls' dormitory who was very familiar with the elementary school girl from the International College. I told people about this and brought them here.
These people are really obsessed. You didn’t even go, but you dared to directly brag to others that you would go, so there was some trouble today.”
As Ke Chongguang spoke, he sighed subconsciously, with a sour taste in his words.
"What trouble could there be?" he said casually.
"Someone wants to chase that elementary school girl, but they don't pay much attention to him. I said something and they are still anxious." When mentioning this matter, Tu Songhe also looked unhappy, "They just don't like him, so he licked her You still insist on striking up a conversation with someone, I guess that guy just knew you wouldn’t go today, so that’s why he played this trick.”
When Ke Chongguang heard this, he looked a little embarrassed for a moment.
He is not a eunuch, and of course he also likes good-looking girls. The reason why he doesn't have many ideas is simply because he knows that there are some LEVEL girls that he can't touch.
For a person like him, it is better not to talk about the longing without the following.
Ah Le is different. After all, girls like his style.
Ning Pingle didn't say anything. When he said this, he probably remembered the identity of that person.
That person was a school girl who was working on a large-scale project with him. The person his mentor brought here was really good-looking, so it was no wonder that some people were obsessed with it.
But compared to the traces of spell power left on this kid Shen Ning, he didn't care at all.
Spellcasters are a very dangerous group. No matter they themselves or the enemies they need to deal with, no one is easy to deal with.
Na Ning Ping Le was thinking about how Shen Ning went back in time and came back to look for him even though he knew there was a problem in the dormitory area. Naturally, he didn't want him to be affected by certain existences.
Tu Songhe might have drank a little too much at the barbecue behind the KTV, so he was holding Ning Pingle and crying, and said with an unhappy look:
"Damn it, if these guys hadn't told the women's dormitory that you were going, some of them wouldn't have come at all.
After he comes here, he still wants to buy and sell by force. To put it mildly, he is ruining his own reputation. At worst, he may make others complain about you."
Ning Pingle knew very well that universities can filter out scum, but they cannot filter out scum.
Even Tiandu University can be considered a good local school, but even the better double-first-class universities are not really a pure land.
There should be a record of things like a senior student from an art academy spreading rumors and posting essays.
There are some rules and regulations that people need to abide by, and those are for those who follow the rules.
If you meet some people who don't follow the rules, it would be strange if you don't feel disgusted.
So he patted Tu Songhe and comforted him:
"I believe it. I know you are also considering it from my point of view. From now on, in the dormitory next door, just have less contact with them."
Tu Songhe, who was heartbroken, grabbed Ning Ping Le and cried loudly, saying unconvincedly:
"Damn it! Lezi, why are you so popular? Teach me some tricks!"
"Isn't it okay to take care of yourself first and make your hair tidy?" Ning Pingle said casually.
Street Diary:
[Interesting Diary (Part 1)]
Reader C: Could you please delete the first chapter? What the hell is it about? I really don’t understand. Isn’t this a disgusting setting? Let’s make a time travel to another timeline. Isn’t this how the world will be? It’s all up to you.
?Then what’s the point of the protagonist upgrading and fighting monsters? You just said that the protagonist gets everything for nothing. I have always been disgusted with the settings of this kind of urban novels. I didn’t expect that you would also have such a disgusting setting in a game novel. Is it interesting?
Evaluation: Well, let’s not talk about your foul language, just say [Reset the timeline for me, I have the final say on how the world will be.jpg], and I don’t say anything about the settings. The author has the final say, just
Let’s talk about the setting content.
Twelve Flower Gods, 12 times a day, can only be triggered if you die. Even if you die in the game, the price you pay is relatively small, but you are still prone to soul-tearing pain, not to mention if it happens in reality.
Already.
The protagonist begins to feel a little confused, largely due to the pain caused by death and reset.
Twelve chances can indeed lead to an intelligence advantage to a certain extent, but when it comes to an incident that cannot be handled no matter what, it is not as strong as imagined, not to mention that it is a golden finger with a limited number of trials and errors.