A Genius and a God Fell In Love

Zhang Hanwen gasped and said: "No, I have a sense of propriety."

Looking at Tang Junjun who fainted on the ground, no one dared to touch him again.

The middle-aged woman said: "How about we just let him stay here and we move on?"

Chen Chen said: "It's dangerous for him to stay here alone."

"What should we do?"

Liu Hui covered his injured neck and said, "I don't dare to touch him anymore anyway."

"Then we take turns?"

The players looked at each other and paused when they saw Nangong Nan.

Zhang Hanwen said: "Xiaobei, I think you have the fastest reaction, how about you help Tang Junjun?"

Nangong Nan: "I am too thin to support a big man."

"You and Chen..."

"How about the two of us support him together." Nangong Nan interrupted him.

Zhang Hanwen's face turned ugly for a moment, but he pretended to be very good and quickly covered it up.

Nangong Nan walked over and held Tang Junjun's arm, saying to the man: "Hurry up, brother Zhang Hanwen."

With so many players watching, Zhang Hanwen had no choice but to suppress his reluctance and walk over.

The two of them pulled the man up together. There was a huge height difference between Nangong Nan and the two grown men.

When Zhang Hanwen held Tang Junjun's arm to support him, Nangong Nan was basically fine.

The group continued to move forward following the arrow.

Qin Yi looked back and her eyes stayed on Nangong Nan for a moment.

The middle-aged woman said: "Oh my god, this game is so sophisticated, it's hard to guard against."

"Yes, yes, you'll get caught if you're not careful. You can't guess what will happen in the next second."

Just as he was talking, something happened "next second".

They saw a woman in a brown-red dress in the garden, with her back to them.

Her feet were covered with yellow Hibiscus flowers.

Players have never seen this scene before, but it feels very familiar.

Maybe it’s because they’ve been frightened by ghosts so many times that players can now discuss it calmly.

The middle-aged woman looked at herself and said, "She copied my skirt."

"Sister Li, you all wear the same hat and are equally fat."

As soon as these words came out, Sister Li was furious, "You are the one who is fat? Your whole family is fat."

Liu Hui quickly apologized awkwardly, "I'm talking nonsense. Sister Li is not fat at all. You are much thinner than the person who copied you."

The woman in the garden turned her head and looked over, with a sinister smile on her lips.

That face is exactly the same as Sister Li.

Sister Li's face changed drastically, her legs softened in fear, and she sat on the ground.

She shook her hands, pointed at the people in the garden and said, "Who are you? Why are you exactly like me?"

The people in the garden stood up and walked towards her: "Who are you? Why do you look like me?"

"I am me, why do you want to look like me? You are about to show your true face."

The players looked back and forth at them curiously.

Qin Yi said in a deep voice: "Sister Li, come here quickly and don't let her get close."

Sister Li quickly got up from the ground and ran behind Qin Yi. She said fearfully: "Xiao Qin, you have to protect me."

Sister Li, who was walking in the garden, suddenly stopped. Her expression looked uncomfortable.

She covered her head, bent over and gasped for air.

After a while, he raised his head and looked at the player blankly, "What just happened? Why does my head hurt so much?"

Zhao Lele blinked, "How do we know why your head hurts?"

"Who are you?!"

When the woman saw Sister Li behind Qin Yi, she was shocked, "Who are you? How did you become like me?"

Sister Li snorted coldly: "Stop pretending. You can't deceive everyone. You'd better show your prototype quickly."

The woman said fiercely: "What did you say? Are you pretending to be me and mingling among the players?"

"Oh, that's ridiculous."

Sister Li said, "Everyone has seen it with their own eyes. You were sitting in the garden when we came in. You want to pretend to be me and practice for hundreds of years."

The woman glanced at the player, frowned, thought hard, and said, "No, I am the real one. I remember clearly that the rose flower on my hat turned into a flower from the other side."

"I also remember it very clearly. Stop pretending. You can't deceive all of us."

The woman pressed her aching head with her palm and said, "No, I am the real one."

She looked at the player, "You have to believe me, I am the real one."

Qin Yi said: "Sister Li has always been with us and has never been separated."

"No, no."

Zhao Lele said: "And your expression at the beginning was very scary. Compared to Sister Li here, you look more like a ghost."

The woman anxiously wanted to explain, but she didn't know how to prove her identity.

Sister Li behind Qin Yi pulled her sleeves and said, "Let's leave quickly and leave her alone."

"Looking at her face that looked exactly like mine, I was so scared."

Qin Yi winked at the players.

Everyone left one by one, and the woman said: "Don't leave, I am the real one..."

Sister Li grabbed Qin Yi's arm, turned around and cursed: "It's so shameless. If you are serious, then who am I?"

"You're fake."

"Where are you playing Journey to the West? Real or fake Monkey King? Hurry up, hurry up, it's bad luck."

Nangong Nan looked at the two sisters Li, lowering his eyes in deep thought.

God was right. This round of the game was too brain-burning. The key was that it was completely different from her previous game playing style.

According to the rules of the game, she previously chose to blend in with the players and be a weak and incompetent little pitiful person, or act alone.

She doesn't meddle in other people's business and only focuses on getting through the levels, so she feels relaxed and comfortable without other things bothering her.

But now, she has to observe every word and action of the players, because they have already labeled her as something wrong.

The methods and ideas for breaking through levels are very strange.

If she wants to win the game, she has to figure it out.

Just then, the god appeared beside her, and even the air was purified by his appearance.

Warm and holy scent, fresh and pleasant air.

Nangong Nan tilted his head, "Stern Lord God, didn't you say that showing up would affect my performance?"

"Little girl." The voice of Jiutian Brahma sounded in the ears, which made people feel relaxed and happy.

"Should you eat something to replenish your strength?"

Nangong Nan said: "I paid attention along the way and didn't encounter anything edible."

The god stretched out his hand, and in his jade-white palm were several red cherries.

Nangong Nan raised his eyebrows, took the cherry and said with a smile: "Looking for food is also part of the challenge. Lord God, isn't this against the rules?"

The god said: "Cherrys are food provided to players in the game. It is not against the rules if I give them to you."

Nangong Nan smiled, glanced at him with lively eyebrows and said, "Whatever the Lord God said is right."

This sentence has some teasing meaning.

The god laughed, put his index finger on her forehead and said, "You little kid, I remembered you were hungry and gave you food, how could you put so much thought into it."