A Genius and a God Fell In Love

The face of Nangong South was cold, and there was a trace of sadness in his eyes.

And the price she paid was hundreds and thousands of times that of other players.

They can be sad and angry, and she... only has a mission.

The clouds are thick in the sky, and the pale moonlight appears from time to time.

Nangongnan walked down the mountain road.

She has a calm face, and her clear eyes can't afford a ripple.

Even if a person walks on a deserted, misty and windy mountain road, he doesn't show any fear.

It can even be said to be stable.

To some extent, what she had previously told the player was the truth.

She is not afraid of darkness, ghosts, walking at night alone, or the gloomy wind.

Because her way forward is destined to be nervous, so she is fearless.

"Hey, are you a player?"

A cautious whisper came from my ear, and as soon as Nangongnan stopped, I heard the old woman's voice again.

"Yes, it's your companion, please call her over now, the fog is getting thicker and thicker, don't go away."

Nangongnan turned around, and a group of players stood on the fork on the left.

Under the shining of moonlight and lanterns, they can clearly see their embarrassment.

A few hunched over and supported their legs and panted, with wet hair sticking to their faces.

His body was stained with mud and blood, and he seemed to have just escaped.

Man-faced Hu and the female player were among them.

The clothes on the two of them were tattered by thorns, but their eyes were calm and relatively calm.

Sweeping her eyes casually, she found that several people were missing.

Nangongnan noticed when the house broke.

There were fifteen players who came in this time, and now there are only eleven.

The old woman kindly said: "Little girl, are you okay, the mountain road is not easy to walk, you must be tighter to me."

Nangongnan nodded slightly, "I see."

The old woman continued to lead the way.

The players whispered about their experiences.

Knowing that the old man is indifferent to their affairs, he does not avoid her.

"You disappeared as soon as I lifted my head. It really scared me to death just now."

"Whatever happened to you, I didn't see anything, but I would always be knocked down by something."

The speaking player looks in his thirties, with a wig covering his forehead.

The wig was not firm enough for a encounter, and it flapped up and down in the night breeze.

However, at this time, he couldn't take into account the image, and he was afraid to tell his own experience.

"...Every time I stood up, I was knocked down, like a prank, and then I simply crawled on the ground..."

He touched his sweat. "It's really scary. Although the knee hurts when I crawled, I still saved my life."

"I'm not as lucky as you. I was chased by a big rock, and the player with me was run over to death. The cry scared me almost to pee my pants."

"I……"

"Don't say it." Hustle on his face interrupted their exchange of dangers. "The judge is right. The night is still long. This is just the beginning."

The players swallowed, and their faces were very ugly, whiter than moonlight.

The night started, but several people died at the beginning.

So, who will die next?

The players who just breathed a sigh of relief felt a big rock in their hearts.

Fear and fear wrapped the stone layer by layer, making them cold and breathless.

They just escaped by a fluke, so next time?

How long can they live?

Most people in the first round of the game were at a loss, and ended the game a little confused.

And now, they are not novices, they all have a sense of reality.

But I realized more clearly the cruelty of the game and how difficult it is to live.

Thinking of this, the crowd inevitably exudes a sense of frustration.

Even if they are "fighting" with the belief that they will do their best, how much hope is that they can really live.

Sweeping his hustle and deep gaze, he noticed everyone's emotions.

He said in a deep voice: "Since you are here, don't be lost. You are not newbies. If you don't learn to adjust your emotions, you have to wait for death."

The faces of everyone being scolded were even more ugly, but no one said anything, because what he said made sense.

Hugh's voice softened a little and said, "Although it is difficult to break through the barriers, in addition to physical fitness, the most important thing is the brain and mentality."

As soon as his conversation turned, his voice was slightly cold, "If none of these are available, then it would be better to wait for death on the spot."

The woman pursed her lips and said, "You don't need to be too mournful. The difficulty of the game is presented according to the player's comprehensive ability. Therefore, as long as we work together, we will be able to go out.

One warning reminder, one puts chicken soup.

The effect is really good.

Look, the eyes of many players are filled with hope...

Nangongnan glanced at them and walked past the woman.

The woman stopped her: "Little girl, what do you want to say?"

"No, you said very well. The difficulty of the game is directly proportional to the player's overall ability, and the chance of winning is very high."

The woman chuckled, "Little girl, you are very keen."

Nangongnan said in a low voice: "In reality, the game is like this. The junior players play against the junior BOSS, unlocking one level by one, the more difficult it becomes as you get to the back."

He nodded with a bewildered face, "Yes, so you don't need to deny yourself, and you are frustrated before you fight. This kind of person can only survive two levels in the survival game, and it depends on luck."

The players' complexions became even more ugly, and they gritted their teeth and made no sound at all.

With a face full of Hu no longer caring about them, he quickly walked a few steps and came to the old woman's side.

He turned his head and asked, "Old man, how long will it take to arrive?"

"It's coming, it's coming." The old woman picked up her walking stick and pointed to the front and said, "I saw that the big dark tree is gone. Our village is under the big tree and will be here soon."

A dog barked in the distance, one after another, very hurriedly, and it sounded very crippled.

The woman said: "I think it gets more and more gloomy as I go. Everyone must be vigilant in case the accident happens again.

The old woman didn't seem to hear the woman's voice, didn't answer her words, but sighed for herself.

Said sadly: "There are only two people in the village, I and Old Man Gao. Now that I have you as a company, I am really happy in my heart. I haven't been popular for a long time."

There was some playfulness in her statement, and it sounded in a good mood.

But the players heard the cold behind their backs, their complexions stiff.

Two people, popularity.

How can there be any popularity in a two-person village? It's a deserted village.

Deserted villages, barren mountains, abandoned old houses, weird things.

There are really horrors and secrets everywhere.

The players swallowed and foamed, praying in their hearts to finish the game quickly.

They would rather survive in a crowded place during the day than stay with the "desolate" in the middle of the night.

Even the air is really stimulating people's nerves.

The woman stepped forward and asked: "Where are the others in your village? Have they all gone outside?"