bad, i'm a fool

Chapter 202 No Preheating
In the Realm of the Heart King of Seven Consciousnesses.

Han Dongwen was lying on the platform made of turbulent mist, and Huang Zigao stood beside him, arms folded and silent.

About an hour has passed, and I don't know what method Gao used, the flesh and blood on Han Dongwen's body that had been surging and growing finally stopped agitating.

Hair, flesh and blood gradually fell off his body like mud.

"How does it feel to have a life back?"

Gao folded his hands, his tone finally returned to calm.

Lying on his back, Han Dongwen slowly turned his head, breathing still a little heavily:
"Is that... alright?"

"At least I can't die."

Gao shrugged his shoulders, looked down at Han Dongwen, and said in a more serious tone:
"Tell me, what happened?"

Still here.

Han Dongwen's heart skipped a beat, he hadn't figured out how much truth he should tell Prince Gao.

The other party's purpose and position are completely unclear, and they will save themselves only because they are still useful right now.

"...It's a drop."

Han Dongwen pondered for a moment and answered.

"What is my situation in Simeng, I think you, His Royal Highness, know that there is really no one in your hands who can rest assured."

"Fortunately, I still know a spell called human puppet, which can set off on my own behalf and secretly send the fallen objects you mentioned out of Simeng."

Han Dongwen looked at Prince Gao while talking.

He couldn't remember how many times he felt confused because he couldn't see Gao's expression, and he just felt that the setting of the mask was a great tool to hide his thoughts.

Did he believe it?

No matter what the sequence is, at least when the mutation happened suddenly, it was indeed the puppet who came out of Simeng with the "falling object" Yunpo sword.

Han Dongwen hastily finished talking about the scene he saw in the church, ignoring how he participated in it, and only focused on the mutation of the holy grail in the priest's hand, the Yunpo sword was almost robbed, and then Tilda fought three against one.

Fortunately, people are obviously not the focus of Gao's concern. He rested his chin and pondered for a moment, then suddenly waved his hand to the right of his body, as if trying to grab something out of the air.

Unfortunately nothing happened.

"This is……?"

Han Dongwen was stunned, Gao's tone remained unchanged:
"I've been looking for Tilda, and I've failed."

Failed?
"What do you mean, does she..."

Han Dongwen suddenly became nervous. Her descendant, Simeng's immortal gift, was still in her hands. Could it be that this grand duchess, who was said to be able to defeat a country with one person, really fell into the hands of the three members of the church?
"Let's rest."

Prince Gao said something lightly, but Han Dongwen remained silent.

He wanted to ask Gao a lot, and it was obvious that Gao didn't say anything about the effect of Jiangwu.

This thing is not only a decoration, it is obviously very useful!
But could he say it?

As a legendary thing used to resist Taka, like a sealed item, it would be a fantasy if Gao explained it clearly in this way.

Han Dongwen thought for a moment, and could only ask:
"What should I do next, isn't it that the two fallen objects can't be found now?"

Gao's mood was naturally not good either, he didn't answer Han Dongwen's words, he just paced a few anxiously on the spot with his hands behind his back.

"You just said that the flesh and blood coming out of the Holy Grail has a mouth and can still speak?"

He asked in a hurry, Han Dongwen nodded.

"The group of people in the Principality of West Asia call that thing their master?"

"That's right, the Catholic Church has always called their gods that way."

While answering, Han Dongwen noticed Gao clenched his fist inadvertently.

He got angry, or made up his mind, why?
"I'll see you later."

After being silent for a while, Gao coldly dropped these words, and his figure suddenly turned into a gray cloud, disappearing from the realm of the Seven Conscious Heart Kings.

The whole space returned to silence, Han Dongwen was like a burning candle, the flesh and blood on his body slowly peeled off and disappeared.

He was thinking about the upheaval of this day in his heart, and at the same time, somewhere deep in his heart, there were other worries vaguely hidden.

Little Red Bean...can she help herself guard against this matter?

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"Snapped!"

Before the camera was turned on, Huang Ziwen took out the lighter, lit a cigarette, bit it in his mouth, and muttered:

"Wait a minute, the host will light a mosquito coil and start broadcasting again."

From losing his job to being hired by the production company of "Queyin" for no reason, the changes in his life seem to be unpredictable forever, and he can only cross the river by feeling the stones.

Right now, he is just looking through the videos left by various anchors during the game's internal test every day, intending to find out what the story of the game is.

And this process, he put it in the live broadcast room, it seems that the company does not interfere with him.

However, there is only so much content in the internal test, and the amount of information is too little. Huang Ziwen searched it several times, but there is really no new medicine, and the popularity of the live broadcast room is naturally not as good as before.

Most of those who stay are like him who have the same natural research spirit for "setting" things. Everyone often exchanges their conjectures in the live broadcast room.

Except for one person.

Huang Ziwen and "Tang Xiaobei" exchanged contact information since they became famous in the internal test together.

In his opinion, perhaps because he opened his own small company in reality, Tang Xiaobei was born with an aura of being brothers and cutting legends together.

Huang Ziwen doesn't have many friends, but he is always very happy to meet such a friend.

From Tang Xiaobei's point of view, Huang Ziwen, that is, Sherlock Hook, in Tang Xiaobei's own words, "has a good mouth."

Although he himself doesn't care about the plot, if Sherlock Hook's research can lead his brothers to get a share of the action, it will naturally be a great thing in the game.

Therefore, Tang Xiaobei was also quite forthright, and often came to Huang Ziwen's live broadcast room to brush a few tips, and then chatted a few words and then stopped staying for a long time-he didn't care about those plot matters.

[Brother, have you received the news! ]
Accompanied by the exclusive barrage notification sound of the big brother on the list, Huang Ziwen unexpectedly found that Tang Xiaobei was waiting for him in the live broadcast room for the first time today.

"Ah? What news?"

Huang Ziwen was stunned for a moment, and asked immediately.

[It is said that the players who made the reservation are ready, the server is about to start! ]
Tang Xiaobei then sent a link belonging to the "Queyin" forum, Huang Ziwen hurriedly clicked on it, and read it through.

"What do you mean, the server is about to open, but it's still a stress test?"

He read it so seriously that he didn't come back to himself until the soot broke and fell on his thigh.

This official announcement of "Queyin" was too sudden, without any warm-up, which is very in line with the company's previous marketing operations.

The announcement stated that the game server will be available soon, but it has not been fully opened - with the server stress test, players will gradually be able to obtain the quota for creating characters.

At the same time, due to server pressure considerations, multi-role creation is not supported and will be bound together.

"This... this is a bit unwise."

Huang Ziwen was confused when he read it. This means that whether he can go in and play is purely based on luck. How can there be a game that works like this?

Wouldn't the later players be unable to catch up with the progress of the previous players? Could it be that this game doesn't put so much emphasis on pvp and rankings?
There was a lot of scolding under the announcement, and some people said that they could try to play with the top simulation effects in the industry, and some people also came up with the six-character mantra that they love to play and not to roll, and they were immediately labeled as The developer's filial son, the entire comment area was full of quarrels and curses, which made Huang Ziwen a headache.

[How about it, let's see if there is any quota tomorrow? ]
When Tang Xiaobei proposed this, Huang Ziwen thought for a moment, and immediately agreed.

(End of this chapter)