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Chapter 101 The Days of Being an NPC in Mobile Games 3
On the game page, a handsome young man is shivering in the cold wind clutching his only remaining pants.

Liao Zhangcheng turned off the game angrily.

Chang Haoxuan hooked his neck, with a wicked smile on his flirtatious and beautiful face, he said in a ruffian way: "What game are you playing, do you recommend it?"

"Sound Tour Jianghu, an upgraded game that travels all over the Jianghu with one mouth."

Liao Zhangcheng held his breath, he couldn't help it, and cussed the proprietress of the rouge shop endlessly.

"You don't even know how unscrupulous that woman is. She asked me for five hundred tongbao, 5 yuan, 5 yuan, why didn't she grab it! There is no guarantee that I will get the equipment in the end..."

Chang Haoxuan has already turned off the live broadcast software and started to download Voice Tour Jianghu. He looked down at the progress bar and said in a perfunctory tone, "It's not like you can't afford the money."

"It's not like squandering money when you have money. It's not that you can't afford it! It's because why am I being taken advantage of? Burning money for this spicy chicken game! I'm not like you. I have hundreds of millions of pocket money and burn money for those anchors every day."

"Yeah, you're right." Chang Haoxuan opened the forum, checked the gameplay, but couldn't understand, so he bumped Liao Zhangcheng with his elbow.

"Hey Orange, how do you play this game?"

"Earning Tongbao, upgrading equipment, adding gangs, and improving rankings are similar to ordinary gameplay. The most different thing is that this game is very intelligent. Players can talk to NPCs, and no matter what you say, NPCs can answer fluently, and Different words and actions can affect the direction of your game."

"This is advanced," Chang Haoxuan sighed, "It's really cool to talk to NPCs!"

He patted his roommate on the shoulder, "Come on, I'll go first."

Liao Zhangcheng saw the game interface of his mobile phone, and his face was constipated: "You don't really want to play this game, do you?"

"uh-huh."

After the door closed, Liao Zhangcheng had a complicated expression on his face.

This idiot landlord's son is going to spend crazy money on the game.

Liao Zhangcheng looked up at the sky at 45 degrees.

He opened the WeChat wallet on his phone sadly.

167289.29.

There is still a gap between the son of a local tyrant and the son of a local tyrant.

Chang Haoxuan went back to his room and ordered a takeaway, washed up and lay down on the bed again to start the game.

System: [Sound Tour Jianghu requests to open your voice permission, do you want to open it? 】

Chang Haoxuan pressed [Yes].

Then when it came to the interface of selecting a character image and pinching a face, Chang Haoxuan chose the image of a young martial artist, and pinched himself a face that was highly similar to him.

He started to be narcissistic in front of the phone screen.

He looks so handsome and handsome, he looks like Yushu Linfeng!
After pinching his face, he named himself the gold master's father, Ai Yujie, and entered the game interface.

Like many games, after a long and complicated world introduction, he stood in Novice Village, covered in white clothes.

As the silly son of a landowner who spends money like water, Chang Haoxuan did not follow the novice guide. Instead, he clicked on the shopping mall and found the most expensive set of clothes, the 9999 yuan Raging Flame God of War. He directly ordered and paid for it, and wore it on his body.

This intense red hue, this complicated pattern, this special effect of golden light, this - it is a perfect match for him!

As soon as Chang Haoxuan put on the Blazing God of War and admired this beautiful outfit, he was surrounded by people, who punched and punched him, and finally stripped him down to only his underwear, and they left immediately.

The man with a bruised nose and a swollen face was left behind with the name of the patron's father, Ai Yujie, shivering in the cold wind, clutching his obscene pants.

(End of this chapter)