Crossing to the Wild

One hundred?

Open service?

He raised his hand and summoned his game panel, clearly writing, lv100, professional priest, new skills...[Oracle].

The game time in the upper left corner is 2029, November 6.

Three months after the suspension.

If it's a dream, these details are too detailed, and Rong Yue feels that her thinking is clear, not like the feeling of chaos when she is half-dreaming and half-awake.

He is back?The game has passed the review and is relaunched?

What about the other world?

With the scarlet carpet spread from the deep hall to the bright sun, Rong Yue walked out along the familiar route step by step with a loss of three minutes.Behind him were several nuns he knew well.

When his toes touched the spilled on the carpet, an invisible barrier stopped him.

He can no longer move forward.

Rong Yue pinched her nails in her palms. At this moment, she finally believed that this was not a dream, he really came back.

"Don't follow me." Rong Yue turned around and strode back, whispering to the people around her.

The nuns looked dull and didn't seem to hear, Rong Yue suddenly stopped: "I said don't follow me!"

"Yes, Lord Rong Yue." The nuns finally stopped.

Don't worry, Rong Yue, there must be some way.

He would not go to that wild world without a reason, nor would he come back without a reason.It's just that there is a crisis right now, so instead of spending time investigating, it is better to find a way to go back.

The small doors on both sides of the back wall of the main hall were opened, and Rong Yue, wearing a white ground-fetching robe, hurriedly flashed past the guards and returned to her bedroom where she was resting.

It is not the opening time of the temple, as long as he does not take the initiative to step out, he can do anything behind his back.

The Pope’s bedroom was not big, but it was exquisite everywhere.

Compared with the barbarity of low productivity, the world is indeed magnificent.When the wild people saw the Xingyue tribe, they all admired whether this was a place where gods lived.But if they come to this world, they will find out what is beyond imagination.

The white marble floor shone with a strange stream of light, the curtains on the big bed were windless and automatic, and on both sides there were elf flapping wings holding beautiful palace lanterns hanging in the air.

Rong Yue gently beckoned, and the elf flew with light to illuminate the bookcase on the side of the room.

There are gods in the world view of this game, and the traces are profound.As the pope, Rong Yue is even more familiar with the doctrinal classics, but since he has the wisdom and knows the falsehood here, he only read these as stories.

But now, he had to admit that there was a force controlling everything, sending him away and dragging him back.

If he was formed because of the aspiration that everyone loves, then the god that didn't exist...maybe because of faith?

The heavy classics were taken out one by one, and when Rong Yue saw useful ones, they took them out and threw them on the ground.

Then he sat down and looked through the lights.

The hourglass of time leaked the last blue gravel, the moon was already hanging outside the window, and the night sky was bright.

Rong Yue closed a book wearily, and closed her eyes in confusion.

How could this be?Block word?Or deleted the whole paragraph?Rong Yue felt that every book seemed to lack some content, and the direct description of God no longer existed. Sometimes words like miracles were replaced by words.

Is this the reason for the censorship, or is there someone behind it?

The friend bar of the game panel is still dark, he can't open it, and he can't go to the snowy area to find them and confirm that the person is still there.Anxiety swept through his body, and the small bedroom looked empty.

It's been a day and I don't know how to go back.Is Tianyang worried?

***

Rong Yue fell asleep leaning on the edge of the bed.

The sunrise in the Pentagonal Continent is very magnificent, as long as it is not rainy, it is always accompanied by beautiful colorful glow.

The familiar schedule unfolded on time at 7 o'clock in the morning. Rong Yue took a look. There was not much difference between before and before the service was stopped. At 8 o'clock in the morning, the temple opened to receive the messenger.

At twelve o'clock at noon, the camp task will be issued and the camp reward will be settled.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, go to the confession room, meet the players' tasks, and listen to their voices.

At eight o'clock in the evening, the celebration will tour the city.

Tour the city!?

On the second day of the service, the new event has not yet started. In the game announcement, the tour is the pre-heating part of the event.

Rong Yue let out a sigh of relief.To be able to go out, at least to hear what the players are saying, and what happened these days when the service was stopped.He couldn't see the preview of some activities himself, but the well-informed players must know.

Rong Yue kept telling herself to be patient, but how can anyone who has tried freedom can live in a cage at ease — not to mention that he feels lonely like never before.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the pope put on his tuxedo, got on the carriage, and finally drove out of the temple slowly.

The illuminated streets are full of people, and the carriage can only move slowly.

"Ah! Yueyue!!" Some players shouted: "It's finally here!"

Rong Yue followed the prestige, pursed her lips and smiled, but there was no temperature in her eyes.But the player still clutched his heart and exaggeratedly shouted: "Ah Yueyue, look at me, I'm spinning and exploding into the sky!"

The breeze blew up Rong Yue's long hair and the fringe behind her shoulders, bringing out a stream of silver and white holy in the night.The more players gathered, Rong Yue caught a lot of conversations.

"Hey, doesn't the Pope give honor to the camp when he visits the city?"

"Hey, ten minutes a little bit, but if you don't give it to me, I have to come! I haven't seen Yueyue for three months! Traffic jam in the confession room in the afternoon..."

"The Snow Territory is also very crowded today, they are all waiting for the camp honor suit..."

"It's still a month for the 100th level, how come you have saved it? Has the skill description official website opened?"

"It's an event display, and the main storyline is about to start. This time it's a faction battle. At that time, Stars and Moon Moon are about to fight, hey, exciting!"

"Fight now!?"

"No, it's estimated that all members will be level 100 later. It is said that after the battle of the faction, it will be the battle of the gods. I thought it would be another year or two. Isn't it the case before?

"Sure, look at the dialog box and try to type'Daily', it's not framed for you every day..."

...

Hearing all the way, all kinds of information filled my mind.

Skills show three days later, camp battle for one month, and then the battle of God...?

Players are always excited about these, talking about the strengths and weaknesses of the equipment, values, and skills after modification.But there is always a shadow behind the excitement. Rong Yue also heard many people cursing the producer. Some skills, special effects and costumes in the game have undergone drastic changes, and many life skills should not be forcibly removed.

Suddenly, his gaze froze over a player's head.

It was a cloud of gray mist.

Rong Yue blinked again, the carriage had passed by, and the player disappeared from view.

He read it right, it was a cloud of gray mist, like a dark cloud in the grand and lively street.

"You!" Rong Yue suddenly stood up from the carriage, and was about to jump down, halfway through her movement, but she was stopped by a gentle and strong force.

[Don’t do things that break the order.]

Suddenly someone was talking in her ear, and Rong Yue stiffened, turned into a puppet, and smiled back to her seat.

Can listen, see, cannot move, cannot speak.Rong Yue gradually calmed down, but she was surprised and a little bit of joy appeared.

"What is that fog?" Rong Yue asked as he waved to the surrounding players.

The owner of the voice didn't care if he was too calm or pretending to be submissive. Perhaps for the owner of absolute power, he didn't care much about the puppet's occasional trembling fingers.

[It's Chaos.] That voice actually answered.

"What is Chaos?" Rong Yue asked again.

[It is an existence that is contrary to order, it is an existence that caused an accident in the Pentagon Continent, and an existence that should not exist.]

This voice couldn't distinguish men, women, and children, and the speech also had a strange mechanical feeling.Rong Yue asked again: "Who are you?"

There was no response this time.

The carriage circled the city and returned to the front garden of the temple.

Sister Rong Yueren helped to get out of the car, and a guard lined up behind her, walking towards the gate step by step.

Players are not allowed to enter the scope of the temple at night, but many people are outside the garden, watching the pope enter the house to sleep through the hidden plants.

Rong Yue felt the gaze behind her, and every step she deviated from a slight angle. When she reached the door, she was already very close to the left door frame.

As soon as he stepped into the door, he suddenly stretched out his hand and supported it heavily on the door frame!

"My Pope?" The nun asked strangely: "Why don't you go in?"

Guards: "My lord, why don't you go in?"

"Why don't you go in?" "Go in!" "Go in!"

There was a mechanical repetition all around, making Rong Yue a headache, but his hands hurt even more.

The strength just now came again, pushing his back, trying to push him into the door.

"Don't..." Rong Yue supported the wall with one hand and buckled the gap at the hinge of the gate with the other. As the thrust gradually increased, his arms and fingers began to tremble.

[Don’t do things that break the order.]

The voice began to repeat again: [Don’t do things that break the order...]

again and again.

Rong Yue's whole body was pushed on the door frame, and the white dress robe gradually pours dazzling blood.

A deep wound was made on the finger by the crack in the door. It was cut with unscientific force at an obtuse angle that was not sharp, and blood flowed down the door frame.

The internal organs were squeezed, Rong Yue gradually felt suffocated, salty blood gushing out of her mouth uncontrollably.

"My lord, why don't you go in?"

The feeling of dying lasted only a moment.Rong Yue only felt a sharp pain, her eyes went dark, and then she opened her eyes, her feet were already on the ground of the temple.

The door behind him slowly closed, and a dazzling pool of blood on the ground gradually disappeared.

And the severe pain in his body was only a slight throbbing pain.

The voice seemed to just want him to come in and disappear without a trace at the moment.Rong Yue stood blankly for a while, strode to her bedroom, didn't even bother to change clothes, fell asleep tiredly.

There is still a chance.

He will patiently wait for the highly anticipated opportunity.

***

"The temple is open!"

With an exclamation, the magical carpet stretched out from under the feet.

The celebration is about to begin. This is the super-large event that "Stars and Moons" will return after three months-the battle of factions is about to begin. The pope will speak, pray, and show everyone on the second floor of the tower outside the temple. A hundred-level new skill-oracle.

A few years ago, Rong Yue had seen such a big scene.The game players are so dense that they can't wait to squeeze into the Arhat, just to see at first glance what new clothes the beautiful Pope is wearing.

Today's Rong Yue obviously won't disappoint. The holy white dress has hollows on the neckline and back double scapula. A pair of transparent wings shining with golden powder halo flutters from time to time, sprinkling golden powder.

Flowers, white doves, bell tower.Enthusiastic player.

Everywhere is clean and beautiful, shining with dreamy brilliance.

This is not the case in the wild.

The jungle is full of crises, it is troublesome to take a bath, even if the girl with the best craftsmanship cuts and makes clothes, it is not as good as the ordinary clothes that a mob can drop in this world.

It’s even worse now. For the coming crisis, they removed the lampposts and erected spikes on the fence. The things they made in a hurry were not beautiful at all. The most beautiful and fashionable bean curd was just black. Thin ordinary girl.

But Rong Yue still likes there, where everyone likes him, not the "pope" who is never allowed to make a move and smiles forever.

He took a deep breath, took a step forward, and secretly clenched his fist.

"Dear friends..."

He wants to go back.

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