Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?

Yin hour moment.

The moon was dark and the wind was high, and the surrounding area was quiet. You could still faintly hear the muffled cries coming from the bedroom next door. It was a good time to kill someone and bury the body.

The two disciples sat opposite each other, with the bamboo slips they just got today and the copied bamboo slips in their hands.

Liu Xiaoqiang is a thin boy. He is usually submissive, but now he is looking up and crying.

Ding Dazhuang is a big-boned man. Although he is only seventeen years old, his beard makes him look very mature.

Unlike his rough appearance, he was also crying now.

He raised his head, and tears the size of peas kept dripping out, making the two people sit opposite each other, but they looked up at the top of their heads together.

After a long time, Ding Dazhuang knelt down in front of Liu Xiaoqiang and said solemnly: "Brother Qiang, I can't help you this time."

"It's good that you know." Liu Xiaoqiang said with tears.

"I shouldn't have copied the bamboo slips to you."

"It's good that you know."

"But you have to believe that I have absolutely no intention of harming you. I just want to share Mr. Fang Wai's new work with you."

"I know, but I can't forgive you anymore."

"I'm sorry, I actually did such a thing to my brother. I'm ashamed of you. Tomorrow, I will leave Wanfa Sect and spend the rest of my life to atone for my sins."

"Go ahead, the shadow in my heart also needs a lifetime to save."

The dormitory of Wanfa Sect is shared by two people, but occasionally other people will come over to borrow books or ask questions.

At this time, there was another disciple standing at the door, looking at the two people in front of him doubtfully.

"What are you two doing?" Zhang Ting asked doubtfully, "By the way, Ding Dazhuang, I heard that you got a bamboo slip from Mr. Fang Wai today. Bring it to me to see."

"No." Ding Dazhuang shook his head and said, "I have already harmed a brother, and I can't harm him anymore."

"Don't be so stingy. The worst I can do is to help you with your homework for two days. But in exchange, you have to sign in for me. I'm going to skip school for two days to play with my new work."

"Don't be like this." Liu Xiaoqiang lamented, "The new game doesn't take long, you can finish it in one night."

"That's it..."

Hearing this, Zhang Ting suddenly became very depressed.

It's too short and may not be enjoyable enough.

Some people are particularly prone to being addicted to games, and Zhang Ting is one of them.

If I don't play games for one day, my whole body will feel uncomfortable. If I don't play games for two days, ants will climb the tree.

Logically speaking, no one in the outer sect should be able to play the normal version of the Fangwai game now.

But Zhang Ting is not an ordinary person.

He is a man who can write such wonderful articles as "My Grandfather, the Sect Master".

Most of the disciples of Wanfa Sect have no status, let alone the sect leader. Even if the sect leader's grandfather comes over, he still has to spray when it's time to spray.

But as long as there are a few who pay attention to status, then Zhang Ting will receive a little preferential treatment.

There was a Foundation Establishment disciple in the inner sect who happened to want to curry favor with him, so he obtained a copy of "Right Path Survivor" through the inner sect, but he could only play it secretly, and could not lend it to others, nor could anyone copy it.

But no matter how fun the game is, after playing it for a long time, you still want to try something new.

Especially after he discovered that copying the bamboo slips could actually copy the game saves together, the once exciting trip to the underworld became an ordinary grind, allowing him to pass the level quickly.

Therefore, after knowing that there was a new work, he immediately came over to find two people who were familiar with him and prepared to have a good time.

Although he was dissatisfied with the short process of this game, he still stretched out his hand to Liu Xiaoqiang: "It doesn't matter, lend it to me. I will return it to you after copying it. If you are a brother, lend it to me."

"Brother Zhang, just because you and I are brothers, I can't lend it to you."

"Okay, borrow it, borrow it, the worst I can do is help you with your homework for three more days, and I'll return it to you later."

Taking the bamboo slips from Liu Xiaoqiang's hand, Zhang Ting immediately copied them.

He didn't even want to go back to experience it, so he just put his thoughts into the bamboo slips here and couldn't wait to play.

Seeing Zhang Ting like this, Liu Xiaoqiang only had time to say "Hey", and then he could only sigh helplessly.

Good words can't persuade a damn ghost, that's all.

Zhang Ting, who was sinking into the bamboo slips, naturally saw the two lines of game prompts, but he didn't take them seriously.

After clearing the progress in the bamboo slips, he entered the game and soon saw the quiet background and the name of the game: "Mountain Travel".

"Mountain Trek...is it a mountain climbing game? Killing monsters all the way up?"

The first game had a great impact on people. Zhang Ting, who had been influenced by "Sword Master" and "Righteous Survivor", had the impression of the game in his mind that he was fighting monsters and upgrading, and he did not realize that he had stepped into the forest. In the net woven by Yuan.

He was still looking for a way to draw the sword, and then he heard a cold voice ringing in his ears: "Who are you and what are you doing here?"

Looking up, he saw a woman with an indifferent face standing in front of him, and then a translucent option box appeared in front of his eyes.

"Option 1: Your escort. Option 2: Passing by by chance. Option 3: Silence. What do you mean?"

After looking at it carefully for a while, Zhang Ting made a casual choice and picked the third option, silence.

"Don't tell me, forget it, you don't look like a bad person. I want to go to the mountain peak, and you seem to be a somewhat capable person. Please come with me."

The girl's attitude made Zhang Ting a little unhappy.

After all, asking someone to accompany you when you just met is too familiar.

And the attitude is not good, the worst review among the bad reviews.

However, after being dissatisfied, Zhang Ting was surprised again.

Did the other party speak?

And looking carefully, Zhang Ting found that the girl was just an ordinary illusion, but she would make movements and expressions such as yawning and impatience from time to time, making the girl in front of her very vivid.

If the painting is better, Zhang Ting believes that the other party will be more attractive.

The new discovery made Zhang Ting regain his interest in this game and continued to play.

The delicate text is not dragged out, and a few lines of dialogue set up the image of "Ye Qingyuan". The indifference and precautions at the first meeting are just the other party's armor. Only after removing it can you see the softness and fragility inside.

Although he came here to kill monsters at first, after a quarter of an hour, Zhang Ting was completely immersed in the interaction with "Ye Qingyuan" and gradually improved his favor for "Ye Qingyuan".

If there is such a woman in reality, it would be great.

Occasional physical contact made Zhang Ting feel itchy, and the cheerful girl became more and more attractive. Although he didn't get what he wanted, the good words and good characters made Zhang Ting feel the charm of the beautiful girl game, and he began to smile strangely from time to time.

However, the happier he laughed, the harder the knife stabbed.

There were actually signs in the story, but Zhang Ting, who was immersed in the story, didn't notice it.

Maybe he had discovered it, but he was obsessed with eating candy and chose to ignore it. The ending was that he was stabbed through by the knife, covering his chest for a long time and couldn't get up.

"Sorry, you ran in vain. I'm dead, I died a hundred years ago. If I could meet you earlier... I'm sorry."

It was obviously an ordinary sentence, but when it was said by "Ye Qingyuan" at this time, it was as if a million demons were stabbing Zhang Ting crazily, making him cry.

Looking at Zhang Ting's current appearance, Liu Xiaoqiang suddenly felt that he was not so uncomfortable.

Sure enough, the way to make yourself happy is to find an unhappy person.

Feeling that his mood has recovered a lot, he looked at Ding Dazhuang with a nervous face and said seriously: "I forgive you."