You don't decrypt at all do you?

Immediately afterwards, the natives counted one by one and knelt down to Zhu Wen with a "plop".Once the posture is set up, we start to worship.

The player whose hair was pulled by Zhu Wen: "???"

The rest of the players: "???"

Zhu Wen: "Understood."

Players: "???" What do you understand?

Zhu Wen stepped aside a little and pushed the player in his hand away a little.

The natives immediately changed the direction of worship, as if they had seen their ancestors.

Zhu Wen felt that they might have misjudged the plot so far.

But that's also understandable.

He turned his head and said to the players: "'KK' said that he doesn't understand the language of the aborigines here, do you feel that way?"

Players are shaking their heads.

——You should first explain why the natives knelt down!

Zhu Wen: "Because the display on the computer is indeed in Chinese, I subconsciously feel that 'KK' is most likely from our side. If he is not from our side, then the problem should also be from our side— —For example, we were actually invaders who replaced his teammates.”

"But the current situation is—in fact, we don't have a big problem with the aborigines in terms of language communication. So it can basically be determined that the problem lies with the 'KK' side."

"After all, we have the same language as 'KK' and at the same time can communicate normally with the aborigines, so 'KK' and the aborigines must also be able to communicate."

"Why did 'KK' say this nonsense, let's put it aside for now."

The aborigines sincerely paid homage to the mutated player, for fear that Zhu Wen would cut the mutated player with a knife.

The players officially entered the state of listening to the class, their eyes flickering more than the stars in the sky, "Say what you say! Keep talking!"

"Laughing, so no one cares that the plot is going on, right?"

"Don't panic, it's just a plot breakdown in every game ("

"Don't talk nonsense, you people! Isn't Zhu Wen playing a game seriously! (Funny)"

"Don't talk nonsense! This is at least more reasonable than Shi Ting's explanation ("

Zhu Wen took the mutated, half-dead player and approached the natives a step closer.

The natives were shocked.

From worshiping mutant players to worshiping Zhuwen.

"Lee don't mess with him, Lee don't mess with him..."

The natives worshiped and said, that's called a humble.

Zhu Wen: "But the analysis of murlocs corresponding to the aborigines is correct in the general direction. The mistake is that they are not corresponding in identity, but in the relationship between superiors and subordinates."

Zhu Wen pointed to the sea: "Murlocs, some kind of unique creatures in this world."

Pointing to the aborigines: "The aborigines have fanatical worship of the murlocs in terms of culture or belief."

Therefore, Zhu Wen originally wanted to threaten a wave according to the original analysis, but the aborigines kneeled down instead, which was a clue for nothing.

The players said "Oh~~~~~" and understood.

In this way, it is reasonable for the natives to kneel down without saying a word.

"so!"

The fisherman flicked his fishing rod: "Should we go back to the goddamn fisherman?"

"Benima is thinking about fishing!"

"Dawn" No. 2 idiot gave the fisherman a slap, "So! We can now break into the aborigines without bloodshed! From now on, we and 'KK' will most likely be enemies!"

"We figured this out."

A player answered the call, and then sent out a soul question: "Then what then?"

"Dawn" No. 2 idiot: "...that's right."

He looked at Zhu Wen.

His gaze stayed on Zhu Wen for 0.5 seconds, and he blurted out: "And then?" After speaking, he came to his senses.

Grass!

Why should I ask Zhu Wen for his opinion? !

Fool No. 2 of "Breaking Dawn" hugged his head, in great pain.

What was even more painful was the mutated player whose hair was plucked by Zhu Wen. He raised his hand and grabbed Zhu Wen's fingers, crying out - I am so miserable!You still scratch my hair!I am this age!Does hair grow back? !

Zhu Wen's fingers couldn't be pulled apart.

The mutated player changed his strategy, because his vocal cords had problems with the mutation and he couldn't speak, so he slapped Zhu Wen's hand violently instead.

He raised his head stubbornly, his protruding eyeballs were full of humbleness—please!Let's change our strategy!

Players looked at this scene, no more.

This……

What the hell is this precious image of the behind-the-scenes boss before killing innocent people?

"Ok?"

Zhu Wen could see that the mutated player wanted to express himself, so he lowered his head and looked at him.

The mutated players winked wildly.

I don't know if it's because of his protruding eyeballs, but the whole person, the whole face, and the expression are conveyed accurately.

—I know what you mean!Watch me act!You let go of my hair!

Zhu Wen understands the previous meaning, but he really doesn't understand the latter set of facial features.

So Zhu Wen slipped the mutated player towards him, and said "huh?" again.

The mutated player felt that his scalp was about to be plucked off, and was furious—did you fucking do it on purpose? !

Players: "..." What pantomime is this?

Zhu Wen laughed, and now he understood from the mutated player's grinning expression.

He let go of his hand and said with a smile: "It's really not intentional."

Mutated player: "..." Really?I do not believe.

The natives are just dishonest.

Speaking of the piety of worship, it is not at all afraid of the players, but mainly worried about wishing to kill the mutant players—AKA they are gods!

Now that the mutated player was let go, the natives immediately raised their guns, and when the mutated player gave an order, they were ready to shoot Zhu Wen first.

They looked at the mutated player and said, "My lord! Let's do it! Help you avenge!"

Mutated player: "..." Thank you, no need.

He looked at Zhu Wen with a wooden face, his scalp hurt reflexively, and he raised his hand to touch the top of his head.

Haha.

The hair is still there.

The mutated player felt relieved and let go.

But I didn't expect to look down, there were more than twenty hairs between my fingers!

More than twenty roots!

For an adult!Isn't more than twenty hairs not much? !Not worrying enough? !

His voice of "Aw!" came from grief, he knelt down on the ground with a "plop", hugged Zhu Wen's leg and started howling.

Zhu Wen: "?"

Players: "?"

Indigenous people: "?"

The mutated player was devastated, but he still had a task to do. After copying and pasting, he began to imitate the natives and bowed to Zhu Wen.

Isn't this fucking an equation!

The natives worship the murlocs, and the murlocs worship the players, so the status of the players will rise in a straight line!

but.

Mutated players just wanted to play a role at first.

But—my hair, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...

Generally speaking, after the plan is implemented, there is no trace of acting skills, and it all depends on emotional output.

Zhu Wen: "..." I understand, but I was speechless.

Players: "...?" We entered the wrong game?Why is this game so weird everywhere?

Indigenous people: "...!" Hiss...Understood, completely understood!

"You guys!"

The natives pointed at the players headed by Zhu Wen, and said in a mess: "Misunderstanding! Come! Eat! We! You! We are all friends!"

"Does my friend work?" The fisherman tried to answer.

The aborigine who spoke looked at the fisherman with an expression of "this kid has been smart since he was a child", "Yes, yes!"

But I didn't expect the fisherman to be furious: "It's your mother! No matter how we say it, we should be at the same level as this thing!"

He pointed at the mutated player, so it wasn't a discussion: "You guys! You think it's hard work to treat us as friends! Are you adults happy?!"

Players: "..." What kind of fucking accent is this!

The aborigines are very simple, and the brain circuit is ABA two back and forth, I figured it out.

One side is where their faith lies, and the other side is the players who almost slashed their faith with a knife, and the faith not only didn't get angry, but also bowed down.

Then, it is clear what to do next.

The natives reflected in a spiral on the spot, and raised their guns one after another.

Players: "!!!"

Wait a minute!Do not impulse!not!You can also be friends!

The natives held their guns horizontally with both hands, raised their knees, and broke the guns with the sound of "Crack!" one after another.

"Adults! Come!"

Players: "..."

"... My mother tongue is speechless"

"Help! Why is this outrageous yet reasonable feeling everywhere?!"

"Don't get close to Zhu Wen, it will mutate ("

"Let's just say that there is nothing wrong with this result. After normal players figure out the causal relationship, they will probably do the same. After all, the treatment of captives and guests must be different. But this way of expression! This is the implementation of the plan! Crap!"

"The previous summary is good! Just one word "grass" vividly expresses the subtle state of mind and agitated heart of our observers, as well as the incomprehension of inertial thinking! Especially the exclamation point, which seems ordinary, but actually contains The confusion and confusion in the hearts of the observers"

"The previous reading comprehension is bewildered ("

The players recovered from the shock and became numb.

Haha.

After so much, what is there to be surprised about?

They are all mature players, and it's not surprising that there are one or two brain-dead NPCs in the game.

but!

The eyes of all the players were tearing open, staring at the broken shotguns on the ground. The proportional conversion was like losing millions of investment in the real world!

This is a fucking gun!

Put a gun that can kill monsters and people in the game!