In any case, the third stage of the thrilling and crisis-ridden, and there is no danger, and there is a bit boring, finally completed.

The audience hopes that the fourth stage will be thrilling, and the contestants hope that the thrilling will not die.

【Main Mission: Trail Blazers】

Explore the first island (complete)

Find a communicable biome (complete)

Stay at this island until the end of the countdown: 0:0:0 (completed)

Keep going (in progress)

Content: You have done... set foot in this land again. Owning territory is more important than you think. Because it means... the former master of this world has returned. Now, it is not the time to rest.

Move forward, move forward! Eliminate the aliens around you and let the land under your feet truly belong to us!

Rebuke, rebuke! He screams like a timid mole at hissing and howls the departing enemy!

It seems to be an illusion, but players seem to feel a kind of... ridicule from the main content?

"Chang Chong!"

Only Mu Su shouted excitedly without realizing it: "The colonization of the New World massacre of the indigenous people stripped off their skins and made them into long boots for their death!

"what's on your mind?"

Yinghua stared at Qianye with her head lowered and her eyes drooping slightly. This was her manifestation of her falling into thinking, so she was given the nickname "speed vacuum thinking".

Qian Ye raised his eyes, left his thoughts and said, "I was wondering if the narrator would be more than just the narrator..."

"I need a pair of new boots!" Mu Su swung the air with Fujiang axe not far away.

"Just like the narrator in the third round is the Lord of Dreams, the narrator is also very...personal. But it doesn't make sense to think about it now."

Obviously, the narration is still far from the players, and it is not something they can contact at this stage, whether it is encouragement or ridicule, they can only serve as the main line puppets.

"I'm ready!"

Tian, ​​who had recovered his rationality, touched his upper body naked and bulged his muscles.

"I plan to stay for a day first."

Qianye poured cold water for Tian and some eager players: "The second island needs to be improved, researching the stone house, setting up buffer belts, investigating and sketching dandelions, accumulating food, water and other things, and I also want to take a break..."

She needs time to sort out clues at this stage.

There is no doubt that as the most famous student of Love Soojin University on Mars, Qianye’s IQ is unquestionable. However, she prefers to stand next to the crowd rather than manipulate the player to lead them. This will make her feel bored.

But the players who stand out from the first three rounds with different styles are too random, especially the third round to screen out many intelligent and reasoning players. Compared to their strength, it is also appropriate to describe these people by luck.

"Wait a minute, there is one more thing you have to do."

Mao Jiu walked over at this time, followed by several players: "The second island has belonged to us... It needs a new name now."

"Am I?"

Qian Ye turned his head slightly and thought, listening to Mu Su shouting from a distance, his expression moved slightly, and smiled slightly: "Just call me Thanksgiving Island."

This word is not related to anything in front of you, so it is hard to say that this name has no influence on Mu Su.

Mao Jiu and Tian Mouth and others dispersed, Qianye enjoyed a rare relaxation as a member of the islander. First, go to the stone house to visit "Lanar", then take off his shoes, stroll on the beach barefoot, and stop in front of the rough sand on the east coast.

.

When Qianye returned to the west coast, she saw that Mu Su was no longer excited and squatted on the beach in front of the shallows and quietly built a castle.

Qianye, who was in a good mood, held his shoes and approached him to tease: "Don't you go to save the look, listen, ask, and cut?"

"Who is it?"

...

Mu Su didn't know when Qianye would walk away.

His thoughts were like sand pillars built in front of him, and they were incomprehensible and indescribable.

"Hmmm..."

Mu Su held his breath and blushed his face, and he was depressed in more than ten seconds.

Still can't hold it out...

Mu Su looked up at Yun Yi sadly: "Can I, Mu Su, have already had no talent, and it is difficult to write the "Biography of Mu Su Su" that has been passed down forever..."

"Wuwu Musu is not alive anymore~ It's awkward~"

The shadows fell, and Yinghua sat and grimaced and laughed.

Mu Su immediately blushed: "I haven't lived...what hasn't lived! I'll give you all the ruthless life!"

After saying that, his eyes turned white and cut out the game.

...

Thumb

Mu Su rushed to the kitchen downstairs and looked at the fisherman's sweater on the upper body, the light-colored long skirt on the lower body, and the apron on the sound of Shi Qi: "Let me visit!"

laugh

Shiqi put down the spatula, pinched the corner of the skirt with disgust, and slowly pulled up the skirt.

...

"Sigh."

Mu Su wiped the corner of his mouth, and Tom's same kite as Tom in the hologram screen turned over and landed, rushed out of the bedroom and ran downstairs.

“Let me visit!”

After the words came to an end, Mu Su looked at a silver-haired intellectual woman with glasses sitting at the dining table with Shiqi.

Her forehead was decorated with silver wires of circuit boards with synthetic characteristics.

"Who is this?" Mu Su stared at the woman who exuded a mature charm from the inside out.

"Leader of Haven 3." Shi Qi replied.

Mu Su ran back upstairs without saying autism.

Bang

The sound of closing the door was heard back downstairs.

Shiqi calmly unbuttoned his apron and left his seat: "I'll go see him."

The silver-haired woman smiled: "You guys get along well..."

...

On the other side, Mu Su, who was running back to the room, pounced back on the bed, turned to lie on his back and lifted his legs, trying to fold his upper and lower body, and at the same time stretched his neck.

"No matter what you want, please do not ask for anything!"

Scream

The closed door was suddenly pushed open, and the lights from the corridor reached into the room.

Mu Su, who tried hard to raise his waist and stretch his neck, slowly lowered his legs and pushed his eyes that did not exist on the bridge of his nose: "Muscles and ligaments will shrink and stiffen like rust for a long time. You will not understand this feeling.

of."

Bang.

The door is closed again.

Mu Su slumped in the bed, gave up the job, and decided to return to his original intention: update!

Jun Moxiao is an editor, maybe he can help himself...

Thinking of this, Mu Suqian opened the address book to send a message: "Don't laugh!"

"What..." the message was slow to reply.

"Do you have any suggestions for its famous writer Musukavin?"

Jun Moxiao, who took the pressure-reducing medicine, calmly replied: "There is such a good thing?"

"Um?"

“Just as you have always done.”

Mu Su shyly: "Is this not good... How do you think about writing about my daily routine?"

"No one cares about this kind of thing."

"I'm considered a famous writer no matter how I say it!"

"No official certification does not count."

"hateful……"

"Have you been urged to commit the paper?"

Looking back at the comment section, "I see if I'm going to die without Mu Susu's rumor", Mu Susu was unmoved: "No at all."

"You can stop updating, um... polish and present better works." When Jun Moxiao said this, he felt that he could face everything calmly.

“What if the reader wants to read it?”

"Whatever you want."

The chat ends and the message box closes.

Out of conscience, Mu Su decided to write a chapter of gratitude to the readers.
Chapter completed!