Back in the game, enjoying the familiar sweet air again, An Shunwang only felt his whole body floating. He didn't know how this game was so delicate and sensory stimulating. He could even simulate the freshness of the air. In addition to the beautiful style of the city, based on these two points, even if it is not a combat game, as a casual game, it is still a top-notch market.

An Shunwang looked around and found that just after he went offline, there were a lot of elves around him, piled up like a nest of eggs.

An Shunwang frowned and squeezed out of the group of hairballs with some difficulty. As soon as he came out, he saw a large number of elf balls falling down like rain. He buried An Shunwang who had finally squeezed out again.

What's my situation?

An Shunwang was confused by the smash, and then he quickly squeezed out with the strength of breastfeeding. He always felt that if he didn't squeeze out, he might not be able to get out today.

Finally sticking out his head, he saw a tall green titan carrying a sack of elf balls walking here. Seeing this, An Shunwang quickly said, "Hey, hey, wait, buddy, don't fall down, let me come out first."

The green Titan, who was resistant to sacks, was stunned, and then looked at An Shunwang in the elf ball and grinned: "It's from Shudu?"

"Hey hey hey" An Shunwang nodded repeatedly.

The green titan smiled and grabbed him out.

Lying in the other party's wide palm, An Shunwang breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at the other party and smiled, "Are you a player?"

"Yes!" The other party smiled and revealed his online name, which read: Hardcore man!

"Oh, hello, hello," An Shunwang smiled friendly, and then asked again: "Where are you doing it?"

"Collect the Pornballs" Seeing that the other party was puzzled, the Green Titan player grinned and said, "This is a job. You elves who have not yet transformed have nothing to do on weekdays. They basically like to float around in the city. When transformed, you are prone to falling asleep. Some like to suddenly go offline, resulting in the streets of the city full of elves. The city is under construction. Not only are you hindering traffic, but you often have accidental injuries, especially those ogres who don't like to watch the road, often trampling you to death."

Anshunwang: ""

"The rebirth machine in the base was directly overloaded and stopped working, so in order to avoid this situation, the lord temporarily launched this cleaning mission." The player said and patted the sack behind him that was twice as tall as him: "Here, these days we are responsible for picking up you all over the street, and piled up a sack and pouring it here."

"I" An Shunwang didn't know how to complain for a while, so he thought for a long time and said blankly: "Do you want money for this job?"

"It's okay," the player laughed and said, "I didn't make money by moving bricks, but I'm better off. I can look at the urban environment. It's good to do this kind of work occasionally for two days."

"Uh?" When talking about the urban environment, Anshunwang's eyes lit up, and then said, "Can you take me with you? I actually want to visit this city too."

Last time I spent most of my time waiting for surgery in the game, but after entering this elf base, I fell asleep directly. He didn't have time to take a closer look at this picturesque city.

Thinking that I only planned to play for two hours, I couldn't do anything else anyway, so I might as well take a look.

"Okay," the other party said with ease: "I happened to meet a fellow villager, so I'll take you to have a good time. Please wait, I'll deal with this sack first."

The other party said that, and put An Shunwang carefully behind him, then carried a sack of elf balls and poured them into it.

"Frog Special?" Just as the sack was poured, a puzzled American accent suddenly came from inside.

But the player continued to pour it into it as if he hadn't heard it.

"Uh" An Shunwang was stunned for a moment and said carefully: "It seems that someone was talking inside just now?"

"Is there any?" the player grinned and said, "You heard it wrong." After saying that, he took out a small sack on his waist, found a hidden corner and stuffed it in it.

An Shunwang was stunned for a moment, because he had noticed clearly that something seemed to be moving in the small sack.

What is inside? Why tie it with a rope?

"Let's go." After finishing everything, the player clapped his hands and said to An Shunwang with a honest smile.

An Shunwang was silent for a while and said to himself: Whoever smiled so honestly shouldn't be a bad person, right?

The city is still as beautiful as before. This time, with a leisurely enough attitude, An Shunwang felt more and more that the level of attentiveness of this game was unprecedented!

Walking on the street, every floor, every sculpture, and every green scenery are extremely real, all at the top mural level, and incredibly detailed. Anshunwang can even see the exquisite patterns on each leaf, feeling the fragrance and faint dew on the leaves. Anshunwang was a little confused for the first time. Is this really a game?

"How is it? Isn't it beautiful?" The Green Titan player named a hardcore man smiled and said with a smile when he saw An Shunwang's dazed look: "This place is called Ziluoling, which is a high-end community developed by a little fairy with athlete's foot."

"Community?" An Shunwang was stunned.

"Yes," the other party smiled and said, "The current housing price is 300 points per square meter. I must buy a big house here before the housing price rises!"

"House Price" An Shunwang was stunned: "Is this game still playing the house system?"

And I heard that the developer's name just now was not serious NPC, right? So I asked carefully: "What little fairy is a player, right?"

"Yes, where would I get this name from NPC?"

An Shunwang was silent for a while, then said, "If this happens, will the old players have too much advantage?"

In the past, I only heard that players could buy houses, but I never heard that players could build foundations and sell houses. If I play this way, how can players who come late later survive?

"That's right," the other party sighed, but smiled and said, "But we are not too late. The game process has just begun. The planet we are currently in today has only one city, and there are many places to develop. The planet we are invading now is a medieval civilization planet. Now there is less than 10% of map exploration. The most powerful thing is just a city lord stage. There are still many opportunities in the future. We will have the opportunity to become a lord with a city of our own."

After pausing, he said, "Well, maybe more than that. This is an interstellar game. Maybe we can still have our own planet in the future!"

An Shunwang smiled when he heard this. This guy took it for granted. A private player owns a planet. Such resource configurations do not dare to promote domestic games that love bragging.

If the game screens are at this level, how many artists are needed for a city to build? How many hours are needed? Not to mention other things, how much memory capacity does these NPC configurations occupy?

As he just tested, almost every npc here is smart. Anyone who can pull a dog can talk to you for half a day. This kind of intelligent npc optical language library with a high level requires a huge amount of memory. He just saw this kind of npc, which is at least tens of thousands in this city.

He is also a virtual game industry. According to his professional calculations, the memory configuration required by such a city is probably as good as the server memory of several large games.

With such a high configuration requirement, you tell me that players can be private lords? What a joke?

This is equivalent to a player having a top-level server and getting a planet? Even if you have earned a billion krypton gold dog, the game dealer dare not treat you so well, not to mention that the game seems to have not started charging yet.

So he doubted whether the old players became the city lords were true or not.

Just as he was about to say, he suddenly heard a struggle noise. An Shunwang was stunned and looked at the sack on the guy next to him. The sound seemed to be coming from inside.

The player seemed to hear it, frowned and stopped, turned around and placed the sack on the ground. As soon as his huge arm was tampered with it, he grabbed the singing elf ball.

Someone probably went online halfway or woke up halfway, thinking like this.

"Fake! Whotell mewhat'sgoingon?" The elf ball shouted excitedly as soon as it was caught.

"Foreigner?" The player's face darkened, he took out a black tape from his pocket, sealed the mouth of the elf ball that was talking excitedly, wrapped it around for a few times, and then threw it into the small sack on his waist.

An Shunwang's face turned dark, and he immediately knew what was going on with the small sack he had hidden in the base before.
Chapter completed!