[Human Self-Salvation Alliance Xinyue: Belief in gods is not as good as belief in our leader. If human beings really go all the way according to the arrangements of the gods, I can be sure that there will never be any good results. 】
[City Guardian Li Yuxuan: Why do you believe in your leader? Your alliance leader sleeps every day without even showing his face. It is better to believe in the deputy minister of our guardianship department. It is because of him that we humans can be united. 】
[Holy Alliance Army Blue Bird: Please don’t say that... Lord God is for the good of mankind...]
[God: The seaside is guarded by tentacle monsters and cannot be crossed. Su Mingan, I know you are reading this post. If you see it, just let me know the information. 】
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Su Mingan glanced at the person with the ID of "God". His profile picture was a daisy. He should be a certain Su Lin.
He did the math, and it was now the early morning of the third day the dungeon was opened. Three games have already been released, so it shouldn’t be a problem to finish six games twenty days ago.
"Click." He put the "Girls' Dream Project" disc into the game helmet and prepared to experience this new game. Every chapter of "Lou Yue Kingdom" opens at zero o'clock, so the third chapter will have to wait until zero o'clock tomorrow.
Before he could put on his helmet, there was a knock on the door.
"Dong dong."
The knock on the door was soft.
Su Mingan opened the door. Su Luoluo was standing at the door holding a pink Dream Patrol helmet.
The dim light in the room shone on her dim eyes. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to ask something, but then closed her mouth hesitantly, as if she didn't dare to touch the topic.
The two looked at each other for more than ten seconds.
"It's me." Su Mingan said suddenly.
"...Huh?" Su Luoluo was stunned for a moment.
"It's me." Su Mingan repeated.
He knew what Su Luoluo wanted to ask, it was just to confirm whether the number one Dream Patroller was him.
Hearing Su Mingan's affirmative answer, Su Luoluo's pupils shrank and his whole body trembled.
Su Mingan thought she would find him strange, but in the end, she smiled.
"Ah...that's great." Su Luoluo said with a smile.
Su Mingan blinked.
"I was originally thinking that the famous No. 1 Dream Patrolman actually fell in love with me, so what should I do? Will I be threatened by him? But it turns out that the No. 1 Dream Patroller is you, Xiao Yunduo. That's really great. Okay." Su Luoluo said: "There will not be any misunderstandings and dangers between us. I can trust you as much as I want, so if it is you, that is really great."
"...Yeah." Su Mingan responded.
"In this way, we can leave this small town quickly." Surolo said.
"Um."
"By the way, I may trouble you again in today's comment section, please." Surolo said.
Su Mingan was surprised that she actually changed the topic.
She didn't ask how he did it or why he wanted to hide it. She was actually just happy because "he was the number one Dream Patroller".
Obviously if Su Wensheng was not an ordinary person, Su Wensheng would have had the power to take her away from this small town from the beginning. As a result, Su Wensheng allowed her to suffer here and lived with her as if he didn't know anything.
She didn't have any complaints or doubts about it, and she didn't even ask.
"Today's comment section may be a little ugly, please," Surolo said.
"Yeah." Su Mingan nodded.
Dream Xun anchors generally entrust others to manage their own comment areas. As the anchor of Entertainment Dream Tour, Su Luoluo will bear a lot of negative emotions every time he broadcasts live. In this case, she can't bear any more pain, so her comment area will be entrusted to Su Wensheng for management.
Su Mingan opened the anchor column of "Please call me Miss Demon King". Today, there were many new comments about Su Luoluo on the Internet. At a glance, he saw a lot of kind comments. Many people are cheering and encouraging Su Luoluo, saying that there must be something special about her to be chosen by the No. 1 Dream Patroller. They wish her to become a powerful Dream Patroller.
Among these blessing comments, some rat-shit comments are irritating.
【What kind of newbie? It must have been operated. 】
[New wine in old bottles, it can’t be her first time as a Dream Tour anchor, it must be some old anchor who is despised by the entire network to open a trumpet. 】
[Her family must be rich enough to give her a ranking, otherwise why would she be chosen by the No. 1 Dream Patroller? 】
[She is an ordinary Dream Patroller, and depending on her age, she is just a student. Where did he get such great ability? Her skills were average and she wasn't calm enough. Why should those veterans and special forces lose to her? By selling? 】
[How much does it cost per night? 】
[With makeup removed, you look like a monster. 】
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Su Mingan clicked the delete button and deleted them one by one. In order to prevent negative emotions from running rampant on the Internet, most anchors delete negative comments on their interfaces.
Every negative comment was extremely piercing, shining into his eyes like a blade. He was still a bystander, and these cold knives did not stab him, but what if Surolo himself saw these comments?
She had done absolutely nothing wrong in this matter.
People will only enjoy the pleasure of blaming others and the satisfaction of verbally crushing public figures.
【delete. 】【delete. 】【delete. 】
"Click" "click", the mouse kept clicking, and the comments full of curse words disappeared into the blank.
Su Luoluo's popularity skyrocketed today, and there were so many comments left. Su Mingan deleted them all after more than ten minutes. As he was doing this work, he felt tired - it was a world where negative emotions could destroy the world, but people were not afraid to vent their worst emotions, as if they did not expect that what they did would make the frontline aliens stronger.
——Maybe they thought about it and also thought about the soldiers who died on the front line.
They have already thought about the people on the far side of the Internet who will cry or even collapse because of their curses.
But too far away from them,
It seems like it has "nothing to do" with them.
"Click," "click," "click."
At this time, when Su Mingan deleted it, he suddenly found that all these negative comments had suddenly disappeared.
It was as if an invisible hand appeared on the screen interface, helping him erase all negative comments.
At this time, a prompt popped up on the computer screen: [You don’t have to do such hard work, Wen Sheng. I'll help you. You want to delete the negative comments, right? I've done it for you. 】
"Who are you?" Su Mingan moved the mouse and found that all the negative comments had indeed been deleted, as if someone was helping him.
[I control the entire world, including the Internet. 】The text on the interface flashes.
"Oh, it's you." Su Mingan was speechless. This god is so pervasive that if you delete a comment, it will appear: "You really like me."
【...Yes, I miss you very much. 】
After this sentence was displayed, the interface on the screen automatically disappeared and the computer returned to normal.
Su Mingan thought about these words of the god. He couldn't help but look sideways at the room next to Su Loluo.
...Who did the god become next to him?
Li Mingyue? Xiao Jingsan? Surolo?
Logically speaking, the person played by a god must make people not think that this person is a god.
Su Mingan's eyes flashed and he put on the Dream Patrol helmet.
The third game, "Girls' Dream Project", is launched.
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This world is a dark place.
Wearing a coat, Mizushima Kawakora came to the black mist alone.
This is the front line of mankind's struggle against the black fog. On one side is the thick black fog that devours life, and on the other is the human outpost. When part of the Dream Patrol game is cleared, the black mist will automatically retreat a large distance, allowing the human army to advance and take back its homeland.
Mizushima Kawa Sora entered the black mist. The headquarters of the old Holy See was in the black mist, and the anti-human elements of the old Holy See had mastered the skills to survive in the dark mist.
Xiao Ying, the deputy leader of the old Holy See, met her. He was a young man with white hair and blue eyes, with a wooden sign hanging on his waist.
"I heard that you really want to find the location of the No. 1 Dream Patrol." Mizushima Kawakora said, "I can take you to find it."
Xiao Ying was startled, then smiled and said: "I am indeed looking for her. Strange traveler, what reward do you want?"
Mizushima Kawakora said: "I want to see your prophecy stone tablet. I heard that the fate of everyone is written on the stone tablet?"
"Okay, follow me." Xiao Ying turned around and walked deeper into the black mist.
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This world, the seaside.
In an isolated fishing village, Old Man Wang is collecting his fishing nets.
Fishing at night is more dangerous. But for the sake of the fat boy who was just born in his family, as an ordinary fisherman, Old Man Wang could only take risks to earn a little more.
He put today's fish back into the bucket and suddenly found some purple-black tentacles mixed in the fishing net.
"...What is this? Do marine fish have such organs?" Old man Wang said to himself, pinching a handful of these tentacles. They were slippery, and he didn't know if they could be eaten.
He drove the boat back to the fishing village. I simply washed my face and fell asleep under the quilt.
The night was dark, and in the early hours of the morning, Old Man Wang suddenly developed a high fever and started talking nonsense.
"Gift, nourishment, fish food...ahhh...lost, swallowing...tentacles..."
The woman on the pillow was shocked and immediately sat up with her child in her arms: "Master, what's wrong with you?"
"Lost, swallowed..."
Old Man Wang suddenly started yelling in the direction of the sea, and even tore his own face off. He looked extremely terrifying. The woman was frightened and rushed out immediately. Within a moment, several big men from the village rushed in and helped tie up the crazy old man Wang.
The white-bearded village chief walked over on crutches and looked at Old Man Wang with a frown: "What's the fuss about?"
"Village chief, I guess Old Man Wang caught a cold while going to sea at night and developed a fever. Call the orphan girl to come and take a look." said the big man on the side.
The village chief nodded. After a while, the villagers came over with a slender girl in their arms. The girl has long pure black hair, a pair of beautiful green eyes like emeralds, and she is holding a medicine basket in her hand. The girl checked Old Man Wang's condition.
"I told you a long time ago that this village is very close to the sea and I want you to move. Although I don't know what dangers there are in the sea, this is obviously a symptom caused by going deep into the sea." The girl said.
"It's hard to leave our homeland, and besides, the gods have sent down an oracle asking us to stay here, how can we leave." People sighed.
"Do you just believe in gods? Don't you think about your own safety?" the girl said.
"Don't talk nonsense! What the Lord God said must be right!" Some villagers scolded her.
The girl shook her head and began to choose herbs.
at this time,
——There was a huge sound of wind and waves coming from the seaside.
"Boom——!" A tentacled monster like a sacred tree appeared on the sea. The huge tentacles flattened the house, and most of the villagers were crushed to death.
The girl was also crushed by the house. After a moment, she climbed up from the rubble.
"Why did you kill them!" Seeing that most of the villagers were dead, the girl roared at the tentacled monster.
"Don't you give up yet? This is my warning to you." The tentacle monster said: "Chaoyan—no matter where you are, as long as you dare to look for him, you will continue to lose and witness death."
"Give up? I haven't seen him yet." The girl said coldly: "The wheel of cause and effect, I vow to cut off my fate."
"Those who disobey the gods are stupid." The tentacled monster smiled noncommittally and sank into the sea.
The girl wiped the blood from her face and stood up.
At this time, she suddenly saw what seemed to be a giant ship on the distant sea, sailing towards the sea carrying waves. There were four figures standing on the deck in the haze.
The navigation lights on the sea cut through the sea breeze like two dim swords.
"Wow---"
She stared at the giant wheel blankly, her eyes flashing.
The sea breeze blew her black hair, and the cross pendant on her chest danced with the wind.
