First Player

Chapter 427 Chapter 425·"The Legendary God"

"..."

Facing Su Lin, a guy with no modern common sense, Su Mingan really wanted to leave.

In fact, this so-called world culture exhibition is not interesting to him.

However, just as he was about to leave, this young man in modern attire, a sweatshirt, jeans and sneakers appeared.

It had only been two days, but when this legendary "god" appeared again, he was actually dressed up to keep up with the times.

I don’t know which clothing matching book Su Lin referred to.

"There is no shadow double. These people pretend to be me because they like me." Su Mingan explained.

"I see." Su Lin nodded, seeming to understand: "Is it a sacrificial ceremony?"

Su Mingan: "?"

...How could Su Lin's thinking jump to such an extent?

"This is a place similar to the Light Temple in Praia." Su Lin said: "Reproduce the achievements of past heroes, or pretend to be God's attendants and hold rallies to inspire those who come after to become The new knights and soul hunters... When I was in Yunshang City, I saw the residents of Praia holding similar ritual activities."

Su Mingan: "..."

Su Mingan: "That's okay if you understand it this way."

"The huge altar has a unique style." Su Lin looked at the stage where "Player One and His Lighthouse Lover" was being performed: "The dances of these people are very unique, much more delicate than Praia's dance... …The fabrics of their clothes are also very unique, and the texture looks much better than the common clothes worn by residents, and it doesn’t look like linen either…”

At this time, the two actors on the stage were singing together, and the story progressed to a plot where the "First Player" and the "Lighthouse" were fighting side by side in the dungeon.

The high-pitched background music sounded, and accompanied by the sound of swords, guns, and swords, the actors playing the monsters fell to the ground in unison. The scene looked extremely weird.

...It really looks no different from a sacrifice.

Su Lin seemed to be still observing carefully. His eyes swept across the face of the host on the side of the stage, and his tone was full of inquiry: "Reenacting the scene of the actor to harvest the power of belief in the hero is such a smart way. And... ...Everyone of you has a precious sound transmission gem, and the material conditions do seem to be good. This music does not seem to be performed artificially. What is the principle... is it remote sound transmission? Or is it energy matching..."

"And." He continued to observe: "The food sold along the way has a lot of troublesome manufacturing processes and cannot fill the stomach. It is really too luxurious. Your world has developed so many kinds of edible food , actually most of them are flashy snacks that only focus on appearance...

By the way, I saw that there is also a drink called "milk tea", which seems to be very popular. I see that almost all the young people have a cup. Does this liquid have any added effects on your body functions? Or can it quickly replenish the body’s daily consumption?

...and your age structure. In this kind of sacrificial place that is supposed to be mainly for middle-aged and elderly people, all I see are young people and children..."

It's like a god descending to inspect the world.

Su Lin observed the scene at the comic exhibition and made outrageous observations that had nothing to do with reality.

Su Mingan already wanted to leave.

He just turned around and wanted to move his legs, but suddenly he heard Su Lin sighing behind him.

The sigh was very slight, not overly heavy, but more of a feeling of sadness.

Su Mingan turned around.

Su Lin had his hands in his pockets and raised his head, observing the colorful light coming from the top of the venue. The light shone on his young face. He seemed to be studying the architectural structure here.

"However, although the material conditions are very good, in my opinion, this world is also very ordinary." Su Lin said.

"Really?" Su Mingan turned around and looked at him: "Isn't this kind of world where there is no war, no direct harm, and superior material conditions what you dream of? These people have rich living conditions and all live very happily. , there are many more smiles on their faces than the residents of Praia.”

Su Lin's gaze slowly slid across the smiling faces of passers-by.

He lowered his head, straightened out his very fashionable sweatshirt with letters, and stuffed the turned-out long sleeves into the sleeves of the sweatshirt, which was a bit laborious.

He seemed to have just adapted to this way of matching clothes, and he hadn't even finished adjusting his sleeves and collar. He even wore a sweatshirt and a white shirt. I don't know what he was thinking.

"Not necessarily." He lowered his head and said: "The souls of people in your world... are too monotonous in my eyes. Almost everyone has a rotten smell. This is too abundant resources, and The spillover results of a life that is too low-pressure. They are... completely different from the people in Praia that I love.”

"Really? Then..." Su Mingan paused.

He suddenly noticed that people gradually began to appear around him.

Perhaps attracted by these two "perfectly reproduced cosplayers", more and more people have taken the initiative to approach here, and they even invite friends to form an encirclement.

"Let's talk somewhere else." Su Mingan immediately put on the demon fox mask.

Su Lin glanced at the passers-by who seemed to be taking pictures of him: "Weird."

He glanced at the group of players who were ready to move, and some even wanted to take a photo with them: "They don't seem to be afraid of me?"

He felt very strange.

The fear of strength and power has almost become the nature of the people of Praia. In the past, when his heir went to Praia, even if he wore a mask, he would always face looks of fear or reverence. No one had ever been so... ...Looking directly at him so boldly and so openly.

However, this group of people did not restrain their joy at all and showed it very clearly, as if they were not afraid that it would cause disaster.

...A world without struggle would produce such naive people?

"No, I think the more important reason is that they think we are both fake..." Su Mingan said simply.

Su Lin is different from him.

He was able to restrain his momentum, but Su Lin had no intention of doing so. Su Lin stood here, like a sparkling high-explosive bomb, sending signals to the people around him at any time, "I am Su Lin, come to me!".

Although people definitely think that this is a very similar cosplayer, over time, some adventure players will inevitably notice something is wrong with the aura.

"These people don't even know basic breath perception, and they still misidentify the strongest person in the world?" Su Lin said to himself: "The vigilance of people in this world is really low to a sad level."

Su Mingan didn't care what Su Lin was talking about and immediately pulled him away from here.

As for Noel and his like who are still playing around, don't worry about them. They can go wherever they like now. The three of them can play together as a group. The focus now is to deal with the dangerous person in front of them.

He quickly pulled Su Lin to a corner without a stall.

Su Lin didn't resist and was pulled over directly. Judging from the difference in strength, Su Mingan couldn't detect the opponent's numerical value.

"How did you find me?" Su Mingan asked.

There were so many cosplayers, many of whom were fake and more real than him. Su Lin actually found them with such certainty.

"I put a tracking method on you." Su Lin said.

Su Mingan heard something was wrong: "Tracking method? Your strength is not cleared?"

He believes that after this kind of NPC becomes a player, its combat power should be reduced.

"It's not emptied, it's just a return to the starting point." Su Lin said: "After leaving Yunshang City, I lost my identity as a god, and all the power belonging to gods and sea monsters was taken away... Of course, this is all because of you."

He was still sorting out his troublesome sleeves, and his eyes as he looked over were rather accusing.

Su Mingan made a preliminary judgment.

In this way, Su Lin's strength is definitely not as outrageous as before. It should be Su Lin's strength when he climbed onto Yunshang City sixty years ago.

He had seen the combat power rankings once before, but Su Lin's name was not on it. It might be that players who joined midway were not counted, otherwise Su Lin's combat power might soar all the way, trampling on the likes of Edward.

But Su Lin's identity is that of a player.

I just don’t know if Su Lin, a player who does not appear on the rankings in the eighth world, will join it as a member of the "top 100 players"...

correct.

Su Mingan suddenly had an idea in his mind.

...If he could deceive Su Lin into his cooperation here, the competition in the Eighth World would definitely go much smoother.

No matter what Su Lin's strength is, his experience and wisdom are first-class. If he becomes his assistant, it should be very helpful for him to pass the level...

"Su Ming'an." Su Lin stared at him and said abruptly: "Are you planning your strategy-style rhetoric again?"

Su Mingan's thoughts were interrupted.

"I almost forgot." He expressed deep regret: "This won't work for you."

If Red Rose hadn't forced a break, he really wouldn't have been able to convince Su Lin with just words.

However, while Su Ming'an was still thinking, Su Lin nodded directly.

"If you want to cooperate with me, I agree." Su Lin said: "In the past two days, I have had a preliminary understanding of the rules of this world and the tasks of your so-called 'players'. According to the information collected, You are the strongest among the 'players', and it will be beneficial to me to cooperate with you."

Su Mingan blinked. He didn't expect Su Lin to agree so easily.

Su Lin stretched out a finger as if to emphasize: "Of course, my only request is that you are not allowed to lie to me, not even a single sentence. I don't trust people who lie to their companions."

"Well, you are right. Guys who lie to their companions are so abominable." Su Mingan said: "For example, sixty years ago, in Yunshang City, the young captain lied to his companions..."

"stop!"

Su Lin's calm expression rarely showed cracks in fluctuations.

He stretched out his hand and pointed his palm at Su Ming'an, as if he wanted to do something, but after realizing the rule that direct attacks were not allowed, he took back the hand that placed the dumb cannon.

At this time, Su Lin realized that the young man in front of him, who was only twenty years old, also knew a lot about him. He had seen all the memory stones he left behind, which meant that he knew all the key information about him.

If he puts on more airs, the number one player might reveal his first love history.

In fact, Su Ming'an was already thinking about whether to expose Su Lin's first love history in person and let this person make a good comeback.

For this kind of person who has been a god for more than sixty years and is not bad in nature, but insists on putting on airs, exposing the other party's dark history is a good choice.

Both sides are at the top of their respective worlds, and no one is more humble.

Even though the person in front of him was Su Lin, who had been a god for more than sixty years and was several generations older than him, Su Mingan had no intention of bowing his head.

He won't back down on this.

In front of him, Su Lin finally arranged his sleeves.

He straightened out his wrinkled sweatshirt and his eyes returned to indifference.

"Then I'm leaving." Su Lin said, "I heard that today is your nineteenth birthday... you are so young."

The end of his words rose slightly, and the meaning of his words was unclear.

Su Lin came here specifically to form an alliance, and his purpose coincided with Su Ming'an's.

"...Goodbye?" Su Mingan waved.

At this time, Noel and others who had been wandering around finally noticed the movement here. They hurriedly put on their masks and rushed over.

"This guy...why is he here..." Lin Yin was shocked.

She immediately recognized Su Lin, who was wearing a sweatshirt and looked like a graduate student who had just come out of the ivory tower.

She knew very well that this seemingly ordinary young man had been revered as a legendary "god" by generations of residents in Praia over the past sixty years.

The way of thinking of gods is completely different from that of ordinary players. The environment, experience, experience and outlook on which they grew up are completely different from the two worlds. The perspectives and standpoints are fundamentally different.

"Now he is considered a teammate." Su Mingan said.

"For the time being, it doesn't count." Su Lin immediately broke the news.

After correcting them, he stopped looking at these people and immediately turned around and left.

Some passers-by holding cameras thought this was a cosplayer and immediately wanted to take pictures, but were scared away by Su Lin's light eyes.

"Su Lin." Su Ming'an called from behind.

Su Lin didn't look back, just put her hands in her pockets.

His figure stood quietly by the door of the venue, ready to step out at any time. His standing posture seemed a bit lonely.

He left the home he loved and was forced to come to this world that was completely foreign to him.

Separated from his lover, the environment suddenly changed, and he was still in an unknown confusion.

However, his pride as a world leader would not allow him to ask for help from others.

"Is something wrong?" he asked calmly.

Su Ming'an also spoke very lightly, pointing to the exposed corner of Su Lin's clothes: "Your shirt is not tucked in."

"..." Su Lin's hand touched the lower edge of the sweater and accurately grabbed the corner of the white shirt that slipped out.

His body froze, he quickly stuffed his shirt in, and quickly moved out of sight of several people.

The pendant sunlight lengthened his appearance, and he swept through the crowd like a gust of wind.

His thin figure gradually disappeared, disappearing into the sea of ​​people.