The Boss Behind The Game

Players travel across the world, complete the wish of the wisher, and collect special soul power. At the same time, there are always some sand sculpture missions that explode their mentality.

In the forum, enthusiastic players have sorted out a series of sand sculpture wishes at the current stage and are preparing to organize them into a volume. It is used to warn players who are running outside and remind them that they can selectively give up some sand sculpture missions.

During this period, the efficient players have completed 2-3 transactions, while the bitter players are still making the first transaction, and even some of the first transactions have not yet begun.

Gozi, for example, is gone forever on the road of street writers.

The first time I went out to do business, I didn't want to give up this transaction, even if it was difficult.

Although this task does not require killing, the difficulty factor has been ranked first in the forum.

In order to take away the soul of this street writer, Gouzi has been completely enchanted.

My head is full of updates, and the codeword can't stop at all.

He even vowed from the bottom of his heart that he wouldn't leave if he didn't code a shocking work ...

The author's fate and soul, he's set!

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As the dog ran on the road of code word testimony, his boss's ancient saying also received his first equivalent transaction task at this time ...

Ella World, polar icy region.

It is snowy all year round and the temperature is extremely low, and almost no living thing can survive here for a long time.

However, in the depths of such an environment, there is a large-scale city, and all the buildings inside are made of ice.

At this time tens of thousands of people in black robes shivered in the extreme cold, but instead of hiding in the building, they worshiped around an altar.

They were not creatures born in this extremely cold world, but were forced to enter here, and then established the city.

However, this ice and snow world does not have any resources they need. Food is scarce every day, and the people are declining ... If they continue to do so, they will certainly not survive for months.

But getting them out of this extremely cold world is even more self-dead.

Because the outside world has long been occupied by "monsters" and "dead monsters", the war between the two gods has spread their world, and disasters have swept the earth.

They were originally believers in one of the gods' "Kind Heart" camp.

Worship the gods of the Heart Camp daily, hoping to be blessed by them.

However, after the battle of the gods began, they not only were not protected, they became victims.

In addition to the battle of the top gods, the gods of both sides have summoned a large number of undead creatures in this world, and launched an impact on the opponent's realm.

The undead creatures of the Kexin faction are collectively referred to as "monsters."

The undead creature summoned by the other **** camp "Mansha" is "dead monster".

The battle between the two deities' camps is extremely fierce, and the consumption is even greater, so these dark deities are staring at their followers, trying to gain strength from them.

At the same time that this idea appeared, the gods on both sides did not hesitate to win, and arrested a large number of believers as sacrifices and sacrifices, and turned them into a part of their own power.

At the moment of the war, there are very few remaining creatures in this world, but the gods still have no pity and are still directing the "monsters" and "dead monsters" to capture the remaining believers.

The tens of thousands of believers who established the city in the ice and snow world escaped from the disaster.

Although the temperature poles here can survive, they can not support them for long without any supply.

At this moment, they worshiped the gods of the "Kin heart" camp in front of the altar, in an attempt to obtain the god's forgiveness and spare their lives.

In the extreme cold, their cheeks were frozen into a sauce of purple, but they did not stop praying.

This is their only hope.

Although they worshipped the gods they worshiped, they could not resist and could only ask for forgiveness.

"Hmm! Hmm! Hmm!"

Just then, the bell rang suddenly in the city.

Hearing this voice, a look of horror appeared on the faces of all worshippers.

Because they knew that the monster was coming, and the bell was sounding when the guards watching on the gate tower of the city gate hit the alarm bell.

At this moment they did not run away, because there was no retreat.

I can only lower my head and continue to pray with a begging expression, hoping that those gods who want to sacrifice them at the last moment can forgive them.

But for the gods, their lives are nothing more than chips for defeating the gods of the enemy camp.

At this moment, the monster army came to the gate with the heavy snow, and began to attack the city.

The remaining guards had no resistance in the face of this force, and the city gate bid farewell in a short time.

The killing began.

However, at this moment, in a building in the city, a teenager clenched his hands and drew a matrix on the ground with blood. Then he folded his hands and knelt down and mumbled in the mouth.

And beside him, there is also a book, which records several methods to build the altar. The easiest way is to use his own blood to describe the array.

Following the above, he kept praying, trying to connect with the gods behind the altar described in the book.

He didn't have any confidence as to whether this method was actually useful.

Because this method of prayer has been circulating in this world for at least hundreds of thousands of years, many people have tried to pray according to the above content during this period, but none of them succeeded. Therefore, it is basically certain that this method of prayer is fabricated and totally unreliable.

Otherwise hundreds of thousands of years, why haven't any gods come to satisfy the wishes of those who pray.

But even if he knew it wasn't feasible, the boy kept mumbling and wanted to try something. His frosty hands were tightly held at the moment, and he could see the tension in his heart.

While waiting, he heard the screams outside, and could not help turning his head to look at his mother who was very weak in bed, then closed her eyes again and continued to mumble.

At this moment, the door of the room was opened, the ice was splashing, and the ugly monster smelled like a foul smell. He was staring at him with empty eyes, then lifted the black blade in his hand and rushed.

The teenager's inner fear left his mind blank, he knew it was over and everything was over.

Even if I escaped here, I couldn't escape the fate of being killed and becoming a sacrifice.

But at this moment, the matrix under his knee exudes a **** streamer, and then a figure appeared in front of him.

The man was very handsome, with a scarlet mark on his forehead, and a cloak embroidered with the word "Sky Demon" on his body. He was watching him quietly at this moment.

"Soul quality 4.8, oh, pick up treasure!" After analyzing the ancient quality of the juvenile, he sighed.

Immediately he set his sights on the monster that was screaming.

"Miscellaneous fish!" Between his mouth, the power of blood and blood in the ancient saying swept forward, and the demon suddenly turned into powder and splashed.

"Young man, say your wish!" Looking at the teenager in horror, the old saying squatted down and laughed.

"You ... Are you the **** behind the altar?" A look of expectation emerged from the young man's eyes.

"Forget it, say what you wish, but at the cost of your soul I want it!"

"Save my mother, save my people!" The young man heard that he took a step backwards, and immediately fell on his knees, the old saying of "咚咚咚".

Seeing this scene, the old saying hurt.

In fact, for equivalent transactions, teenagers don't need to pose in such a way to talk to themselves, just say their wishes.

It was so embarrassing to him now.

After all, his identity this time is not a good man, but he wants to take away the soul.

"Okay, say your wish, weigh the equivalent!" The old saying frowned.

"I hope you can save my mother. She is very ill now. I also hope you can save my people from being attacked by monsters!" The teenager continued to scratch his head, and said reverently.

The old saying did not answer this time, the demon mark suddenly appeared on the forehead, and the scale immediately appeared.

In weighing, what surprised the old saying is that the quality of the young soul was obviously too heavy, but the desire was lighter.

In other words, equivalent transactions are not valid!

This can't help but make the old saying a bit stunned. After thinking about it, I still say:

"That ... what else do you want, say it all!"

The teenager heard that, his face blanked.

In his impression, the gods are harsh and proud beings, and there is no possibility of discussing with mortals at all. Being able to promise is a kind of charity.

But the old saying subverted his knowledge of the gods.

"Great god, I no longer want others, I just hope that you can meet my two requirements, and I am willing to serve my soul!" The young boy worshipped sincerely on the ground and said again.

The old saying was suddenly speechless.

Brother, I can't do business like you!

"Think of a few wishes just as quickly as possible, the harder it is to achieve the better!" The ancient saying glared immediately.

The teenager was startled, and then shouted:

"I wish I could be a great demon, even for a few seconds, because this is the greatest expectation of my dead father!"

At this moment, the scale with the data aspiration information slowly floats, but the tilt is still very serious, and it has not reached the equilibrium point.

"go on!"

"I hope my mother will never get sick again ..."

"I hope my dead father can survive ..."

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With the youth's constant desire to speak incoherently, Libra finally reached a micro-balance point.

With the flash of the demon head, the contract was established at this moment.

There is no nonsense in the old saying, a wave of blood power poured into the body of the teenage mother, and then he slowly walked out of the igloo.

At this moment, the power of Pemba's blood in the ancient sayings overflowed ~ www.readwn.com ~ turned into a large **** net to cover the city, and all the monsters inside were locked by the power of blood at this moment and burst apart .

"Roar, who dares to move the demon soldier!" Then the sky blew a roar, and then a huge body slowly descended, floating above the city.

With the coming of this figure, all the believers in the city fell to their knees in horror and began to worship the demon.

Seeing this scene, the old saying could not help pouting.

In the late period of the ghost emperor, how could he have the courage to call himself a demon.

If you are a demon, what am I!

Thinking of this, the archaic figure rises in the air, with the **** forehead of the forehead blooming, and the ghost of the evil **** emerges behind.

"Roar!" The evil **** roared, and the most extreme evil swept forward.

At this moment, the expression of the demon **** that came has changed from a momentary moment to a panic.