“Whoa, the realism, the freedom, and the sensation! Does this game let you do that, too?”
“I think I’ve found a secret technique for fighting monsters: the forbidden art, Thousand Years of Death!”
“Run! The people from Xuanmen are all perverts!”
Xuanmen players: “We only want the stuff you’re carrying. How does that make us perverts?”
“Exactly! We just accidentally ripped your clothes while taking your stuff. If you’d handed it over yourself, none of this would’ve happened!”
The people of Tianxuan Continent: “Are you even human? Act like one!”
Xuanmen: “Funny you should say that. We really aren’t human ^O^ So hand it over nicely.”
Lin Feng was waging war across the stars, drenched in blood on the battlefield, when the author suddenly sent him a message. Nobody was voting or commenting. At a single command, three thousand players burst out of the screen.
Lin Feng: “Are you voting or not?”
Three thousand players: “Are you voting or not?”
Lin Feng: “Are you commenting or not?”
Three thousand players: “Are you going to write or not?”
Author: “All right, all right. You’re all handsome and beautiful. Surely you wouldn’t refuse to vote and comment. Fine, fine!”
I hope you will support me a lot and thank you readers!