Chapter 1162 Heaven Asks Me for Help (Ten)
Ye Cheng returned to the dormitory and without even bothering to brag or chat with his roommates, he quickly climbed onto his bed.
He took out his mobile phone, slid open the interface, and clicked on the chat group.
His chat group is not an ordinary chat group, but a chat group of all heavens.
The group members are not ordinary people, but big guys from various dimensions.
A great man in the Jindan stage in the cultivation plane, a founding emperor in the historical plane, a salted fish in the courtyard of the historical plane, a black technology tycoon in the science fiction plane...
Most of the big guys will lurk, but they will pop up occasionally.
They will talk about things in this plane and share some experiences.
The most important thing is that you can send red envelopes in the chat group.
The red envelopes distributed by the big guys in the heavens are not the 0.01 yuan, but the "specialties" of their respective dimensions.
The Golden Elixir Master would just send out a red envelope, and those who got it would get the Bigu Pill or the Marrow Cleansing Pill.
The red envelopes sent out by His Majesty a certain emperor contain the lowest grade of gold and silver ingots. If he is in a better mood, he will directly give out antiques.
Even though the male protagonist in the most miserable period novel can still give out red envelopes like out-of-print stamps.
“…Slurp!”
Ye Cheng couldn't help drooling just thinking about it.
Of course, he had just obtained this chat group and had just figured out the rules, and had not yet gained any real benefits.
But, this is a golden finger. As long as you are patient, you will always benefit from it.
"Haha! My last name is Ye. Although both my parents are not dead, they divorced right after I was admitted to university!"
Parents offer sacrifices to heaven and their power is boundless.
Although his parents were not dead, they were almost as good as dead.
They divorced and remarried, and all started families of their own.
He, Ye Cheng, is no different from an orphan.
So, the golden finger was received, and Ye Tian’s counterattack life was about to begin.
Suppressing his excitement, Ye Cheng stretched out his trembling hands, gently slid his fingers, and checked the chat group interface.
Uh, no big shot spoke.
Yes, the group members are all big guys.
They are all successful in their respective fields and are very busy.
How could he have so much free time to chat in the group? And the few messages on the interface were all greetings sent by him, a newcomer, who couldn't help but send them one after another.
Ye Cheng knew that he was a newcomer and even more of a younger brother.
His attitude was extremely humble.
He was like the most diligent lackey of the boss, punching in and greeting him every morning, noon and evening.
Normally, he can't get up at 8 am, but he can persist for several days and greet all the big guys in the group early in the morning -
"Good morning, guys!"
"Good afternoon!"
"Good night!"
It has been a week since Ye Cheng got the chat group. Except for the first day when he was surprised, questioning, researching and ecstatic, he did so every day for the remaining six days!
I looked at the time. Hey, it’s afternoon.
Ye Cheng clicked on the input box and started typing: "Good afternoon, everyone!"
The big guys in the chat group: …
This guy is really persistent! The key is that he is also enthusiastic.
The male protagonist in the period novel world couldn’t hold it in anymore and replied with an emoticon that said “Young man has a future”.
Ye Cheng: ...
I finally saw that I was no longer a one-man show in the chat group, and my heart was so excited that it almost jumped out of my throat.
Gulp, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and Ye Cheng began to type.
However, after typing a few words, I felt that they were not appropriate, so I quickly deleted them and typed them again!
This went on for several times before Ye Cheng finally responded with “Kneel down obediently.JPG”.
Seeing that the newcomer was so well behaved, the old man was in a good mood, so he sent a designated red envelope, "The newcomer is very polite, giving a meeting gift, it's not worth much, don't despise it!"
Ye Cheng was so excited that he almost jumped out of the bed.
Meahaha! I knew it!
I knew I could do it! Red envelopes, I finally saw the red envelopes I received.
Ye Cheng didn’t care what was inside. Even if it was just a steamed bun from the 1960s or 1970s, Ye Cheng would be happy.
Because, there is one before there is two.
Today is steamed bread, tomorrow you will receive a stamp with a red mountain and river! The day after tomorrow is a bigu pill...
Slurp!
Ye Cheng couldn't help drooling again.
He suppressed his excitement, stretched out his trembling little hand, and gently opened the red envelope.
Ding! The red envelope is opened, and an icon-sized picture pops up.
There is actually a Yuan Datou in the picture.
Yes, yes, in period literature, there are not only stamps, but also antiques.
Ye Cheng has repeatedly studied the rules of the chat group and knows how to redeem red envelopes.
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
It's very simple, just click on the picture.
However, Ye Cheng once doubted whether this chat group was really that magical.
Can virtual things be turned into real things? Although this is what is written in novels, this is reality.
If you try to take things out of your phone, Newton’s coffin will definitely not be able to hold it down.
"Whether it's true or not, won't you know after trying it?"
Ye Cheng's heart beat faster. His finger was clearly hovering above the phone screen, but it just wouldn't come down.
After thinking for a long time, Ye Cheng finally made up his mind and pressed down hard.
Swish! An invisible energy began to fluctuate.
The chat group's golden finger began to absorb the spiritual power between heaven and earth.
It takes energy to make virtual things concrete.
And energy is conserved.
The golden finger is often given by heaven.
Energy should be provided by the way of heaven.
The Heavenly Dao of the True and False Thousand Gold World: ... Each Heavenly Dao takes care of its own business. Why do you come to my house to steal energy? Unfortunately, a bug appeared in the small world, and the energy of the Heavenly Dao was severely stolen.
The current laws of nature are simply powerless to stop it.
Gu Qingcheng: ...You can't! I can!
Just now, the troublemaker was jumping around in the small dark room, and Gu Qingcheng decided to give it a chance to perform.
Gu Qingcheng then let the troublemaker out.
Huoshui immediately turned on the God's perspective and instantly searched for the location of the third male, Ye Cheng.
Gu Qingcheng locked onto Ye Cheng according to the coordinates provided by Huoshui.
Oh no, to be exact, Gu Qingcheng locked onto the chat group.
Ordinary people cannot see the energy fluctuations of the chat group, but Gu Qingcheng can.
However, under normal circumstances, when the chat group is not chatting, the energy fluctuations are very weak, and it is difficult to capture them.
However, as long as the chat group starts chatting or distributes red envelopes, the energy fluctuations will become larger.
When receiving and redeeming red envelopes, this energy will reach a peak.
Gu Qingcheng captured this moment! Swish! Even though they were thousands of miles apart, Gu Qingcheng still released his mental power quickly and accurately.
"Huh?"
Ye Cheng pointed his finger down, but there was nothing real.
Where is Yuan Datou?
Why not?
Ye Cheng was stunned. He looked at his palm, then at the picture on his phone.
How come this is different from what is written in the novel?
"What the hell! Is this just a scam?"
"Damn, has online fraud evolved to this extent?"
Ye Cheng woke up immediately.
Although there were only a few thousand yuan in his bank card, which was the living expenses given by his parents, this was all his assets.
If he were to be scammed by online fraud, he would really cry to death.
The male protagonist in the chat group instantly became sober and aware of the fraud. What golden fingers, what male protagonist, none of them are as important as the money in the bank card...
(End of this chapter)
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