Chapter 7: It’s sad, why is the New Year holiday so short?
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Players of Shenjuan 2.0 have always played wildly. They wrote such stories as "Red Rose, White Rose, He Who Lies Likes Dogs Wants Them All", "I Traveled All Over Shenjuan Continent With You, You Don't Really Think I Like Playing Games", and "Help, I Bought a Face-Pickling Data and Met the Real Person".
From the chaotic battle of the Nine Dragons and Nine Whips, to the vixen who secretly meets at night to see who is whose mistress, to the left to talk about the goddess I have licked for three years is a man, to the right to help me, the pervert I met in the game is really a pervert. "God's Favor 2.0" has everything, and the forum battles are endless.
As a former veteran NPC surfer, I thought my destiny was to become a popular male god with my looks and status after appearing in the game plot, and to lead the trend of COS accounts.
Since then, there have been countless dream girls and fan girls, either busy in someone's bed or on the way to someone's bed. When he/she opens the quilt with red eyes to catch the god in bed, we who are smiling silly at the luminous hourglass in the quilt look up blankly, and then ask kindly, "Brother, do you want to watch it too?"
Of course, this is a joke. Hahahaha, no one would really believe or read such a post, right?
Most people do not believe that there can be pure feelings between gods, and even less do they believe that there can be pure feelings between gods and humans.
On this dark and windy night, while I was checking the hooves of a deer that had accidentally fallen, I said earnestly, "Do you know that if a third person finds out what happened tonight, you and I will be in danger?"
The deer looked at me blankly, its eyes revealing a clear, stupid look. I took the opportunity to remove the sharp stone stuck in its body with a click in its silent stiffness.
"You don't understand. In the eyes of those players, humans are dangerous to each other, not to mention that you are a handsome deer who came to visit late at night. When you go out, you must protect yourself."
Human affairs are already complicated, let alone adding non-human things.
The deer's hooves trembled, and it stepped silently on the ground, and with a swish, it was far away from me. I dropped the stone, and before I could call it back, the deer had already disappeared into the jungle in panic.
I sighed softly at this. The psychological endurance of young people today is really not good enough.
Back when I was in the Kingdom of God, even if I had nothing to do, I would read the player's famous quotes to the bearded man with deep emotion: "I saw the bearded man's tiger body shaking, his chest swinging, and his breasts swaying in all directions! What a strong, deep-featured, exotic beauty!"
He could always reply, "It's better for you to be a delicate woman who keeps you in the kingdom of God, waiting for your dead husband day and night."
For a while, all the contacts outside the divine world blocked my messages. There was nothing I could do. An NPC who didn't have to go to work was just so bored, free, and happy.
When I see someone send me a message saying good morning, I can't help but think: "Good morning, I was just about to go to bed, but I have to go to work today?"
I missed the past happiness with melancholy until the night wind made me feel cold all over. Thinking of the deer that turned around and ran away, I could not help but sigh.
I can only say that the deer was ungrateful and just left me there. It was so shameful!
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Just as I was about to climb the tree and go back to sleep, I heard rustling sounds in the bushes again.
I took three seconds to think whether I should look back, and then turned around decisively.
Unexpectedly, the deer that appeared in front of him was not the returning deer.
The moonlight shone on the long silver hair, reflecting a dreamlike glow. In the hazy night mist, the perfect face seemed a little unrealistic.
The elf seemed to have just returned from the wild, with dew on his body. He didn't seem to expect someone to be here, and after a moment of hesitation, he quickly hid the thing in his hand.
His emerald starstone eyes stared at me, and he frowned slightly, as if he wanted to say something.
At this moment, I have already adopted the attitude I would use to treat my boss and prepared at least ninety-nine answers to his questions.
But the elf didn't ask anything. He just stared at me for a while. He subconsciously raised his hand, then put it down again. After searching for a while, he took out a cloak from his storage ring and threw it to me from a distance.
"Put it on. It's new."
The cloak was made of the finest animal skin, with the emblem of the forest goddess embroidered on the corners, but it didn't have the slightest smell of vegetation. After realizing this, the cloak in my hand suddenly felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.
You may not know how incredible this is for the elves. It is like looking for a needle in a haystack, looking for flowers in the fog, or looking for a gold coin in a mountain of gold. Telling it to others will make all the elves despise it.
How can the clothes blessed by the forest goddess not have the scent of flowers? This is like the dark believers not wearing black robes, and the son of light not having blond hair and blue eyes. In people's stereotype, the god of death does not hold a sickle, so how can he prove his identity?
The details, so many details.
I swallowed and used the honorific title solemnly: "Did you prepare this specially for me?"
The silver-haired elf had a sluggish expression on his face, and his tone was inexplicably dangerous: "On purpose?"
I changed the topic smoothly: "Just by chance! Just happened to meet you outside, just happened to see me, just happened to prepare a cloak that won't make me sick and doesn't have any smell of flowers or plants... Your Highness, your druid form is not a deer, right?"
It is really hard not to associate this with something, especially after reading some literature about red eyes pinching waists during the day, and turning into cats, dogs, and lions soaked by rain at night.
I have never really understood why players like to read literature in which they can never find out that the animal they just adopted belongs to someone else.
Please! When your pet is injured, you bandage the corresponding area, once, twice, three times, four times, and you can't tell the difference?
Odysseus looked at me speechlessly and said, "My main job is a ranger, and my secondary job is a priest."
That's no problem.
Priest, ranger, and druid are the three main professions of the elves.
According to the career setting of "God's Favor 2.0", a character can have several life skills, but can only have one main combat job and one auxiliary combat job.
For example, my main combat job is a mage and my secondary job is an assassin.
For example, since Odysseus already has two professions, he can no longer learn Druid.
Among the three main professions of elves, only druids can transform into animals.
I put on the cloak with peace of mind. This one should be what Odysseus asked for in his own name. It is quite large. Compared with it, this body can only be described as short arms and legs.
After my repeated efforts, the cloak not only became a bulging ball, but the excess part also fell to the ground.
The elf looked at me expressionlessly as I tried to hold up my cloak, but ended up getting more and more dirty with my hands. Then his stern expression slowly changed.
After I stepped on the corner of his cloak and almost fell down, he sighed deeply, as if he had been tired for a hundred years.
Then, Odysseus walked in front of me. Generally speaking, elves always give people a slender and tall feeling. Compared with this body, Odysseus is already tall enough.
When he knelt on one knee, people could just see his soft silver-white eyelashes drooping down, reflecting his emerald green pupils, like a misty lake in the forest.
He helped me straighten the corners of my cloak and folded the edges skillfully. The plants on the ground had beautiful little flowers. Odysseus picked a few of them from the branches and cleverly pinned them to the edge of his cloak.
"We pray to the goddess of the forest to grant us peace and life. Please make the plants flourish and not suffer from bending..."
The magic spread along with the spell, causing the flowers to grow and entwine, and finally fixed the cloak in the right place. Odysseus did not stand up, just looked at me at eye level.
"Don't fall. Be careful."
Just look at this action and listen to these words, who can't help but praise him as a great man who is so good that it is shocking!
I was very touched and said without hesitation: "Don't worry, you are a good person, I will never expose the fact that you secretly watched 18X at night!"
As soon as I said this, I knew something bad was going to happen.
The elf in front of him opened his eyes wide, and his fair earlobes were instantly stained with a hint of red, which then quickly spread to his neck and cheeks. It contrasted with his long silver hair, making him look like a red glow on the horizon.
It was a very appetizing, slender and beautiful thing. I thought to myself that it was a good thing that the players didn't see it, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.
But things ahead seem to be worse.
Odysseus looked at me in disbelief, and his tone was raised a degree: "I didn't!"
I quickly comforted him: "Okay, okay, you didn't."
"I really didn't!"
"Okay, okay, I believe it. I believe it."
"……real!"
The elf looked like she wanted to say something but couldn't. The corners of her eyes were red and her emerald green eyes were misty, as if she was about to cry.
He quickly realized something from my expression. Odysseus took a deep breath and calmed down his emotions with a stern face.
"Don't tell anyone. I'm not crying. I just get excited and act like this."
I tried to comfort her: "I understand, I understand, it's because I have a tear incontinence constitution."
A must-have material for players, who can't stop crying when excited. This physique often appears in various indescribable works. When you put on the face of an elf, the experience is at least doubled.
"Don't think about that mess."
I don’t know what Odysseus was thinking about. His already serious expression became even colder, as if he were an iceberg and snow valley that had not melted for thousands of years.
When I heard this, I looked at him with a strange look in my eyes. What does it mean to be so blatant as to make one's confession more obvious? He even said that he had not seen it. Look, how can this be said that he had not seen the book drawn by the players?
"…I'm leaving now. You should have a good rest."
Odysseus realized that he had said something wrong, and turned stiffly to leave. After taking two steps, he suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at me with a frown.
"No, how do you know the word tear incontinence?"
I was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized something.
Not every NPC has the right to enter the player forum, only high-level intelligent NPCs can read the content. As an ordinary child who was picked up, how could I know these player terms?
At this moment, under the scrutiny of Odysseus.
I was really sweating a lot.
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