Chapter 39: The King's Contempt
"I smell the darkness, they can't escape my pursuit!"
If Yi Chun heard correctly, the sound coming from the next hilltop was like this...
Yi Chun: ???
Could it be that there are actually people like him in the Federation?
A strong curiosity began to surge in Yi Chun's heart, and this desire for curiosity even diluted a certain kind of fear in his heart.
So, after calming his breathing, Yi Chun's figure gradually disappeared into the lush bushes.
Feral Skill: Fade!
Yi Chun crawled on the ground and slowly approached the hill.
As a shrubby area, the area between the two hills is occupied by a shrub with some small brown thorns.
Yichun didn't know what it was called, but it was obviously troublesome.
With the effect of passing through the forest, Yi Chun was naturally able to pass through.
But this does not mean that his movements are silent.
Yi Chun didn't want to reveal his whereabouts, even though he now looked like an ordinary orange cat.
Looking around, Yi Chun saw a big tree growing across the steep cliff next to the bushes.
This big tree looks like a banyan tree, but Yi Chun is not sure:
He is a feral druid, not a plant-related druid.
Therefore, the lack of knowledge in this area does not constitute a lack of professional knowledge.
Anyway, it is indeed a very tall and big tree...
Yi Chun wagged his tail and thought so.
He thought that if he stood there he might be able to see what was happening on the other side.
So he ran straight towards that direction.
The ground seemed a little damp, and mud stained his orange feet.
Perhaps it was because he had sweated before, or perhaps the dew brought by the morning mountain fog had not yet dried up.
The environment in the forest on the mountain is always much more humid than that at the foot of the mountain.
The bark of this big tree seemed quite tough, but it could not stop Yi Chun's sharp claws from penetrating it.
Yi Chun climbed up without much effort.
Perhaps because it is on the cliff, the wind in the trees seems a bit strong.
Yi Chun carefully pulled away the branches and leaves on the tree, and the scenery on the other side of the mountain began to come into his sight...
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"Be more solemn. You sound like a rat man in the sewer..."
Ku Wei was adjusting the camera ball and speaking to his companion in front of him who was wearing a black robe.
They are filming offline role-playing videos, a rather niche entertainment activity.
The emergence of virtual technology has completely eliminated this shooting method, which requires a lot of manpower and material resources, from the market.
But there is still a small number of people who stubbornly believe that reality is reality.
Moreover, playing roles that they approve of in reality can also satisfy certain desires in their hearts.
In order to avoid using virtual technology as much as possible, they would even go to various areas to shoot on-site for some scenes.
Therefore, this is also the reason that limits the audience of this hobby.
After all, the cost is really not small...
Just like the robe worn by Ku Wei's companion, it cost thousands of federal coins.
Among them, the biggest expense is to pay the copyright royalties related to the robe...
"No, my friend, I can feel the power in my body boiling with my call..."
Kuei's friend, a man named Minamoto, said so.
Looking at the other party's performance, Ku Wei shook his head.
Compared to the other party's immersed behavior, Ku Wei felt that he was still normal.
He believed that his guardian spirit could prove this.
Looking at the fire elf formed by virtual projection on his shoulder, Ku Wei nodded with satisfaction.
In virtual games, the Guardians of War appear as saints who summon guardian spirits.
He still remembers the small church he visited when he first came into contact with virtual games.
The godfather, with a pious attitude, made him aware of his extraordinaryness and innate destiny.
He chose to bear it, that is a man's choice...
Ku Wei believes that a man’s choice needs to take all factors into consideration.
Whether it is life or death, or virtuality or reality...
"I, Kuwei, am the divine choice..."
Ku Wei fiddled with the photographic ball, or rather a book engraved with obscure words.
That was custom-made by Ku Wei on his personal terminal.
In order to maintain its mystery, the text above is written in a minority language that is no longer used by the ethnic groups of the relevant civilization.
Ku Wei felt that the producers were being too cautious:
In fact, he only needed to use the relevant texts in the West Asia region, and he thought it was cool.
Yes, the spherical photography ball really cannot meet the needs of him as a saint walking on earth.
Of course, this also makes the control of this camera ball extremely troublesome.
"I remember the color adjustment was on the third page..."
Ku Wei couldn't help scratching his head as he looked at the link screen which remained unchanged after he highlighted the button on the book.
He remembered that this was how it should be done, but now something seemed to be wrong.
Ku Wei thought about it and felt that this might be a prank by some devil.
Yes, it has nothing to do with his operating skills...
"My most sincere comrade, I can sense that the aura of darkness is gradually becoming thicker!"
"We need to speed up. I can feel the power in my body gradually disappearing..."
Yuan Zheng suddenly turned his head and looked at Ku Wei and said.
Ku Wei: ...
After thinking for a while, he felt that there seemed to be no solution, so he closed the camera ball and said:
"Speak human language!"
"I'm hungry - can we hurry up!"
Yuan Zheng shrugged. He thought the barbecue in the town was pretty good.
"I'll try my best. I also remember there should be instant chicken drumsticks in the bag."
Ku Wei shook his head. He felt that the other party was a little weak.
But it is normal. After all, not everyone can be as strong as a saint.
At this moment, Ku Wei, who was fiddling with the camera ball, suddenly froze.
As the camera ball continued to swing with his operation, he seemed to see an orange figure flash by.
In the lush green, the orange color is so conspicuous.
So, Ku Wei began to try to restore the operation just now.
As the camera ball swung, he finally saw the source of the orange color:
Not far away, on a big tree next to the bushes, there was a ginger cat looking at him with its golden eyes!
When he touched those golden eyes, Ku Wei's hands couldn't help but tremble.
After all, sudden eye contact without any preparation is really creepy.
After realizing what he had seen, Ku Wei looked at the image on the camera ball again.
He always felt that the orange cat's eyes were a little strange.
Or, familiar?
When Ku Wei zoomed in the camera again and looked into those golden eyes, he understood!
Yes, such a familiar look!
In his past life, he had never lacked that kind of gaze.
That was a look like looking at a mentally retarded person...
