Chapter 3: Hero Invincible
In fact, the guild "One Laugh Autumn Wind" currently has only two members - Maple Leaf and me. Because there are too few people, it may be deleted by the system in a few days. However, I didn't see Maple Leaf being unhappy, she seems to not care about this.
Autumn leaves is a relatively typical RMB player. High-level, all top-notch equipment from head to toe, and the warehouse always has a lot of money that can reach the system limit. I've never seen her lack money before. Actually, I'm not clear about her pursuit in playing games: glory and dreams? Being worshiped or enjoying honor? It seems like it, but also doesn't seem like it. She just does things her own way, logs on occasionally, and then calls me over. And I hurry to run over there, excitedly following behind her doing this and that.
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"Up!" I saw Akiha's body leap up, the Tenkei in her hand drawing a bright, snowy arc in the air that slashed down at an angle onto a dark sorcerer's shoulder. The sorcerer's head burst out with red letters: -170 (Double Damage)! Knockdown! Instant Kill!
At this time, the poisonous shadows of the two wizards behind also hit Akira. I quickly helped her add a true yuan and re-attached the double magic to her knife - I'm an illusionist, not great at fighting, but my strong points are healing and auxiliary skills.
Those two are not ordinary people, they charged at me as soon as they saw the situation wasn't good - that ultimate Boss with Autumn Leaf 1's multiple levels of enhancement dared to withstand their attacks, what a joke! Fighting Autumn Leaf is simply asking for death, dealing with me might still make some sense.
Of course, the coordination between my wife and I is not something to be taken lightly: after sending them each a slash, I turned around and ran in a big circle, autumn leaves flying everywhere, and with a loud "Extinction Slash" I struck down the low-level wizard with a single blow, creating a transparent hole in his body and instantly killing him.
Now only the SB bug is left, and his situation is the same as when he first ambushed us - but the positions of killer and victim have been swapped. We chased after him, shouting and killing, while Boss also didn't stop using ranged attacks to fiercely pound him, watching as his blood rapidly dropped. However, this guy's ability to withstand a beating was really not ordinary - he dodged and weaved while crazily chugging recovery potions and continuously shouted for help, gathering his minions to rescue him. I took one look and got anxious - the SB bug is now the big boss of this area, and if all his underlings from his guild came, we would be squeezed to death. Anyway, he didn't dare counterattack, and there was no need to help Autumn Leaf with her health, so I changed into a different form and charged over, wildly scratching like a shrew - sweat! No choice, this is just how messy a Phantom's battle style is - low attack power, not to mention it's especially ugly. At this time, Autumn Leaf arrived and also didn't say a word before crazily swinging her butcher knife - I feel that she really looked like a pig killer: one two three, three two one, one two three four five six seven...
What time did the B bug get beaten like this? Instantly wailed and fell to the ground. At the moment he fell, a golden ring flew into the air, haha, explosive equipment! Autumn leaves and I cheered in unison, this exquisite ring can't even be obtained by fighting 10 Bosses. This is called heaven rewards those who are diligent, evil people will be punished by evil people!
"Shall we not kill that old lady?" I asked, pointing at the corpse of the king who was bleeding profusely in the distance. The guy had barely escaped from the SB bug's hands and had lost his target, now he was staring blankly in our direction. His blood was almost gone, if we took action, it wouldn't take three minutes to give him a fatal blow.
"Let's go!" Akira said curtly.
When the Dark Guild's henchmen arrived, they just happened to see me and Akane step through the portal. We waved goodbye to them in a friendly manner, reluctant to part ways.
"I'm going down." Akira put on the small, exquisite ring that had just burst in and looked at it with a somewhat dissatisfied expression.
"Don't go, wife, I want to spend more time with you."
"Cut!"
"May I ask you a question?"
"Speak!"
"Are you really a man? I'm just curious, no need to answer if you don't want to." Recalling the ferocious face of Akira when he killed someone earlier, my heart still has lingering fear. "What kind of woman are you? Your judgment is so good." And then she flatters him again.
"Get out!"
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"I'm off. Remember to help me upgrade my phone. And don't let me wait next time!"
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"Also... go to bed early and don't stay up too late..."
This sounds so familiar. Didn't Irene say the same thing? Is it that all women like to say this kind of thing? Thinking that Akira might still be a woman, I feel a bit relieved.
Autumn leaves have fallen and one person is bored playing games. I put two accounts together, automatically hanging up to upgrade with the window minimized. Open ORD to start a day of work.
In fact I am a writer.
Writers, of course, have the work of writers. My job is to sit at home and constantly code, open various web pages, flip through them, copy, paste, and then upload - - - Of course, I also need to frequently visit major forums, splash around, pat bricks, find people to fight, stir up trouble, help with tuning, and mix personal air... In summary, I should be that legendary online writer.
Honestly speaking, the things I write are still pretty good - basically able to achieve high ideals, strong writing skills, witty and interesting language, and profound content; moreover, the direction is correct, politics are mature, thoughts are healthy, and the tone is clear; remembering the eight honors and eight shames, promoting the five virtues and four beauties, both hands grasping tightly, criticizing privatization and revisionism, criticizing Lin Biao and Confucius... in short, those flattering words on the forum's watered-down posts are simply a correct and comprehensive evaluation of my works.
It's just that geniuses are often short-lived, for example Cao Xueqin starved to death. Now I suspect I'll follow in the footsteps of this old master and cry! What a great era! Literature is dead! And so many geniuses have died! Lao She is dead! Mao Dun is dead! Ba Jin is dead! Shen Congwen is dead! Sanmao is dead! Jin Yong... uh, it seems he's still alive.
Literature may be dead, but I'm not going to die with it. So I decided to fight back for my life! From then on, I threw myself into the internet, this era's great melting pot. Now, my long manuscript is being serialized on the famous Chinese original web site - its title is a bit long: "Not erotic: Things that my landlord's daughter and I had to say [For those under 18 (inclusive), please enter with caution]".
So far, the total remuneration I have received for typing codes is RMB 863.50 yuan, which is only enough for three months' rent and a few boxes of instant noodles, so my main income still relies on remittances from home - if this counts as income.
My family lives in a small county town and doesn't have much money. The little savings my parents had were almost all used up by the time I graduated from university. After graduation, I told them that I was looking for work and many good companies begged me to go, but I hadn't made up my mind yet and was still choosing. As the saying goes, "men fear entering the wrong profession, women fear marrying the wrong man." They were very understanding and supportive, but this one choice has taken over a year already.
