“…”

Facing Su Lin, a guy who has no modern common sense, Su Mingan really wants to leave.

In fact, this so-called World Culture Exhibition is nothing good to him.

However, as soon as he was thinking about leaving, this young man in a modern outfit, sweatshirt, jeans and sneakers appeared.

It only took two days to complete the battle. When this legendary "god" appeared again, he was dressed so well that he could keep up with the times.

I don’t know which clothing matching book Su Lin is referring to.

"There are no shadow substitutes. These people pretend to be me because they like me." Su Mingan explained.

"So that's it." Su Lin nodded, as if he understood: "Is the sacrificial ceremony?"

Su Ming'an: "?"

...How could Su Lin's thinking jump to this level?

"This is a place similar to Playa's Church of Light." Su Lin said: "Reproduce the achievements of past heroes, or pretend to be a servant of the gods, and hold a gathering to inspire the later generations to become the new knight and soul hunter... When I was in the Cloud City, I saw Playa residents holding similar rituals."

Su Ming'an: "..."

Su Mingan: "You can understand this way."

"That huge altar has a unique style." Su Lin looked at the stage where the first player and his lighthouse lover were performing: "The dances of these people are very unique, much more delicate than Playa's dance... Their clothes and fabrics are also very unique, and the texture looks much better than the cloth clothes worn by the residents, and they don't look like mahjong..."

At this time, the two actors on the stage were singing and reunion, and the story went on a plot where "The First Player" and "The Lighthouse" fought side by side in the dungeon.

The high background music sounded, accompanied by the sound of swords, guns and swords, the actors who played the dungeons fell to the ground one after another, and the scene looked very strange.

...It seems like it is no different from a sacrifice.

Su Lin seemed to be still observing carefully. His eyes swept across the face of the host on the side of the stage, and his tone was explored: "It's such a smart way to reappear the power of faith in heroes by reappearing the scene of the actor. Moreover... there is only one of you who have one of the precious sound transmission gems, and the material conditions really look good. This music does not seem to be played manually. What is the principle... Is it remote sound transmission? Or energy fit..."

"And," he continued to observe: "The selling of food along the way has actually caused many manufacturing processes and cannot fill the stomach. It is really too luxurious. Your world has developed so many foods that can be eaten, but most of them only focus on appearance, flashy snacks...

By the way, I saw that there was also a drink called "Milk Tea", which seemed very popular. I saw that almost every young person had a cup. Does this liquid have any bonus to your body functions? Or can it quickly replenish the body's consumption for a day?

...And your age structure. In this kind of sacrificial place that should be dominated by middle-aged and elderly people, all I see are young people and children..."

It's like a god descending to earth and inspecting the world.

Su Lin watched the scene of the comic exhibition and spoke about the outrageous observation results that were completely unrelated to reality.

Su Mingan already wants to leave.

He had just turned around and wanted to step away, but suddenly he heard Su Lin sigh behind him.

The sigh was very light, not too heavy, but more sad.

Su Mingan turned around.

Su Lin was putting his hands in his pockets, raising his head, observing the colorful light shining from the top of the venue. The light shone on his young face. He seemed to be studying the architectural structure here.

"However, although the material conditions are very good, in my opinion, the world is also very ordinary," said Su Lin.

"Is that true?" Su Mingan turned around and looked at him: "Isn't this world without war, prohibiting direct harm, and superior material conditions, you dream of? These people have rich living conditions and are all very happy. There are much more smiles on their faces than those of the residents of Playa."

Su Lin's gaze slowly slid across the smiling faces of passers-by.

He lowered his head, took care of his very fashionable letter sweatshirt, and stuffed the long sleeves he turned out into the sweatshirt sleeves, making his movements a little difficult.

He seemed to have just adapted to the way of matching this kind of clothing, and he didn't even have his sleeves and collar in order. He even wore a sweatshirt with a white shirt. I don't know what he thought.

"Not necessarily." He said with his head down: "The souls of the people in your world... are too monotonous in my eyes, and almost everyone has a smell of decay. This is a spillover result of overabundance of resources and overly low-pressure life. They are... completely different from the people of Playa, whom I love."

"Is that so? Then..." Su Mingan's voice stopped.

He suddenly noticed that people who stopped were gradually appearing around him.

Perhaps they were attracted by their two "simply perfectly restored cosers", and more and more people were actively approaching here, and they even called on friends to attract their companions to form a siege.

"Talk a different place." Su Mingan immediately put on the demon fox mask.

Su Lin glanced at the passerby who seemed to be taking pictures at him: "Strange."

He glanced at the players who were ready to move, and even wanted to take a photo with someone: "They don't seem to be afraid of me?"

He felt very novel.

The fear of power and power has almost become the nature of the Playa people. In the past, his heirs went to Playa, even if they wore a mask, they faced fear or reverent eyes. No one had ever looked at him so boldly and so explicitly.

However, this group of people had no restraint at all and was exposed very clearly, as if they were not afraid of causing disaster.

...A world without struggle, are the people trained so naive?

"No, I think, the more important reason is that they think we are both fake..." Su Mingan said briefly.

Su Lin is different from him.

He was able to restrain his momentum, but Su Lin had no intention of this at all. Su Lin stood here like a sparkling high-explosive bomb, as if he was sending signals to people around him at any time, "I am Su Lin, come and find me!"

Although people must think this is a very similar coser, over time, adventurers will inevitably notice something wrong with the momentum.

"These people don't even know the basic breath, and they will misunderstand the strongest person in the world?" Su Lin said to himself: "The vigilance of people in this world is really low to a sad level."

Su Mingan ignored what Su Lin was talking nonsense and immediately pulled him away.

As for the people who are still playing around, there is no need to worry about it. Wherever they like to go now, the three of them can go together to play. The key is to deal with the dangerous person in front of them now.

He quickly pulled Su Lin to a corner without a stall.

Su Lin did not resist and was pulled over directly. In terms of strength difference, Su Mingan could not detect the opponent's value.

"How did you find me?" Su Mingan asked.

There are so many cosplayers, including those who are more real than him, and Su Lin actually came here with such certainty.

"I put a tracking French on you," said Su Lin.

Su Mingan heard something wrong: "Stalking French? Your strength has not been cleared?"

He thought that after becoming a player, the combat power of this kind of NPC should be reduced.

"Not cleared, just returned to the origin." Su Lin said: "Leaving Yun Shangcheng, I lost my identity as a god, and all the powers belonging to gods and sirens were taken away... Of course, these are all because of you."

He was still tidying up his difficult sleeves, and his eyes looked over and there was a sense of accusation.

Su Mingan made a preliminary judgment.

In this way, Su Lin's strength is definitely not as outrageous as before. It should be Su Lin himself when he climbed to Yunshang City sixty years ago.

He had seen the combat power rankings before, and there was no name on Su Lin. It might be that there were no such players who joined the game in the middle, otherwise Su Lin's combat power might have surged all the way, trampling Edward and others under his feet.

But Su Lin's identity is a player.

I just don’t know if Su Lin, a player who did not appear on the rankings in the eighth world, will join it as one of the “top 100 players”…

By the way.

Su Mingan's mind suddenly appeared.

...If he could trick Su Lin into his cooperation scope here, the competition in the Eighth World would definitely be much smoother.

No matter what Su Lin's strength is, his experience and wisdom are first-class. If he is his help, it should be very helpful for his passing...

"Su Mingan." Su Lin stared at him and suddenly said, "Are you brewing your strategy-style remarks again?"

Su Mingan's thoughts were interrupted.

"I almost forgot." He expressed deep regret: "This set doesn't work for you."

If Red Rose hadn't forced a breakthrough at that time, he wouldn't have been able to convince Su Lin just by talking.

However, just as Su Mingan was still thinking, Su Lin nodded directly.

"If you want to come and cooperate with me, I agree." Su Lin said: "I have already learned a preliminary understanding of the rules of this world in the past two days and the so-called 'player' tasks. According to the information collected, you are the strongest among 'players'. It is beneficial for me to cooperate with you."

Su Mingan blinked, he didn't expect Su Lin to agree so easily.

Su Lin stretched out a finger, as if emphasizing: "Of course, my only requirement is that you must not lie to me, nothing can do. I don't trust the guy who will lie to my companions."

"Well, you are right. It's so hateful for the guy who lied to his companions." Su Mingan said: "For example, sixty years ago, in Yunshangcheng, the young captain who lied to his companions..."

"stop!"

Su Lin's expression was rarely fluctuating and cracks.

He stretched out his hand and aimed his palm at Su Mingan, as if he wanted to do something, but after realizing the rule that he would not be allowed to attack directly, he took back his hand that had a squin.

At this time, Su Lin realized that the young man in front of him, who was only twenty years old, had a deep understanding of him. The other party read the stone of memory he left behind, which was equivalent to knowing all his key information.

If you put on airs, this first player may dig out all his first love history.

In fact, Su Mingan was already thinking about whether to expose Su Lin’s first love history in person and let this person make a good decision.

For such a person who has been a god for more than 60 years, who is not bad by nature but insists on putting on airs, exposing the other party's dark history is a good choice.

Both sides are existences standing at the top of their respective worlds, and no one is more humble.

Even if Su Lin, who has been a god for more than 60 years, and who has been several generations older, Su Mingan has no intention of bowing his head.

In this regard, he will not give in.
To be continued...