Creating a Virtual World

Zhao Mingwei was still standing on the interview table at the moment. He didn't really listen to the host's interview, and his answer was very perfunctory.

Now Zhao Mingwei's eyes glanced at the audience in the auditorium, he can feel that the audience seems to ... did not take his retired speech as real, just think that Zhao Mingwei made a small joke after winning.

The host is also deliberately avoiding this topic.

Zhao Mingwei and Junlin still have a three-year contract. If Zhao Mingwei forcibly retires this year, he will face a huge liquidation claim.

These liquidated damages will make him nothing, but Zhao Mingwei is not afraid of these, as long as he has money to go to the Internet cafe.

But the real problem is that it is impossible for Junlin to make Zhao Mingwei retire successfully.

Now that Zhao Mingwei is the most popular player of the Holy Spirit, the money he puts in the hands of King's Land is a cash cow that can shake out gold nuggets.

The glory of Xiaoye really looks like a yoke ...

But Zhao Mingwei couldn't think so much.

"The interview is now temporarily ended, and the next is the Intercontinental ..." The host is planning to end the interview with Zhao Mingwei and directly enter the expedition ceremony of the Intercontinental. At this time, the director informed the host of the expedition ceremony in the headset Need to postpone the message.

This was originally a trivial matter, but Zhao Mingwei keenly saw that there were almost no one in the four professional teams.

If Zhao Mingwei remembered the championship trophy after the promulgation, it should be the expedition ceremony of the Intercontinental, the four major professional teams put a shape on the ring and then stepped down.

But the arrangement changed ... why?

Zhao Mingwei suddenly thought of a horrible possibility. When the host was still asking what the next arrangement was, Zhao Mingwei slipped away from the screen of the director.

He walked quickly down the stage.

"Xiaoye ... where are you going?" Lin Xi still stood beside the trophy and waved to the fans. Seeing Zhao Mingwei was walking under the stage, he immediately lowered his voice and shouted.

He didn't dare go up and grab Zhao Mingwei, because now nearly tens of thousands of spectators are watching on the arena ... not only the spectators on the arena using computers and mobile phones to watch live broadcasts may have gone up to five million!

If Zhao Mingwei messed up on this stage, he would apologize to the people all over the country!

"Take a cell phone."

Zhao Mingwei responded to Lin Xi in a low voice, and walked off the stage alone with Lin Xi's desperate gaze.

I ... I ... TM!

Lin Xi really wanted to rush to grab Zhao Mingwei's collar and punch him, but Zhao Mingwei, a net addicted boy, had no brains, and a punch was useless.

"Ah ... ah ... cai ... The interview is over. Should we go on to change the intercontinental uniform?"

What Lin Xi can do now is to cover Zhao Mingwei's behavior of going off the stage in advance. The only way is to follow Zhao Mingwei.

"Is it over? But the coach is still being interviewed over there."

The new players in the team asked a little puzzled. The reason why Junlin World would avalanche in the previous game was that the members of the team had a big blood exchange. Among the five main players, only Lin Xi and Zhao Mingwei are the old ones Team members, all others are newcomers.

"Yes! When did I lie to you! After work!" Lin Xi really broke this time.

So under Lin Xi's team, a group of newcomers stepped off the stage holding the trophy. The audience seemed to really think that the celebration of the championship was over, and they cheered for it.

Lin Xi, holding the trophy, waved awkwardly to all audiences, and quickly caught up with Zhao Mingwei.

"You used to like talking in interviews! How did you close yourself this time when you won another championship?" Lin Xi lowered her voice and asked Zhao Mingwei.

It is estimated that the management is very dissatisfied with the content of Zhao Mingwei's interview.

"Before? Seven years ago?" Zhao Mingwei asked.

"..."

"Fortunately, the guides themselves are a bit messy. It's the effect of the show. When you return to the lounge, you shouldn't be autistic." Lin Xi carried the trophy and thought about Zhao Mingwei.

The player's passage to the lounge was not too long. Zhao Mingwei directly opened the door of the lounge and walked into it. The management of Junlin World basically waited in the lounge. When he saw Zhao Mingwei coming in, he applauded and sent congratulations .

Zhao Mingwei nodded his head slightly, then came to a sofa and found his backpack.

It is not allowed to bring a mobile phone to the arena. After Zhao Mingwei found the mobile phone in his backpack, he checked the information in the mobile phone.

He soon found the reason for the ceremony of the intercontinental race in the Holy Spirit Guild tearing group.

‘Lao Song, you have too many machines! Give us a few more! ’

‘We have six lord-level monsters in our stronghold. How about you? ’

‘Ten! ’

‘There are more strongholds than we do. ’

‘President Bubble! Lend it to your ice teacher! The fire of our guild cannot go out! ’

'What? Where is your stronghold? Give a coordinate, I have Miss Cat to help me, so I can barely cope. ’

A lord monster appears in the stronghold? Flesh and blood resonance caused the NPC to become a lord monster?

Zhao Mingwei quickly read the historical news in the tearing group, he figured out what happened ...

Until the president of a guild took a screenshot of a dragon roaring to the sky, and the following building had completely turned into a screenshot of the sea of ​​fire, Zhao Mingwei realized that he could not wait any longer.

"Xiao Zhao! There will be group visits after the game, where are you going?" Asked a manager of the club.

"Go to the toilet." Zhao Mingwei said.

"I see players from other clubs running downstairs to the VR experience hall to play the Holy Spirit ... Captain, don't you want to follow along?" Someone suddenly asked in the lounge.

"Holy spirit? Xiao Zhao, didn't I tell you not to play other games during the game? It's just a game! Now go for a group visit immediately after the game." When the manager spoke out loud, someone beside Zhao Mingwei also stopped. he.

It's not just a game ... Zhao Mingwei's mind is now full of Ye Linna's trouble. He has also been thinking about this problem during the more than ten days of competition.

Zhao Mingwei patted the hands of the people next to him directly ... and left the lounge straight.

"Captain, he really just went to the bathroom! I followed him!" Lin Xi quickly followed Zhao Mingwei to reassure the manager.

"Lin Xi, do you remember using your mobile phone when you first landed on the Holy Spirit?" Zhao Mingwei asked.

"Remember, remember ... The app of the Holy Spirit was not uninstalled on my phone, but no one told me no matter what I told, I was afraid I would never use it again as a neurosis." Lin Xi said.

Zhao Mingwei didn't continue to speak anymore, and directly pulled Lin Xi into a player's passage into an unattended storage room.

"Fuck! Do you really want to go online here? What about group visits after the game?" Lin Xi found a plastic box in the storage room and sat down. Zhao Mingwei has now taken out his mobile phone and opened the Holy Spirit app.

"As long as the battle is resolved within 30 minutes ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ Zhao Mingwei pressed the login button of the APP in his hand, and the entire person sat on a plastic box and lost consciousness.

"Mum's mother's mother! Isn't that just playing a game? Do you need to fight like this!"

Lin Xi cursed wildly, because it wasn't Zhao Mingwei who went on this way, but he ... his business value was much smaller than Zhao Mingwei.

However, he still took out his mobile phone to log in to the Holy Spirit. When Lin Xi opened his eyes again, he found himself in a village burned by flames.

What the **** is this place?

Lin Xi suddenly remembered that he secretly went online once before the start of the game and teased a little loli NPC in the beating nuclear base.

Now ... this little loli NPC ... is crying in front of him.

Lin Xi suddenly turned around ... Behind him was a three-meter-tall dragon-shaped creature, and this creature waved the flame-burning claws toward the NPC in front of him.

"Mom's junk game!"

Lin Xi once again scolded and hugged the young NPC to the other side, but was still torn by the claws of that dragon-shaped creature behind him.

Lin Xi was taken for a second ... the whole person became a tombstone of a strong man, and the young NPC he hugged fell to the other side.

Isn't this a guild base? Come on personally!

When Lin Xi was thinking this way, she really came. It was just not the Holy Spirit, but Ye Linna.

"Anyone else alive?"

Ye Linna shouted into the fire, and the dragon-like blame found Ye Linna's existence.

Run away, seeing this scene, Lin Xi only came up with this idea, not to Ye Linna, but to the Dragon Lord.

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