In the Hollevan Wetland, nearly fifty player mages kept using magic to turn the swamp into a rock base, and then into ordinary mud.
Roland was among them. He flicked his fingers to convert the more than two hundred square meters of swamp in front of him into rocky ground, and then back again.
This process only takes about seven seconds, while for other players, it usually takes more than twelve seconds.
It seems that the gap is too big, but the area transferred by other players' mages is generally between 50-100 square meters. If you calculate it carefully, the gap between the two sides is very big.
This group of people has been working here for two days, and a large area of swamp has been turned into ordinary mud.
Roland looked at his blue bar, which had bottomed out a bit, and sat on the ground to rest. He took some fruit wine from his system backpack and drank it.
After drinking, he grabbed the dirt he had just converted and looked at it for a while, feeling a little strange.
"Did you find anything?" O'Neill came from behind and asked.
O'Neal is the leader of this group, and his strength is also good. In terms of transfer efficiency, although it is far less than Roland, it is much better than other players.
"Originally, the swamp here was quite fertile, but after the transformation, the fertility of the soil has dropped significantly, which feels a bit unreasonable."
"Actually, I think it's quite reasonable." O'Neill said with a smile: "From the perspective of mass conservation, the total mass of the swamp should not be compared to the transformed dense mud. What is the extra mass? So? Is the decrease in fertility another form of conservation of mass from a magical perspective?”
Roland nodded: "What you said makes sense."
"So the seemingly unreasonable things in the magical world should actually make sense." O'Neill smiled: "As long as the game is open long enough, we can discover more things that can be used in reality. things used in.”
Roland looked at O'Neill in surprise.
O'Neill raised his eyebrows: "It seems that you have brought some magic ideas into the real world?"
Roland's eyes widened with a frightened expression: "What, can magic concepts be brought to the real world?"
Then Roland patted his thigh and laughed: "You are so funny. How can the things in the game, magic, be brought to the real world? If there really is a mysterious phenomenon on the earth, the country would have mastered it long ago, and it would not be our turn to be here. Let's take a guess, or... can you use magic in reality?"
At the end of the sentence, Roland looked very curious and looked at O'Neill up and down.
O'Neill shrugged: "How is it possible! What even you, the number one mage, can't do, it's even more impossible for a mediocre bastard like me. I just think it's possible."
"Actually, I really want to cast spells in reality." Roland showed a melancholy look: "In the game, I can destroy the world, but in reality, I am just a city man with no power. When I return to reality from the game, I always feel a sense of loss.”
O'Neill patted Roland on the shoulder: "It's okay, I can understand, because I'm the same."
The two then chatted about magic for a while, and then began to transform the swamp.
This work continues until the game servers undergo routine daily shutdowns.
Roland climbed out of the virtual cabin and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"As expected of a highly intelligent man, he has actually begun to doubt that I can cast spells in reality." Roland waved his hand, and two blue mage hands flew out to help him take out the clothes from the cabinet: "Also I don’t know if my acting skills deceived him.”
Roland didn't say anything about his ability to cast spells in reality.
Even his parents, Shu Ke, Li Lin and other gay friends didn't tell him how he could reveal it to someone he didn't know well.
After a routine wash, Roland called Qi Shaoqiu: "Have you seen Jin Wenwen's condition in the past two days?"
"I'm too lazy to care about her." Qi Shaoqiu's extremely unhappy voice came from the phone: "I helped her pay thousands of yuan for emergency and hospitalization fees, and I've already suffered a big loss. I still want to see her, but there's no way. .”
"Then just go and see the money and get it back." Roland joked with a smile.
"Forget it, I'm too lazy to meet her family." Qi Shaoqiu yawned: "If nothing happens, I'll hang up the phone. I know you want to go find her, because you want to ask for the address of the bald man. Go there yourself. Ask, don’t get involved with me.”
"It's Tietou Kung Fu."
Qi Shaoqiu said helplessly: "I don't care what he does... By the way, I made too much breakfast and can't finish it. Come over and eat it. It's your favorite wonton noodles."
"Oh, I'll come."
Roland suddenly wanted to drool when he thought of the wonton noodles made by Xisha.
What she makes is really delicious.
At that moment, I rode my bicycle to the knife arts center to have breakfast. After chatting with Xisha for a while, I rode a shared bicycle to the hospital.
After asking the nurse, she learned that Jin Wenwen had been transferred from the ICU to the general ward, so she went there with the apples she bought on the road.
When we found Jin Wenwen, she was lying in the hospital bed, with a middle-aged woman sitting next to her.
As soon as Roland walked over, Jin Wenwen saw him with a surprised expression.
Roland said hello to the middle-aged woman, then put the apple on the cabinet next to the hospital bed, and said, "It seems that you are fine. You should be discharged from the hospital after a few days of rest."
"Thank you very much." Jin Wenwen had a knife on her body and it was inconvenient to move now. She lay down and said slowly: "Before I passed out, I saw you talking on the phone. It should be Qi Shaoqiu who you notified."
Roland nodded.
At this time, the middle-aged woman next to her said unhappily: "Why are you mentioning that man? You scumbag. Your girlfriend has suffered so much and is so miserable, but you don't even want to take a look. Bah."
Roland said calmly: "Auntie, you are wrong to say that. Qi Shaoqiu is no longer Jin Wenwen's boyfriend. He can carry Jin Wenwen into the ambulance, help her advance the emergency fee, sign the surgery consent form and other things, That’s already enough. I can’t ask for more.”
"Aren't you Xiaowen's friend? How can you help that man speak?" The middle-aged woman looked calm.
Roland sighed: "Qi Shaoqiu and I are just friends, and Jin Wenwen and I are just acquaintances."
The middle-aged woman was a little surprised. She looked at Roland for a while and said, "Aren't you Xiaowen's suitor?"
"no."
The middle-aged woman immediately looked embarrassed.
Jin Wenwen interrupted at this time and said: "Mom, please go out for a while and I will talk to him."
"Okay, if you need anything, just call me."
Jin Wenwen nodded.
After the middle-aged woman left the ward, Jin Wenwen smiled and said, "I'm sorry, my mother has this kind of personality. She speaks more straightforwardly."
Roland was quite surprised that the sarcastic Jin Wenwen actually apologized.
"Don't show such an expression as if you saw an alien." Jin Wenwen laughed softly: "I am a person who almost died once. It is normal to have some realizations and changes."
At this time, Jin Wenwen was three points less heroic, two points more soft, and one point more feminine.
It's not as annoying as it looked before.
"You have time to talk to Qi Shaoqiu. If you are free, come and see me." Jin Wenwen showed some confusion: "I want to talk about the past things. We can talk about many things calmly. , I was wrong, but he is also more or less responsible."
"Okay." Roland nodded: "I'm just helping to convey the message. I can't guarantee whether he will come to see you or not."
"I understand." Seeing Roland's agreement, Jin Wenwen smiled quite casually: "Also, you came to see me this time because you have something to do. After all, you hate me very much. If there was nothing to do, you would never come to see me. of."
Roland said 'hmm': "Actually, I want to know where the father and son who injured you live?"
"You want to learn martial arts from them?"
"I think that iron head skill is quite powerful." Roland made an excuse casually.
You can't talk about the energy group.
Jin Wenwen's eyes widened: "You will become bald if you practice Tietou Gong."
"Well, just for a look, you may not learn Iron Tou Kung Fu." Roland felt some cold sweat on his forehead.
The old man said that Tietou Gong was not the main reason for his baldness. Was he lying
But I was going for the energy mass, not the Iron Tou Gong, so it shouldn't matter... I hope it's not just the Iron Tou Gong that can produce that kind of energy mass.
I am still young and have not yet married a wife. It seems not good to be bald at such a young age.
Looking at Roland's slightly stiff facial expression, Jin Wenwen chuckled twice. This movement of laughter affected the place where the incision was made on her chest. She frowned in pain, but she endured it and said: "Okay, I will too. I'm sleepy. If you have anything to do, go ahead and do your work. When I get better later, I will treat you and Qi Shaoqiu to a big dinner. Thank you both for being willing to lend a helping hand even though you are at odds with me."
This is very emotionally intelligent.
Roland was completely sure that Jin Wenwen seemed really different from before.
He won't be taken away by his soul, right
After getting the address from Jin Wenwen, Roland quickly found the old man on a shared bicycle.
A green brick courtyard house that is very common in rural areas.
The red wooden door opened wide. Roland walked over and saw an old man in the courtyard of the courtyard, riding a horse and slapping himself on the head with a red brick at a very fast speed.
After smashing the red bricks with the left hand, switch to the right hand.
The red brick hit his head and broke immediately. The sound was a bit dull. The brick slag fell to the ground, and a circle of 'gravel layer' was spread out.
There was a pile of bricks in front of the old man. There were about fifty bricks. After a while, the old man smashed all the bricks.
Then he stretched his hands upward, raised them to the top of his head, and then slowly pressed them down, making a closing movement that made the Dantian full of energy.
Roland couldn't help clapping his hands.
Amazing.
The old man turned around and saw that it was Roland, and he was immediately unhappy: "Young man, it's taboo to peek at people practicing... But in today's legal society, I won't hold you accountable, old man."
Roland chuckled and said, "Uncle is so generous, I'm here to learn..."
At this time, Roland looked past the old man, and he suddenly saw that across the fifteen-meter-long yard, there were several invisible masses of energy floating in the hall opposite.
I'm going... I'm right.