newbobooks Chapter 164: Yinyue's Black Moonlight is online
Chapter 164: Yinyue's Black Moonlight is online
After crossing the final red line, Yannian won the first place. The players who bet on Ten Kings were ecstatic, their mouths curled up to the sky, and they began to show off in the community.
The other organizational players are still struggling with who to ally with.
"Silver Wolf Team, who are you allies with?"
"Aren't you from the Black Tower team? Why are you always against us?"
"Bullshit—Aren't you all allies of Team Danheng? Betrayer... I'm not going to be friends with you anymore (grievance)"
"Lao Jing...what's going on, Lao Jing? You've lost even if you don't go to the bathroom this time. I've noticed you're not photogenic anymore."
Chef Jing Yuan regretted it so much that his intestines turned green. Last time he concluded that it was because Jing Yuan had a bad stomach, but this time when he thought about it carefully, it was definitely because he was a traitor.
What is Jing Yuan's strength? He looks wilted every time he appears on camera. Where is the prestige of a god?
New summary: Never choose Jingyuan for activities in the year of the mirror.
Jing Yuanchu: Lao Jing, you have lost our trust. We will not draw you in the next remake, nor will we replenish your constellations (heartbroken). Oh, forget it, you can't speed through the abyss anyway.
Jing Yuan: Wait a minute... I paid for it out of my own pocket and returned it to you all, so don't be angry - after all, I need strength and a plot, and I need power and a personality. If you hit me, I can still fight well under the official industrialization, stereotyped creation, and forced labeling of characters.
Jing Yuan: Don't worry, I will negotiate with the authorities and absorb 1600 Xingqiong for you.
Jing Yuanchu: Wonderful! Lao Jing, we will always follow you.
Renchu: I say, Lao Ren... didn’t I tell you before the game not to keep staring at Lao Heng - you said you (disappointed with iron for not being able to achieve his goal).
Blade: Humph... You won't understand. People have five...
Blade Chef: Shut up.
Blade: Humph.
Yanqing: I’m sorry, I didn’t perform well (guilty), I’m sorry… I’m sorry.
Yan Qingchu: (loving eyes) Oh - it's okay, Lao Yan, you are still growing... (reverse comfort)
Black Tower Chef: Eh, wasn't Black Tower said to be unrivaled in the world? Is this the level of the Intellectual Order Envoy? They were able to compete with Lao Jing, so why didn't they take first place?
Black Tower: You don’t understand, this is also part of the plan. Check your mailbox to see who secretly changed the pool bet for you. Come on, don’t be stingy - praise me.
Black Tower Chef: Ms. Black Tower is unparalleled and unique in the world... (happy)
Seele’s fan: Haha, faster than Bronya, I am worthy of being the woman who will become the Great Guardian, Bronya, abdicate!
Bronya’s fans: So sad, why couldn’t even Seele escape? The Great Guardian is so embarrassed – how can he get hard from behind?
After the competition, the chefs and characters made secret plans. Chef Danheng and Chef Qiong smoked a cigarette in the middle of the night, but they couldn't figure out when they changed allies.
Estache lay in the rich woman's arms, feeling that the years were peaceful and quiet.
The Silver Wolf fan relied on Silver Wolf's hacking skills to rake in 500,000 Star Qiongs, but before he could even smile, his account was banned by the official for a few days.
Yannian returned to his room and browsed the community on his computer with mixed feelings.
Even though I won, I still felt something was wrong.
After browsing the forum, a title caught Yannian's attention.
Speculations about the mechanics of Danheng Yinyue, Fuxuan, and Jingliu, as well as subsequent official changes to the Abyss.
“This character iteration is too fast.”
"I guess after a few more versions... Blade and Yu Mo will no longer have a market among players who favor power."
"Besides...the same life experience sword - they are a little tired of it. If the same trick is used again, the effect will be compromised." Yannian touched his chin, with worry between his brows.
It is becoming increasingly difficult to stand out from this group of competitors.
Modeling, strength, mechanism, and plot are all indispensable.
You know, in order to be lazy, the official will apply industrial modeling.
As for the characters he plays in the plot, he modeled them all himself, and Yannian uniformly increased the number of faces to make his models look more exquisite.
But in terms of strength and mechanism, the official will check and balance him, limiting him to the four-star level.
"The four stars in Yinyue's running pool must stretch their battle line."
"Guarantee is a must." Yannian turned the pen in his hand and began to think about it. Suddenly he remembered something and asked the system.
"System, that Bai Yueguang, will he come to kill me again?"
"Not for now. I've added several more layers of locks to the database." The system hovered beside Yannian's head, and suddenly its tone became heavier.
"Perhaps the dungeon won't be disturbed by him, but if you want to kill the gods... your ability will be reduced then. Hmm - better hurry up and build up your card pool."
"The more the better, and he's popular, so let's get rid of him sooner rather than later."
Yannian's eyes were gloomy. He felt uncomfortable thinking about Bai Yueguang's ever-changing face, even though there was always a smile on the other person's lips.
He hummed softly, but found that the system was still lingering in his mind, with a puzzled look in his eyes.
"System, why are you always hovering over my head?"
The system stared at the mask in silence.
That day, it was the Joyful Star God who intercepted Bai Yueguang.
No one knows what Joyful Star God and Bai Yueguang said behind the scenes.
Joy is such a broad and niche word.
No one can forget that in pursuit of pleasure, the Star God of Joy bestowed all his power on a bug called "Nobles". In the end, when he found that the bug could no longer bring him joy, he completely killed it.
The worm's tragic death was recorded by Elijah Salas.
In the eyes of God... being small is a sin.
If you cannot bring joy to Him.
Then His joy will be your final grave.
"k0047."
"I'm trying to figure out how to take off your mask."
The system lay on Yannian's head and tried to tear off the mask.
But the mask is like a part of Yannian's body, and no matter how the system touches it, it can only penetrate it.
Yannian reached out and grabbed the system, his eyebrows slightly raised.
"Take off the mask?"
"System, what are you talking about now?" Yannian shook his head, his eyes revealing indifference.
"My face is a mask, and it has three functions."
"To deceive others is to conceal one's soul."
“It eventually became a part of me.”
Yannian stood up and looked at the mirror.
He would take a photo every time before going to do a copy.
He would repeatedly tell himself that his name was Yannian.
This is just a game played for revenge.
But now, he doesn't want to look in the mirror. As long as his goal is achieved, it doesn't matter if he loses himself.
In this world, everyone wears a mask.
The environment that a weak individual cannot escape means that he is destined to spend his life in loneliness, entangled in other people's masks, and finally fall asleep with the mask at the moment of death.
Yannian stared at himself in the mirror.
He is waiting.
Waiting for death to destroy his mask.
Waiting for the ashes of annihilation to never rekindle.
Finally, he fell asleep on the cold Xuanwu planet, a planet that had already been devastated and died in the war.
"No, k0047, there really is a mask on your head." The system was speechless, not understanding why Yannian suddenly put it on.
Are you suffering from the hipster syndrome?
It must be because he has played too many roles, a common problem in Hamiyou - quoting famous sayings + high-end vocabulary + pretending + being a riddle man.
Things that can be explained clearly in one sentence must be broken down into four sentences.
"I know what I mean, system, don't say anymore."
Yannian held his forehead, looking dazed, and began to recite famous quotes from great writers, lamenting the fickleness of fate.
System: “——I’m serious.”
Ignoring the system, Yannian was gloomy for a while, then opened his panel and stared at Yinyue's copy.
"Let's go, it's time to start the Moon Drinking dungeon and accumulate heat."
“Return to the players’ horizons and dominate the abyss.”
Yannian clicked to enter the copy. After a moment of dizziness, he opened his eyes and found himself lying on his back on a chair. The sunlight shone through the carved wooden window onto the desk, and a cup of milk was steaming.
Books were stacked up and the air was filled with the fragrance of ink. A young man with pink hair and pink eyes sat in front, holding a wolf-hair brush, and the tip of the brush moved across the rice paper. Seeing Yannian sit up, he sniffed his nose.
"woke up?"
"It's quite early this time. Let's drink the milk and go teach Danfeng."
"Boss, you made him copy it a hundred times yesterday... Tsk tsk, and you even punished him physically. You're the only one in the entire Chi Ming sect who dares to do that."
"Fortunately, Dan Feng hasn't completely dreamed of the past of the Dragon Lords. Boss, Master Dan Yulong asked you to be more restrained in public."
The pink-haired girl kept chattering, as if she was a born chatterbox.
Yannian was silent, without looking at his own message, and asked first.
"Is he in Dandingsi?"
Pink Hair was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter, "Boss, come on, even if the power isn't fully awakened, you can still hurt it."
"--But I hope you can put him in the Danding Division. After all, he's a bastard who doesn't keep his promise."
"Heh...We haven't temporarily stripped him of his power yet."