Chapter 448 Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 448 Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 448 Equivalent Exchange
At this moment, Xiao Yan's emotions are broken. What evil did he do, and he has to face it.
In this game world, he doesn't know the time, nor what's going on outside.
Could it be that Nalan Yanran, his daughter Jiajia, and his parents thought he was dead?
Think of these.
Xiao Yan's mood was very dark, and it felt like the dark clouds in his heart would never let go.
Xiao Yan even suspected that he had depression. Good things had to happen every day. As long as the things happened to the bad side and exceeded his expectations, he would easily lose control of his emotions.
...
Fortunately, in this isolated and helpless game world, Xiao Yan still has a Marvel chat group.
Xiao Yan was very hopeless and told the people in the group what happened to him now. Spiderman, who has no conscience, actually replied in seconds: [Mr. Xiao Yan, where are you?I also want to go. After hearing your description, I feel that this large-scale live-action vr game is very fun. 】
"..."
Can Xiao Yan hit him?
The Hulk is also online. After thinking about it, he analyzed: 【First of all, it is certain that you are not dead, Mr. Xiao Yan. You appeared in that strange game world, and most likely have something to do with this Marvel chat group, so I I suggest you calm down first, you have to understand that sometimes the world is very fair, you have to give something if you want to get something. 】
Spider-Man immediately said: [Hulk is right, just like I go to school, in order to gain knowledge, I have to go to school, and use my own time in exchange for it... I think the same is true for work and life. 】
"Equivalent exchange??"
Xiao Yan suddenly understood something.
In water polo, he gained money, honor, status, and the power to protect his relatives with the help of [Marvel Chat Group].
Therefore, here, he has to pay something for this chat group.
In other words...
He's working now——
...
After doing a good job of building up his heart and straightening his mentality, Xiao Yan's mood immediately improved a lot.
He started to run. Although this game world is very strange, it feels quite fun when all the people and things are still and become holographic projections.
This is probably the feeling that everyone is drunk and I am alone.
Leaving Xiao's house, Xiao Yan returned to the streets of Wutan City again. Sure enough, the people here were also silent. He came to the bun shop again. If he didn't pay, he couldn't pick up the steaming buns. .
That is to say, in this game world, the trading system is an equivalent exchange at a certain point, and there is no way to take it by force.
After Xiao Yan put down the money from the purse, sure enough, he could take out 2 buns from the cage.
Xiao Yan couldn't help laughing.
...
He returned to Xiao's house with the buns again, came to the square, and in front of Xiao Xun'er, Xiao Yan tried: "Come on, let's eat the buns."
no response.
"You have a turtle on your face..."
Still no response.
Xiao Yan felt that he had to read the [Game Guide], so he sat down, and while eating steamed buns, he took out the first volume of "Fights Break the Sphere" from the Marvel chat group files, and read it online.
Chapter 1: Fallen Genius, see if something went wrong there.
At the same time, he opened the song list, and read the novel while listening to the song. Since he is working part-time now, let's come with an entertaining mood.
Working part-time is a day of pain, and part-time work is a day of joy, why not make yourself happy.
Besides, he wasn't dead yet.
There must be a way out...
Xiao Yan finished reading Chapter 1, Chapter 2, and Chapter 3 of "Fights Break the Sphere", then he stood up, and said to Xiao Xun'er again: "(Hehe, free person? I can only talk, you see Do I look like a free person now? And...this world doesn’t belong to me.)” That’s right, this line is from the original plot of the novel.
Xiao Yan felt that in this game world, he had to follow the original script to pass the level.
(End of this chapter)
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