"When I get your song stinky, you will have to sell me for a thousand yuan!"

Zhu Cheng smiled sinisterly, dialed the phone and started contacting the navy, ready to do something on the Internet.

He would rather throw the money to the navy than to add a little more money to such poor high school students!

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When Li Yun closed Weibo, his number of fans had exceeded 100,000, and some people contacted him, wanting to buy the copyright, but because of Zhu Cheng’s low price, Li Yun didn’t trust transactions on the Internet. Ignore everything and close the stranger's private message directly.

After closing Weibo, Li Yun opened a game that he loved to play in junior high school.

Dungeon, referred to as poisoned milk powder.

He used to be a rebellious teenager. When his grandfather was still alive, he often sneaked out to surf the Internet and was addicted to the dungeon for a long time.

However, after the death of his grandfather, Li Yun grew up overnight, quit the Internet, and shouldered the responsibility of the head of the family.

"My account is still there."

Li Yun boarded the game and couldn't help but sigh with emotion after seeing the four familiar "red dog" professions.

The Dungeon game has fatigue limits, and he can only play less than one novel. He used to think it was not enough to play, so he opened three of the same professions and played the same copy tirelessly.

Thinking about it now, it's quite ridiculous.

"I'm paralyzed, and the hand on the opposite side is open!"

Just as Li Yun relived his original feelings, Wang Hou Liang, who was sitting not far away, shouted angrily, attracting the attention of all the Internet cafes.

"Hang up?"

"Which one is forcing the arena to open 1V1?"

"Grass, if you find it out, you have to beat him!"

Everyone was filled with righteous indignation at the evil act of opening the hang, and they all began to curse.

The so-called open hook refers to the use of plug-ins to modify game data to achieve the purpose of disrupting the balance of the game.

For example, if the power is changed to 9999, a person can be hacked with a single blow, such as Locked Blood is invincible, the opponent can't kill him at all, or modify the skill range to become a full-screen attack, and so on.

"It's Lao Tzu hanging up, how?!"

Just as everyone was swearing, a young man stood up by the window with his hair dyed yellow, and Ji yelled proudly: "Who the **** dares to have an opinion? Stand up!"

The Internet cafe suddenly became quiet. This yellow-haired young man was obviously a gangster, with a fierce look on his face. How could ordinary people dare to provoke him?

"Parallel, a bunch of waste!" The young yellow-haired man looked around fiercely for a week, spitting on the ground, "I play a game, you are still pointing around, living impatiently? Grass!"

Then he pointed to Wang Houliang and said: "Your kid was beaten by Lao Tzu, that is your blessing, okay? Anxious Lao Tzu, be careful of me looking for you to PK!"

Wang Houliang was angry, and now being so excited by Huang Mao, he blushed and his neck was thick, and he retorted in anger:

"Are you making sense to hang up? When my brother doesn't exist?"

Suddenly, several classmates who played better with him stood up and looked at Huang Mao threateningly.

Li Yun secretly said that it is not good, this kind of society young people have so many friends, it is definitely impossible to come to the Internet cafe alone.

Sure enough, Huang Mao gave a sneer, and from the Internet cafe, four or five young people who were dressed and sleek also stood up, and each looked at Wang Houliang and the others with an expression of good looks.

It seems to be saying: I want to fight with us, you guys are still a little tender!

"I want to go out for a while, come to a real PK? I promise to make you cool!" Huang Mao laughed.