Chapter Seven, Mo Jing

Upon entering the game, Mo Jing was quite dissatisfied with it. She enjoys playing Western fantasy games, where she has always been able to take on a group of opponents by herself. However, in this game... she is aware that she does not have an advantage, although she can still support others for now, such as Tang Hua.

Help! I can't stop! I never expected that the guy everyone envied would emit such a desolate cry for help along the way

Tang Hua lowered his head and said, "I fell."

Tang Hua turned around and glanced over, only to see a player swaying as he stood on a wooden sword, floating twenty meters above the ground and wobbling towards the two. All the players along the way stopped their work, gazing enviously at this player, though this did not prevent them from secretly muttering to themselves: "Damn, how does this kid have such good luck"

After gathering together, Tang Hua saw the girl's name: Mo Jing. Ha! She's already at level 3, how did she train?

"Is he dead?" Mo Jing asked, pointing at the white light not far away.

"I don't know how to turn? How do I stop the skill?" The player, in a state of panic, kept shouting, "I turned, I turned..."

"Ruler!" Tang Hua replied with a sense of helplessness and simplicity

I am waiting for you outside," Tang He said with a dark expression, unwilling to see that teacher again

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Half an hour later, Mo Jing excitedly ran out, brandishing the ruler in his hand and saying, "Look."

Good

Ah! Before the NPC could say anything, Tang Hua suddenly exclaimed, startling Mo Jing. When Mo Jing looked at Tang Hua again, she was even more shocked to see that Tang Hua was enveloped in a red glow.

Wow... what is that? Mo Jing was about to turn around to answer Tang Hua's question when he was startled by an object in the sky, and then excitedly pointed at it

"It's nothing, really." Tang Hua hurriedly said, and indeed, it was nothing. It was just that Tang Hua had unexpectedly won a lottery worth 5 million. He had inadvertently 'stopped' the red dot on the red line. As for the consequences, aside from his meager magical power being completely depleted, Tang Hua felt a bit heartbroken, as he realized that he did not know any spells.

You wouldn't be using real names, would you

"What happened?" Mo Jing asked softly

However ... ...

If you are unwilling to speak, then so be it. Mo Jing is intelligent and perceptive, yet he is not ignorant of human relationships; it is evident that the person before him is quite selfish

What more can be said? This is akin to a woman who is as loyal as a book, yet such individuals are rare creatures

The first to charge were four monkeys that jumped down from the tree and rushed towards Mo Jing. Unfazed, Mo Jing swiftly turned her hand, grabbing one of the monkey's legs, and then swung it around in a circle, sending the other three monkeys flying. Seizing this opportunity, Mo Jing delivered a powerful knee strike to the monkey in her grasp, and a beam of white light surged upward from her hand

"How wonderful, you became a police officer as soon as you arrived on Planet M." Tang Hua, cooling down, took the monkey thrown over by Mo Jing and stomped it underfoot. Then, he picked up the bench from the package with both hands and began to beat the monkey's head furiously. He aimed to transform the resentment of being jealous of Mo Jing's job into strength

"I kill, you see." Mo Jing's unintentional remark left Tang Hua feeling utterly humiliated.

Mo Jing smiled but did not respond, so Mo Jing killed the monkey while Tang Hua threw the ruler. The two engaged in killing, throwing, and chatting, and ended up learning quite a bit about each other's information. This Mo Jing is quite straightforward; she is a student at the police academy. Since childhood, she has been mingling with her father in the Federal Army's interstellar infantry barracks, but she is unwilling to become a soldier, so she decided to apply to the police academy.

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Tang Huamuran turned his gaze towards the sky

"Kill the monkey?" Tang Hua pointed to himself and Mo Jing and asked, "Is it just the two of us?"

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Oh! Mo Jing suddenly realized that falling could also be fatal. "Let's go!" Mo Jing grabbed Tang Hua's hand and left.

It seems that Tang Hua, pale and with a lowered collar partially covering his face, did not want the player across the stream to know that he was in cahoots with this girl

Of course not. Mo Jing smiled, glanced around, and said softly: "Let’s go kill the monkeys"

It doesn't matter anymore. Tang Hua is not someone who holds grudges, and besides, it is ultimately a woman who is being pressed down, which is certainly better than being pushed down by a man

The player clearly heard Mo Jing's words, and the flying sword beneath his feet had already vanished. He shouted down from mid-air: "Thank you..." This guy didn't finish his sentence, but a drop of cold sweat appeared simultaneously on his forehead and Tang Hua's forehead.

After crossing the stream, Tang Hua truly understood what it meant to feel utterly ashamed. Mo Jing positioned herself in a safe spot to rest, while she rolled up her sleeves and charged towards the monkey group

"Look for the flying sword!" Mo Jing earnestly instructed, "If there is one flying sword in the village, it means there will be a second flying sword. This is the undeniable principle of the game"

This girl seems a bit naive, but her heart is truly kind. Tang Hua silently thought of the word 'fast', and indeed, the red dot unexpectedly stopped at a distance of one hundred thousand and eight thousand miles from the red line: 'Are you grouping me?'

No, don't misunderstand. Tang Hua hurriedly took out the measuring stick to show to Mo Jing. Then, with a mix of bitterness and tears, he recounted the story of how he came to possess this useless stick.

As the most unfortunate collision disaster was about to occur, Mo Jing, in a moment of desperation, shouted to the sky: "Remove the flying sword from the equipment bar." Turning back to Tang Hua, who was staring blankly at her, she remarked: "Just looking at this person, it's clear he hasn't played the game much."

"This... this is a group attack." Tang Hua gaped at the scene before him. No matter how poor his Tai Chi skills were, he had practiced it before. He could immediately tell that Mo Jing's set of moves was a close-combat fighting technique.

Oh, I see. Mo Jing is not unhappy either, and with a wave of his hand, he said: "Let's go, it's time to level up"

Why do people die

"Uncle, do you have any flying swords?" Compared to the more tactful approaches of other players who would exchange tasks for flying swords, Mo Jing took the most direct approach and simply asked someone for it

People on land are bustling with ideas for this friend who is both pained and joyful: turn... stop skills...

Good! A gust of wind swept into the classroom, and before long, Tang Hua heard Mo Jing's voice: "At the beginning of humanity..."

Is hetushu.com not a treasure? Then what is it

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Do not be so modest; I will give you the first flying sword.

"Where to?" Tang Hua asked while struggling to break free, for he was aware that at this moment, the system was scanning the mental states of the two individuals to determine whether further measures should be taken

After a moment of consideration, the woman said, "How about I help you level up? That way, you won't have to sit alone by the creek." Despite her words, she still felt a bit uneasy. Although she understood that it was just a game, what if Tang Hua were a patient with depression?

"Let's go!" Mo Jingyi said to Tang Hua, "Let's go check out the private school again."

"I am sorry, I am sorry." The woman realized that she had indeed made a mistake and hurriedly stood up to apologize to Tang Hua

Oh? Tang Hua took the ruler and glanced at it: Ruler! Just two simple words. Tang Hua returned the ruler to Mo Jing and said: "This is not a magical artifact"

Tang Hua and Mo Jing looked to the side in confusion: Wow! It turns out this guy is flying towards a thirty-meter tall tree.

Ah... it was indeed as expected; this unfortunate fellow plummeted down like a cannonball from a height of twenty meters. From this, it can be inferred that a crash landing is far more tragic than a collision, for in a collision one might exclaim, "Ah," while in a crash landing, the exclamation is "Ah..." with a prolonged sound.