A Race to The Top

Ling Xiaolu laughed and turned his head off. Usually these words are exaggerated rhetoric, but it is a fact at this moment. His headgear almost wobbled due to shaking. Fortunately, Ji Meng helped him in time.

The person in charge felt that he was looked at with disgust by Ji Meng.

"Go ahead, I'll give him gifts."

"Good." The person in charge quickly slipped away.

The keychain prepared by Xinshan is a holographic pet controller. As long as you press the button above, a holographic mini pet will pop up around you, which can last for 15 minutes each time.

This gift is very popular. Many tourists come to line up after asking where to pick it up. After a while, everyone on the scene will have one. The popular pets in the game are all here.

Lei Lulu, played by Ling Xiaolu, has also become a popular photo spot. After taking it, a senior lady pointed to Ji Meng hesitantly: "Is he also a pet in the game?"

This time Ling Xiaolu really laughed so hard that even Ji Meng couldn't save him. Ji Meng's face was dark, and the reason was 10% of the misunderstanding from the senior sister, and the remaining 90% was the gloating of misfortune from Ling Xiaolu.

"Oh, no," Ling Xiaolu didn't know whether to hold his head or cover his stomach, "my tears are bursting out of laughter."

Ji Meng went in with a black face to help him wipe the tears. Ling Xiaolu saw the other person's face full of discomfort through the gap, thinking of the appearance of such a "Unhappy Ji" pink name on his head, he smiled even more uncontrollably.

The elder sister knew that she had misunderstood, and she apologized embarrassedly: "Sorry, there are human-shaped summoning gods in the games I have played before, and I thought he was too."

Ling Xiaolu finally stopped laughing: "Human pets are also available in this game, but I don't recommend you to choose this one. It seems that you have a bad temper. If you are not happy to leave during the PK, you say you are embarrassed. Not embarrassing?"

The assistant who was busy at the booth found the abnormality here, scratched his head helplessly, and reported to his superior:

"Boss, the prince is fighting with our mascot again. If we continue to fight like this, there might be an event accident. What should I do?"

The person in charge rolled his eyes behind his back: "Let them fight."

"what?"

"That's the princess."

"Oh ah???"

The assistant seemed to have heard some incredible gossip. He quickly took out his mobile phone and recorded a live broadcast of Ji Meng vs. Leilulu and sent it to the work group.

"Exciting! Great! Unexpected! The boss said this is the prince!!"

"?????"

"Lei Lulu? This can be regarded as the prince's pet, what is the relationship line of the prince? The boss should supplement the language."

"My prince is so hungry that he doesn't choose food? Even the dolls are not let go. I knew I would apply for this position!"

"I feel relieved to see that the prince is so energetic. I thought he was going to be devastated by that incident."

The kindergarten duo finally stumbling and handing out all the gifts. They took off their doll clothes for another half an hour, and when they were seated in the VIP seats, the cosplay was already on stage.

Ling Xiaolu commented on each male coser who appeared on the stage-taking Ji Meng as a reference-one by one:

"This leg is not as long as you.

"This waist is not as narrow as you.

"This abs doesn't have your shape yet."

His expert comment does not sound like cosplay in Ji Meng, but rather like shame play.

"Do you like to stare at other people's abdominal muscles so much?"

"Who made you look so arrogant, but I have another pair of sharp eyes." Ling Xiaolu raised his eyebrows triumphantly.

"It was designed by art, what can I do?"

"You are showing off your abdominal muscles, why is my master wearing so abstinence?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the two people's minds appeared to be divorced in exposed clothes, and they shivered in the same way.

"Talk well, don't talk coldly." There is simply a "laugh" less than a cold joke.

Ling Xiaolu pretended to lower his head to look: "Where is my Leilulu leather? I want to wrap my little leather jacket tightly."

The new coser on stage saved the temperature of the scene. He walked onto the stage wearing the battle armor that Ji Meng once wore. However, this time his waist, legs, and abdominal muscles did not reach the mark (Ling Xiaolu's), as if he had hired a fake Ji Meng. Catwalk on the stage.

"I don't understand, why does Xinshan leave you such a ready-made handsome man instead of not using it, and go outside to invite people."

He shook his fingers and counted: "You, sister, my master, and Yunjiu, what is the name of that goddess's brain powder? Bei Feng? If you don't have plastic surgery, he can count it. You are a five-member endorsement team. Is the publicity effect better than these people?"

Ji Meng squinted at him disgustingly: "My sister and I don't count, how much budget do you plan to allocate for the other three to invite these appointments to the show?"

"..." Ling Xiaolu smiled and scratched his head, "Hey, yes, how come I didn't expect it."

"Besides, you can think of this bad idea. Wouldn't the promotion department think of it?"

"Ok?"

As if to corroborate his words, the cosplayers on the stage dispersed to both sides after completing their respective appearances to make room for the center of the booth.

The platform was filled with white mist, and a figure in the mist slowly approached, and the unconcealable temperament was blowing.

As the fog cleared, Ji Qing was wearing pale gold armor, shining in the cherry blossoms in the sky, her beard and brows paled, she was unparalleled, and she heard endless exclamations and photos.

Ling Xiaolu was taken aback: "My sister is here too?"

"It's a holographic image."

After Ji Qing, images of high-end players wearing top equipment and rare pets were presented in front of the audience in rhythmic and dynamic montages, either static or dynamic, or standing or flying, beautiful and coquettish, mighty and domineering, satisfying novices Xiaobai's all fantasies about the great god.

Some of them had seen Ling Xiaolu, some only heard of their names, but had not seen them. Today, they were both eye-opening.

"Are all appointments on all servers appearing?"

"of course not."

"Hey?"

Ji Meng disliked: "Chang Huanxi, the fat guy, definitely can't do it."

"..."

Even Dou Kou showed a side face! The shame of Chang Huanxi's appointment!

Finally it was Ji Meng's turn to appear. On the stage, he charged with the giant sword towards the audience, and Ling Xiaolu subconsciously wanted to run.

Ji Meng held him down: "What are you doing?"

"...I have a conditioned reflex of this action of you." Every time I see it, I remember the initial mental journey of running away as soon as I see him in order not to reveal his identity.

"I still have conditioned reflexes."

Ling Xiaolu:?

"As soon as I see you turning around, I want to hit someone."

"..." Ling Xiaolu wants to turn now!

Xin Shan is biased towards the prince, and the duration of the single shot for him is longer than that of other people. Ling Xiaolu clearly heard the nymphs cheering behind him.

How to do? My husband couldn't hold it in the third dimension, Ling Xiaolu thought triumphantly.

Suddenly there were screams, and Ling Xiaolu and Ji Meng covered their ears at the same time, for fear of their tympanic membrane being shattered.

"As for," Ling Xiaolu grumbled, "Isn't it my master..."

He watched the divorce of the flute on the stage, super dusty and unbelievably beautiful.

"...Well, as far as it is." He deserves the sound, and even more waves.

Ji Meng glared at him dissatisfiedly, and Ling Xiaolu hurriedly expressed his loyalty: "My master is different from you. He can only watch from a distance, not play with him."

These words satisfied Ji Meng for a second, and the next second his face quickly collapsed: "Do you mean I can play it?"

Ling Xiaolu quickly changed the subject and pointed to the stage: "Look! Who is that!"

He thought that Li Zheng was the last secret weapon to appear on the stage, but he did not expect that the person who really finalized it was Yunjiu.

The official selection is a distant scene, where Death spreads its wings under the full moon, and everything is silent, drawing a long and long rest for the entire image.

Ling Xiaolu couldn't help applauding with everyone: "This editor has chosen a good shot and has a vision!"

At the end of the hot field, the staff have successively distributed test peripherals to new players. Old players like Ling Xiaolu and Ji Meng naturally don't need them. It's a shame to wear a collar in public.

There were already crowds of people at the finals, but fortunately, everyone from Lutou Society reserved two seats for them.

Far away in the center of the field, on one side are the defending champions Killing and Qingmei, standing opposite them with a diligent expression, and did not release any pets.

"Why did you guys come?" Chuya said as soon as they saw them, "there were too many viewers, and it was hard to get so many positions. Chang Huanxi and Ling didn't come—"

"They are working overtime to separate the data." Ji Qing intervened.

"--Forget it, even Xiao Nanxun and the annoying Dou Kou are not online, don't they know that today is the final?"

"They may have something to be busy." Ji Meng silently changed the subject.

Ling Xiaolu received the private chat from Lujiu, and turned to ask: "Is there no place? Lujiu said he will come too."

After the voice fell, Yunji appeared, and said to the person next to Ling Xiaolu through a mask: "Can you give me a position?"

Adjacent:! ! !

There was no one in the one-meter radius with him as the center, and everyone squeezed tightly on the edge and shivered.

Lu Jiu sat down loosely and turned his head to greet Ling Xiaolu and the others: "It's so spacious here, why are you sitting so crowded?"

Ling Xiaolu: "..."

"Lu Jiu, why don't you participate in the Wind and Cloud Race?" Ling Xiaolu asked.

With his strength, maybe there will be nothing to kill in the finals.

Yunji dismissed it: "I'm not interested in any duels with rules."

"Then do you think my master has a chance to win today?"

Under the invisible mask, the moose dove curled up his mouth.

"Lu doesn't know better than you," Ji Qing said to the side. "During this period of time, Lu Jiu has been serving as your master's sparring partner. For a field expert, PK in the arena is like playing a house."

The only rule in the wild is the rules of the jungle. Yunji faces not only one-to-one, but also one-to-many, as well as the ever-changing situation on the field.

With such an experienced Mojiu accompany Li Zheng to move, one can imagine how much improvement Li Zheng will have.

Ling Xiaolu's confidence doubled: "I knew that my master would definitely win!"

In the arena, the slaughter saw that Li Zheng was too late to pamper him, and provocatively said: "What's wrong with Li Zheng, where is your snake? Are you too scared to come out by my little Phoenix?"

Li Zheng raised his eyelids and glanced at him lightly. It was this attitude that made people even more irritating.

"What are you waiting for, are the people waiting for you spoiled? Your apprentice seems to have run away with others, so you can beat me?"

Qing Mei urged displeasedly: "What do you say so much? Li Zheng, if you don't pamper you, we will be two to one."

Snow fell in the sky, Ling Xiaolu and others looked up in surprise.

"Why is it snowing here?"

The snow is getting heavier and harder, and the wind is gradually rising again, forming a massive snowstorm in the center of the site.

Located at the center of the storm, Slaughter almost took a step back: "Li Zheng! What the **** are you doing!"

A shadow gradually appeared in the blizzard, snaking fast in the wind and snow, and silver-white scales appeared occasionally.

"This, this is—"

Both Slaughter and Qing Mei opened their eyes incredibly, accompanied by a dragon roar into the clouds, and the snow and thick fog were blown away without a trace. Li Zheng stood there like a mortal death, and the huge giant behind him was flying in the clouds. , Such as stepping out of the myth, stepping on the stars, washing over the moonlight, and descending into the world.

"Wind Breath Pterodactyl!"