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It can be much richer and more wonderful than the details that actually exist in the truth of the facts.

I don't know the authenticity of the post?It doesn't matter, it is enough for the people who eat melons to finish talking and get addicted. As for these two people, who is the real prince and who is the fake prince?who cares?No one among the people who eat melons really cares. In the final analysis, everyone's life is not based on the prince, but on what is in front of them. It is not an object of direct interest. At best, it is just a conversation after work and after dinner.

Of course, there was another reason—such a post would be wiped out from time to time. This kind of vaguely mysterious and rebellious post stimulated everyone's desire to speak.

Soon there were posts with different titles floating on the homepage. The prefixes were highlighted in bold square brackets. Quickly read and clicked on the content. Without exception, they were all water posts sent by Julang.

In the end, Julang just copied blindly without sincerity, changed it slightly after a while, and continued to send it out, adding some new sentences.Quite with a serial posture,

In the beginning, everyone was still rambling on in a long and eloquent manner, but before it was too late to post, the post was blocked.

The people who eat melons were shocked, and said that they should not miss the opportunity to speak in the next post!

The more you don't let us talk, the more we want to talk.

Everyone's desire to speak was unprecedentedly strong, so it created an illusion that the people who eat melons are talking about it for a while, and they are paying close attention to this matter.

There are huge waves in the water posts, and the people who eat melons are not the same. Even though the posts are getting blocked faster and faster, the wave of rushing for sofas and benches has gradually evolved into a thought storm that it is good to leave a word in the posts.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a national frenzy.

Of course, it can be said that most of the people who eat melons here are following the trend.

Ju Lang doesn't care if they're doing it for fun or herd mentality or something else, all he wants is the wind.

Justify his name as the real prince?

Do not!

This is the view of passers-by.

Julang is the same as the people who eat melons, no, even Julang doesn’t care about whether he is the real prince or not in the end. Who is the prince is actually not the point at all. What Julang cares about is only how much traffic he needs for his tasks. Finish.

The giant waves operating in the background gradually began to give birth to some worries.

The wind always comes fiercely, but it also goes fast.

Sooner or later everyone gets tired of it.

Ju Lang looked at the post twice, and after comparing it, he found that the current reply speed had slowed down a lot compared to the previous one. After making a calculation in his heart, he knew that relying on the declining popularity, he would not be able to complete the task.

Scratching my head, this post has become so popular, it is entirely thanks to the curiosity of the melon eaters that there has not been a large-scale blocking phenomenon before. Such a post with few dry goods can be so popular, Julang is very lucky.

"System, I want to check how many clicks and comments I have left. 』

"Players are still short of [-] million clicks and [-] million comments."

"There are so many more? 』Julang gritted his teeth and decided to use his last trump card.

[Countdown] Please count down to my last life.

Calling this method a trump card rather than a trump card, it is really Julang who has no good tricks, and can only let go as a last gamble.

Ju Lang wrote: Hush, please don’t say anything, if you have a little more time, please pity me, count down to my last life, and witness the last moment of my life.

The content is still vague, giving people infinite reverie.

Julang didn't expect this post to have any impact at first, but he never expected that everyone would really follow it.

While many people are scrambling to count down, they also ask questions one after another, why start the countdown of life now?

Ju Lang thought about it for a while, and found that it was not surprising that they would respond to this question.

You must know that since the beginning of cultivating immortals, jiedan can keep youth forever, and cultivation can make it stronger and stronger. People's concept of age is weak day by day, but they are more and more worried about the problem that the population will not age and more and more people should do it. Immortality does not die, so the general way of ending life, if not suicide, is caused by external causes.

Judging from the word "poor" in Julang's post, he didn't want to die at all, so the possibility of Julang's suicide can be ruled out.

A person's posts are frequently blocked, and at this time he said that his life is not long, and his words revealed a meaning that his lifeblood was controlled by others. To put it bluntly, it is such a setting, which is very mysterious and can provoke People are very curious.

While he was about to talk, Julang kept on posting such things as please don't ask any more questions, thank you all.

Everyone looked at this attitude and thought about it again, and they always felt that as long as they asked a few more questions, Julang would "accidentally" say it.

Julang did not disappoint everyone. I can't say the four words he replied.

I can't say.There are only four words, which is quite simple, but there are too many places for people to make fuss.

Everyone began to argue fiercely, why did Julang not use "can't", "no", but "can't"?If the opponent is so powerful, it is understandable for Julang not to dare, but Julang cannot use it. What is the identity of the opponent, so that the victim keeps silent?

Looking at the discussion, Ju Lang became more and more motivated. Everyone guessed their identities one by one, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion. It seems reasonable to analyze such a bunch of things from four words. Believe it, it's a good thing that the Chinese test papers for the college entrance examination were not produced by these guys, otherwise I would have been doomed back then.

When the last person issued the countdown number, Julang didn't hear any notification sound to remind him that the task was completed, and the surrounding scene suddenly changed into a vast desert without any discussion.

Julang stood in the endless desert, looking so pitiful, weak and helpless.

"system! ”Ju □□ called out, “System? ! 』

No matter how the huge waves called, there was no response at all.

Julang wanted to cut out his perspective to take a look at the live broadcast room, but found that his perspective was fixed.

"I rely on it! ”Ju Lang couldn’t help but said rudely, “What kind of hot chicken? 』

Thinking of the previous behavior that the system forced him to stay, Ju Lang had an extremely bad feeling in his heart.

The huge waves slowly walked in one direction in the desert, and there were no plants around, not even a single tree, the resurrection grass cactus, which is common in the desert, and the surrounding scenes did not change at all.

If it weren't for the numbness of his legs from walking all the time, he would always have the illusion that he hadn't moved a step.

Walking around like this is not an option. Julang sits cross-legged. Fortunately, there is no wind in this desert. Otherwise, there will be no shelter around, and the end will be to eat a full stomach of yellow sand.

Julang tried to call the system again, and the system seemed to never exist.

In desperation, Julang complained to himself: "At least airdrop me to a house, right?"Even if there is no equipment to pick up, at least you can find a place to sleep... Besides, how bad is this yellow-eyed person for physical and mental development? 』

Unexpectedly, the system heard this, the giant wave did not move a step, but the scene around it changed.

The surroundings were replaced by the former prince's bedroom, Ju Lang glanced around, the surrounding furnishings remained the same, but the waiters were gone, and the lychees he had bitten half before he went to prison were still crystal clear and plump.

"system! Ju Lang took a deep breath and roared, "You have the ability to change the scene, and you have the ability to respond to me!"I know you are here!Don't hide behind and keep silent! 』

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"You have the ability to change the scene, why don't you have the ability to come out and talk to me?" 』

Apparently, Julang's provocation didn't have any effect, and the system didn't react even a little bit.

Ju Langkong called for a long time and no one answered, he didn't feel embarrassed, since he was the only one here anyway, it's impossible to still be in the live broadcast state, the system should have processed the screen.

The design of the small black room does not let people out if the conditions are not met after opening, but its procedures are not completely unreasonable, and there are certain handling mechanisms for possible emergencies.

It has its own set of human body function data detection, which can keep track of the physical condition of the players in the game room at any time, but the machine detection is not omnipotent, so if there is any sign of something wrong, the small black house will first confirm to the player three times in a row. If the player responds, the game cabin will immediately exit the game and move to the nearest hospital through the transportation channels that every household has.

Signs that something is wrong include the host being inactive for a long time and not responding to fan questions.

And now that Julang is still in the game, it means that the system must have performed some special processing on the images sent from the outside world.

Of course, Julang is not angry now, because there is really nothing to be angry about, and because getting angry can't solve any substantive problems.

The system pretended to be dead, and he had a way to make it cheat.Julang let out a long breath and collapsed on the prince's bed.

The last time I received a courier, Julang wanted to see which company produced the spicy chicken game after reading the letter. According to the usual practice, the stationery of this game company will have a special typesetting... right?

Although Julang was skeptical about whether the company hired an artist, he still involuntarily turned the letter paper over, wanting to make sure that there was a certain chance that it would be printed on the back of the letter paper.

In the lower right corner of the back is a row of equations with unknown meaning, hon*3=True.

Different from the previous printed words, this was handwritten with a black ink pen. The handwriting was the man's usual unrestrained and unrestrained handwriting, which was very familiar to Ju Lang.

Julang spelled out the first three letters one by one, three times in a row.

system