Under the dazzling sunlight, Xia Yang stretched out his greasy and sloppy hands to block it.
"Puff!!!" Xia Yang still couldn't help squatting in the corner and vomiting.
This was the third time that he had vomited because of disgust. Xia Yang was really depressed. A few minutes ago, he was still excitedly waiting at home for the opening of the brand new, the most popular and most real virtual online game. He waited for nearly a day and a night, and finally waited for the last ten seconds. He only felt a sharp pain in front of his eyes. When he calmed down and opened his eyes again, he found that his surroundings had changed from a comfortable and comfortable home to a thatched cottage.
Name: Xia Yang
Identity: refugee
Profession: farmer
Level: 10th level. EXP: 10th level.
This is the experience needed for every 10th level.
Attribute: Commander in Chief 20, martial arts: 50, intelligence: 80, politics: 60
Skills: No. 1
......
He had time-travel!
Not only did he time-travel, but he also entered a game!
Xia Yang walked out of the thatched cottage and looked around. There were thatched cottage houses on both sides. There was a village chief's communication hall, surrounded by rings of broken fences and a few large rocks piled up in the distance. These were all the buildings in the village where he lived.
At this time, Xia Yang looked at the other nine farmers in front of him in a daze. "What do you mean? It can't be a small gift from the opening ceremony, can it?"
"A weak low-level refugee NPC without any protection."
In fact, when it came to time-travel, Xia Yang was actually a little expectant.
In his previous life, he had loved playing games very much, and he had also read a lot of online novels. The more he met this matter, the calmer he became.
It was just a game, but it was only the weakest one in this game. At present, it seemed that the situation was very bad for him.
As a farmer at the lowest level, he only knew some life skills and had no fighting capacity at all. If there was a war that day, as a farmer, he would definitely be cannon fodder.
Maybe he was dead or dead. The player could be resurrected if he was dead. If he was dead, he would really be dead. He would completely disappear from the game.
"It's over."
Xia Yang sorted out the current situation again and again. He sighed and said, "I can only pray that the NPC identity in this game will not be fixed. Otherwise, it will really be troublesome."
At this time, the small village also began to change, including the ten villagers in Xia Yang's place.
At this moment, there was another person coming out of the village chief's meeting hall behind him.
A tall girl with long hair came out step by step. She looked like an imperial sister.
Everyone was wearing the same clothes, but the clothes of the royal sister and sister were really much better.
It seemed that this elder sister of the emperor was probably the lord of this small village and the village chief.
He was also known as a player.
When the farmer next to Xia Yang saw the royal sister and sister coming out of the meeting hall, he bowed to her at the same time. "You commoner, dog egg
Ah San, Wang Er...
"Greetings, Lord!"
The younger sister of the emperor also replied, "Nice to meet you, you dog egg. Nice to meet you, Third Brother. Nice to meet you, Second Brother Wang..."
Every time he responded, he would walk up to her.
In the end, it was Xia Yang! Suddenly, the royal sister and sister paused for a moment.
A frown appeared on his delicate face as he said, "Xia Yang? Do you have any dislike or dissatisfaction for the village?"