I’m a God in an Online Game Chapter 42: Fan Support Team

In today's society, poor people such as Meng Jingtian live on government subsidies because robots have replaced a lot of labor.

Rich people such as Zhang Defa, relying on the accumulation of their ancestors, have a huge industry, and they are still constantly accumulating their wealth in all aspects of life and entertainment. To them, money is just a number.

Meng Jingtian was stunned by the sudden amount of money.

He also tried to use games to earn money to subsidize his life, but at most it was only a few thousand to tens of thousands, or hundreds of thousands of alliance coins.

How long has it been since "Tomorrow" was launched, and it actually brought him such benefits!

Sure enough, do the best you can!

At this time, Meng Jingtian couldn't help but make up his mind. Although he did well in the games he used to play, he was still the tallest among the dwarfs.

The great **** in the eyes of ordinary players is just an ordinary player in the eyes of the great god.

Now, he is eager to move, setting his goal to be the first person in the game!

Meng Jingtian opened the ranking list and looked at Nangong Lin who was following closely behind him, with a faint flame of war rising in his eyes.

Nangong Qi is already level 36, only one level lower than him, and the difference in this level is because he just defeated a boss!

As the level gets higher and higher, more experience is required to level up, and it becomes more and more difficult to level up.

But since you have sat on the "number one" throne, you can never drive yourself down!

Meng Jingtian hurried out of the city with the Buddha Butcher Knife in his hand. He was about to go to the Black Crow Forest to level up, and when he reached the level, he was just in time to explore the Gorefiend Palace stronghold.

However, as soon as I walked to the gate of the city, I couldn't help being surprised.

Wang Sisi, who was wearing a pale pink dress, held a sign in her hand that she did not know where.

As soon as he saw him, Wang Sisi immediately held up a sign and shouted Meng Jingtian's name in surprise: "Meng Jingtian! Meng Jingtian!"

Meng Jingtian's mouth twitched, looking at the conspicuous sign waving in Wang Sisi's hand, with a few black lines hanging down his forehead.

Meng Jingtian can't wait to rush over to cover Wang Sisi's mouth and drag him away, asking where she got this crap.

But before he could implement the plan, following Wang Sisi's voice, suddenly a large number of players looked at Meng Jingtian in unison, and then they all rushed towards him as if they had found prey.

Most of these players are low-level female players, and there are also a small number of male players.

At this time, he looks like a star-chasing fan from more than a hundred years ago, his face is full of excitement, his teeth are dancing, and he is screaming.

"This Nima... the demons are dancing wildly!" Meng Jingtian's mouth twitched, looking at the players coming towards him like a flood, he couldn't help but run away.

"Hu! Hu!" Meng Jingtian ran halfway across the city, panting heavily, how could he feel like he had suddenly arrived at the end of the world and was being chased by a large group of zombies?

"Boss!" In the Wenxiang Building, in a private room, a group of temple killers who were discussing the assassination was also disturbed by the excitement on the street. Ran Zaian shouted.

"Bang!" Ran Zaian took a look, and was so angry that he threw the teacup in his hand on the ground.

"Ding! The system prompts you to damage a Wenxianglou tea cup, and the system deducts 100 gold coins!"

"Let him be complacent, let's see how long he has been complacent! I don't know how to keep a low profile. I don't know how many "great gods" I have seen. Which one didn't die soon?" Ran Zaian said very unpleasantly.

Ten years! He once dreamed of creating a world in the game, so that no one knew the name of the player, it took him ten years to do this.

Only created the myth of the Temple of Murder!

Why did this kid step on the Temple of Murder in just a few days and become an existence that no one knows about in the game?

Ran Zaian is undoubtedly jealous. Jealousy distorts him and may also blind him.

If Meng Jingtian knew what he was thinking at this time, he would probably point to his nose and curse.

Which one of your eyes is so proud of the labor and management? This is clearly panic! Is it okay to panic?

"The player who placed the order is Bai Wensheng, right? Keep it for me! I want him to stay in Linbin City forever!" Ran Zaian instructed, as if knowing that it was useless to lose his temper here.

Several killers looked at each other in dismay, and one of them reminded: "Is this bad? If it spreads out, the reputation of the Temple of Murder is afraid..."

"If it wasn't for him, how could the Temple of Murdering God have come this far? I placed an order and killed him! Is that all right?" Ran Zaianan said angrily. At this time, he was just trying to vent his anger.

Meng Jingtian exited the city through another gate of Xuanwu City, and the secret chat message kept ringing, and he had already blocked it.

Wang Sisi was helpless and had to chase after him and shout: "Meng Jingtian, don't run away! We just formed a fan group for you."

"Yes! Great God, sign me! What are you running, we won't eat you!"

"Great God, I don't want your signature. This is the blood medicine I made. I'll send it to you for leveling!"

"Great God, do you want to come and help us? There are so many beautiful women!"

Meng Jingtian smiled wryly~IndoMTL.com~ Hearing this commotion, his head was about to explode.

Sure enough, everything has advantages and disadvantages, fame brings him a lot of benefits, but also a lot of trouble!

"呱——呱~" A terrifying crow's cry rang out. With his extraordinary agility, Meng Jingtian successfully got rid of the fan group behind him and rushed into the black crow forest.

Immediately, the silence of the forest was broken, and the fan group headed by Wang Sisi was blocked by the swarm of carrion crows. With their level, they couldn't beat the level 30 carrion crows.

Meng Jingtian breathed a sigh of relief, walked into the forest, clicked on the friend interface, and saw a few friends above, almost all of whom had sent him several messages.

Meng Jingtian just clicked on Cai Minghou's dialogue column, and saw that the message he sent was also about the video on the forum, congratulations to him on becoming famous.

Meng Jingtian gave a wry smile, went back to the message and said, "Don't mention it! It seems that I will disappear for a while. Do you think Wang Sisi has nothing to do? Form me a fan group and bring a large number of people to chase after me. I'm playing!"

"Big celebrity, unfortunately, you have more than one fan club!" Cai Minghou quickly replied.

"There are already five on the forum alone!"

Meng Jingtian was stunned: "Isn't it just a fight with Seven Kills, did you win? Seven Kills are so powerful, they were never like this before!"

Meng Jingtian was speechless and puzzled.

Cai Minghou could see clearly and explained: "The reputation of Seven Kills is also spread out step by step. As a temple killer, it is usually a dragon that sees the beginning but not the end. There must be many admirers, but not as much as you. Exaggerated."

"It's you, you're not well-known, and you will naturally become like this when you suddenly become famous! What's more, what you defeated is not a Seven Kills, but a Temple of Murder!"