[Friend] Hopeful Heart: Why would someone want to kill you?

[Friend] Little Sweet Chris: Ah. I didn’t ask anyone else, I only asked my brother 0V0. No one else can kill me, I’m really good at running away!

[Friend] Hopeful Heart: ...Why did you ask me, was it because I stole your monster?

[Friend] Little Sweet Chris: Nope.

[Friend] Hopeful Heart: ?

[Friend] Little Sweet Chris: Ah, it’s because I’m your fangirl...

[Friend] Little Sweet Chris: QAQ ah, I suddenly feel so shy.

[Friend] Hopeful Heart: ...

[Friend] Little Sweet Chris: I’ve watched a lot of your arena videos in private, your moves are so cool. I started playing this game because of you. [blushing]

Good! Model answer! Full marks!!

Chris Brooks! You’re amazing!

Chris Brooks kept reading the messages he sent, getting more and more satisfied each time.

No reply from the other side.

Chris Brooks couldn’t help but laugh. Hah, must be so nervous they don’t know what to say.

He had to press the advantage.

“Even though I bought an account with... not the best reputation, and it cost me most of my allowance, so I’ll have to live on instant noodles for a while, but just being able to see you in the game makes it all worth it~”

Oh my god.

What a touching speech.

Chris Brooks was moved by himself.

He thought for a moment, then added a cute in-game emoji at the end.

Perfect! Send!

As he pressed the key, a line of yellow text popped up—

[Player Hopeful Heart has refused to receive messages, sending failed.]

Chris Brooks: “???”

Chris Brooks: “......”

Author’s note:

Chris Brooks: Sa Beining inhaling oxygen.jpg

Red envelopes as usual, thank you for your support.

Chapter 6

After turning off the friend function, the whole game interface became much quieter.

Henry Clark flew over to the warehouse NPC and stuffed all the golden sparrow feathers he’d just received inside.

A head suddenly popped out from the upper bunk: “Scumbag, how many feathers did you collect?”

Hearing that nickname, Henry Clark didn’t even turn his head: “What, want to visit the respawn point?”

William Turner immediately stopped: “Tsk, you really can’t take a joke. Come on, seriously, how many feathers did you get?”

“Enough.” Henry Clark said, “From now on, collect your own stuff.”

“I only asked you because my account got trading restricted for logging in from another location... Every time I come back from a long break it happens, you know that.” William Turner was logging in as he spoke, and halfway through he realized something was off, “Wait, I only asked you to collect feathers for me ten minutes ago, how did you get enough so fast?! How much did you pay?”

Henry Clark: “One hundred gold.”

William Turner was so mad he could spit blood: “They’re everywhere in the auction house for seventy gold! You paid a hundred?!”

“Everywhere? Go check the auction house, if you can find a hundred, I’ll give you my account.”

“It only takes a hundred to craft an artifact!”

Henry Clark raised an eyebrow: “Once? You think you own the game? You could do it ten times and still not get a decent one.”

William Turner’s right eyelid twitched: “...So how many did you actually get?”

“Didn’t count.”

Didn’t count, so it must be at least a whole warehouse.

William Turner took a deep breath, calmly picked up his phone, and checked his bank card balance.

“Relax, I’ll count these as my own, I’ll sell them to you for seventy each.” Henry Clark said coolly.

William Turner clenched his fist: “Damn, I’ll never call you a scumbag again! You’re my bro, always my bro.”

Henry Clark laughed: “Get lost.”

William Turner: “Oh right, I forgot to interview you—how does it feel to be a scumbag?”

“Pretty good.”

“......”

William Turner looked unconvinced, and Henry Clark couldn’t be bothered to explain.

He wasn’t lying, it really was pretty good. Lately, no PK teams had contacted him, no guilds had tried to recruit him, and even the girls sending him friend requests had decreased.

[Your friend Long Road has come online.]

“Hey! The location login restriction is lifted! I can team up now!” After logging in, William Turner shouted from the other bed, “Come on, I’ll take you to do quests, there’s an event going on right now.”

Event time, double experience. Henry Clark grunted in agreement and accepted William Turner’s party invite.

In Jiuxia, except for special events and high-level dungeons which are for large groups, most regular activities and PK are done in five-person teams. Henry Clark opened the party window and saw that besides the two of them, the other three were all girls.

[Hopeful Heart has joined the party.]

[Party] Luoluo Little Sweetie: ...

[Party] Love Is Sharing With You: [dizzy]

[Party] Ji Xiaonian: Uh.

[Party] Long Road: What’s up?

[Party] Love Is Sharing With You: Nothing, Lulu, is this your friend?