Be a god in a survival game

Zheng Hope suddenly remembered that as long as he survived tonight, he would be separated from the game world, and he would never see that old man with a beard and a poker face, and his attitude became even more arrogant .

Seeing this strange scene, the young man who had frequently complained before looked towards Gu Nian and the others.

"Um, is it really okay for your teammates to provoke an important NPC so recklessly and provocatively in the game?"

The young man always felt that he seemed to see a huge, blood-red danger word on the top of Zheng Hope's head.

Gu Nian and the others didn't talk to the boy, and the boy didn't continue talking.

Because they saw through the big screen, the old curator spoke.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to inspect the work. I'm much more familiar with the rules I set up than you are," said the old curator.

He still maintained that poker face, but it was darker than before.

"I came here only because it was raining outside."

As the old curator spoke, he turned his body sideways, allowing Zheng Hope to see the pattering rain curtain behind him.

He directly defined the time of his departure as after spending tonight.

Zheng hopes to play in his heart: Hey, he is in a hurry, he is in a hurry!

Zheng hoped that it was written all over his face that you have a problem with your character.

"Tsk tsk tsk, if you don't go in, you don't have to violate the rules. But if you do this, aren't you forcing me to violate the rules?" Zheng Hope said.

"If you want to drive me away, you can tell me directly tomorrow morning, why use this way of digging holes to hurt people?" Zheng hoped to shake his head and said to the old curator.

"I didn't bring an umbrella. I came back to get it. You are right. I can't violate the rules I set. So I won't go in. Can you pass me the umbrella?" said the old curator.

Hearing what Zheng hoped to say, Gu Nian couldn't help showing a smile.

The poker face of the old curator couldn't help but darken a bit.

In this way, he has passed the test of the game and will be sent back by the system.

He is not stupid, he remembers all the rules clearly.

It seems that Zheng Hope is still very smart.

"I said, old comrade, don't double the standard just because you are old! In addition to not allowing anyone to enter the museum after eight o'clock, you also said another rule. No one is allowed to enter the museum after eight o'clock. For any reason, take away any item in the museum. Don't you think this rule does not need to be followed?!"

"Hey, look, it's still raining outside. How can you have the heart to let me, an old man, stand outside in the rain!" the old curator couldn't help but said.

At that time, even if the old curator wanted to find fault again, he would have no chance.

"Old colleagues should love young people. Didn't you say that young people are like the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning? Don't you have the heart to let me, a college student who comes out to work and study, break the rules set by you from the curator, let I'm unemployed, can't I afford the tuition?!"

"I..." The old curator was speechless by Zheng Hope, and he was stunned for a while with his mouth open.

"That's fine. I'll tell you now that the rules are invalid. I need an umbrella. Please bring it to me." The old curator said.

At this moment, his face was as black as the bottom of a burnt pot.

Zheng hopes to slowly...