"Dad, can't you even come back for the New Year..."
Su Ran remained silent for a moment, withdrew his gaze looking into the distance, pushed thoughts of his dad to the bottom of his heart, donned the Illusion Demon black robe, and officially logged on as "Spilt Water Can't Be Regained."
Next, what Su Ran had to do was that damn Demon quest, with a million human race deaths.
He had figured it out; to deal with human players, he must get their current movements first.
And the channel to obtain information was the world channel—
"Have you guys heard? Dancing Demons guild's nearly a hundred thousand troops all bit the dust here in this Dark Abyss, it's such a damn pitfall!"
"My God, is this system on steroids? Setting up this normal terrain to be so twisted, how the hell are we players supposed to play? Can't we level up in peace anymore?"
"Level up my ass, ever since Dancing Demons guild took over, I've never been able to get in there!"
