In Holewen Wetland, nearly fifty player mages, constantly using magic to turn the swamp into a rock base, and then turn it into an ordinary mud land.

Roland was also among them. He bounced his fingers and converted the swamp more than 200 square meters in front of him into a rock land, and then converted it back.

This process only takes about seven seconds, while other players usually take more than twelve seconds.

It seems that the gap is too big, but the area transferred by other players and mages is generally between 50-100 square meters. If you calculate carefully, the gap between the two sides will be very big.

This group of people has been working here for two days, and a large swamp has been turned into ordinary mud by them.

Roland looked at the blue bars that had already reached the bottom, sat on the ground and rested, and took some fruit wine from the system backpack and started drinking.

After drinking, he grabbed the mud that he had just converted and put it in front of him for a while, which was a little strange.

"Did you find something?" O'Neal walked over from behind and asked.

O'Neal is the leader of this group of people, and his strength is also good. Although he is far inferior to Roland in terms of transfer efficiency, he is much better than other players.

"The swamp here was originally quite fertile, but after the transformation, the soil fertility dropped significantly, which felt a bit unreasonable."

"Actually, I think it's quite reasonable." O'Neal smiled and said, "From the perspective of conservation of mass, the total mass of the swamp should not be as good as the converted dense mud. What's the extra mass? So is the decline in fertility a different magic angle of mass conservation?"

Roland nodded: "You make sense."

"So what seems to be unreasonable in the world of magic should actually make sense." O'Neal smiled and said, "As long as the game is played for a long time, we can discover more things that can be used in reality."

Roland looked at O'Neal in surprise.

O'Neal raised his eyebrows: "It seems you've brought some magic ideas to the real world?"

Roland's eyes widened, and it was a frightened expression: "What, can the concept of magic be brought to the real world?"

Then Roland patted his thigh and laughed: "You are so funny. How can you bring magic in the game to the real world? If there were really mysterious phenomena on the earth, the country would have mastered it long ago. It was not our turn to guess here. Or... can you use magic in reality?"

At the end of the day, Roland looked very curious, looking up and down at O'Neal.

O'Neal shrugged: "How is it possible! Even you, the first mage, can't do anything, is even more impossible for me to be a slut like a slut. I just think there is such a possibility."

"Actually, I really want to cast spells in reality." Roland showed a melancholy look: "I can destroy the world in the game, but in reality I am just a city man with no power. Every time I return to reality from the game, I always feel a sense of loss."

O'Neal patted Roland on the shoulder: "It's okay, I can understand, because I'm about the same."

Then the two chatted about magic for a while, and then began to transform the swamp.

This work continues until the game server routinely shuts down daily.

Roland crawled out of the virtual cabin and touched the cold sweat on his forehead.

"I am a high-IQ boss. I have begun to suspect that I can cast spells in reality." Roland waved his hand, and two blue mage hands flew out and helped him take out his clothes from the cabinet: "I don't know if my acting skills have deceived him."

Roland didn't say anything about his ability to cast spells in reality.

Even his parents, Shuke and Li Lin and other gay friends did not say anything, how could he reveal it to someone who is not very familiar with it?

After washing up routinely, Roland then called Qi Shaoqiu: "Have you seen Jin Wenwen's situation these two days?"

"I'm too lazy to care about her." Qi Shaoqiu's extremely unhappy voice came from the phone: "I have paid her several thousand yuan for emergency treatment and hospitalization, and I've already lost a lot. I want me to see her, but I have no way to do it."

"Then just pretend to be back when you go to see the money." Roland quipped with a smile.

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to see her family." Qi Shaoqiu yawned: "If it's okay, I'll hang up the phone. I know you want to go to find her, but you want to ask the address of that bald uncle Gong. You can ask yourself, don't get me involved."

"It's the iron-headed kung fu."

Qi Shaoqiu said helplessly: "I care about his achievements... By the way, my little sister has made too much breakfast and can't finish it. Come and eat it. It is your favorite wonton noodles."

"Oh, I'll come."

When Roland thought of the wonton noodles made by Xisha, he immediately drooled.

What she cooks is really delicious.

He rode his bicycle to the Knife Museum for breakfast, chatted with Xisha for a while, and then came to the hospital with a shared bicycle.

After asking the nurse, I learned that Jin Wenwen had transferred from the ICU to the general ward, so I took the apple I bought on the way and looked for it.

When she found Jin Wenwen, she was lying on the hospital bed, with a middle-aged woman sitting next to her.

As soon as Roland walked over, Jin Wenwen saw him with a little surprised expression.

Roland said ok to the middle-aged woman, then put the apple on the cabinet next to the hospital bed, and said, "It seems that you should have nothing to do. You should be discharged from the hospital after a few days of rest."

"Thank you." Jin Wenwen had an operation on her body. It was not convenient to move now. She lay down and said slowly: "I saw you making a phone call before I was unconscious. It should be Qi Shaoqiu you notified."

Roland nodded.

At this time, the middle-aged woman next to her said unhappily: "What are you talking about about that man? A scumbag. His girlfriend suffered such a serious crime and such a miserable life. She just took a look at her, bah."

Roland said lightly: "Auntie, it's wrong for you to say this. Qi Shaoqiu is no longer Jin Wenwen's girlfriend. He is already very responsible for taking Jin Wenwen into the ambulance and helping her with first aid fees, signing the surgical consent form and other things. He can't ask for more."

"Aren't you Xiaowen's friend? Why do you help that man talk?" The middle-aged woman looked unrestless.

Roland sighed: "Qi Shaoqiu and I are friends, and we just know Jin Wenwen."

The middle-aged woman was a little surprised. She looked at Roland for a while: "Aren't you Xiaowen's suitor?"

"no."

The middle-aged woman's expression immediately became a little embarrassed.

Jin Wenwen interrupted at this time and said, "Mom, you go out for a while first, I'll talk to him."

"Okay, call me if you have anything."

Jin Wenwen nodded.

After the middle-aged woman left the ward, Jin Wenwen smiled and said, "Sorry, my mother has this personality, she speaks more straightforwardly."

Roland was quite surprised, and the sarcastic Jin Wenwen actually apologized.

"Don't show such expressions of seeing aliens." Jin Wenwen chuckled softly: "No matter how I say it, it's a person who almost died once. It's normal to have some understanding and change."

At this time, Jin Wenwen was less heroic, two more soft, and a little feminine.

It's not as annoying as before.

"You have time to talk to Qi Shaoqiu. If you have time, come and find me." Jin Wenwen showed some confusion: "I want to talk about the past. We both talked calmly. I was wrong in many things, but he was more or less responsible."

"Okay." Roland nodded: "I only help you pass the message. I don't guarantee whether he will come to see you."

"I understand." Seeing Roland agreeing, Jin Wenwen smiled quite casually: "Also, you are actually having something to come to see me this time. After all, you hate me very much. If there is nothing, it is absolutely impossible to come to see me."

Roland said 'um': "Actually, I want to know where the father and son who injured you live?"

"You want to learn martial arts with them?"

"I feel that iron-headed skill is quite powerful." Roland made an excuse casually.

You can't tell the matter about the energy cluster.

Jin Wenwen widened her eyes: "You can be bald when practicing iron head skills."

"Well, just look at it, you may not necessarily learn the iron-headed ritual." Roland felt a little cold sweat on his forehead.

The old man said that Tietou Gong was not the main reason for his baldness. Is he a lie?

But I went to the energy group, not the Iron Head Kung Fu, so it shouldn't matter... I hope that I can produce that kind of energy group if I practice Iron Head Kung Fu.

I am still young and my wife has not married. It seems that I am not good to be bald at a young age.

Looking at Roland's slightly stiff facial expression, Jin Wenwen chuckled twice. The laughing action touched the place where the surgery was in her chest, and she frowned in pain, but she endured it and said, "Okay, I'm sleepy too. If you have something to do, go and do it first. When I get sick in the future, I will invite you and Qi Shaoqiu to have a big meal. Thank you for being willing to lend a helping hand when you are in a bad situation with me."

This is very emotionally wise.

Roland completely confirmed that Jin Wenwen seemed to be really different from before.

You won't be taken over by human souls.

After getting the address from Jin Wenwen, Roland quickly found the old man on a shared bicycle.

A blue brick courtyard that is very common in rural areas.

The red wooden door opened wide. Roland walked over and saw an old man in the courtyard of Siheyuan stairs and was slapping his head with a red brick, which was very fast.

After smashing the red brick with the left hand, change to the right hand.

The red brick hit his head and immediately broke. The sound was a little dull. The brick slag fell on the ground and a circle of 'gravel layers' came out.

There was a stack of bricks in front of the old man, about fifty pieces. I didn't know how long the old man smashed all the bricks.

Then spread your hands upwards, then raise them to the top of your head and then slowly press them down, and perform a move to sink your qi into the Dantian.

Roland couldn't help but clap.

Awesome.

The old man turned around and saw that it was Roland, he was a little unhappy: "Young man, peeking at people to practice martial arts is a taboo... But now in the legal society, I won't pursue you anymore, old man."

Roland laughed and said, "Uncle is so proud, I'm here to learn..."

At this time, Roland's gaze passed over the old man. He suddenly saw that there were several invisible balls of energy floating in the "house" opposite the fifteen-meter-long yard.
Chapter completed!