Pigeon by the Window

I, Fang Cheng, an Immortal.
Although I had developed many hit games, there was one question I never quite figured out.
Games, why are you fun?

To ascend, I had no choice but to create games

Fang Cheng looked at Xiemen Waidao, feeling a bit surprised.


He was indeed his destined rival, so understanding of his own thinking.


Xiemen Waidao, however, didn't notice Fang Cheng's surprise and continued, "Therefore, we need to devise a detailed travel plan and then try to venture into other players' territories."


"Then we find other players and have a great time playing with them! I have many interesting games, and I'm sure they'll be so engrossed that they'll forget about returning home. When playing games, you've got to play with a smile."


Looking at the smug Xiemen Waidao, Fang Cheng felt that his rival was indeed deserving of the title, always thinking outside the box.


But for now, his plans didn't seem to go beyond the framework of the game, so Fang Cheng continued to ask, "Can't we just apply to play with them directly?"


"That won't work, they're stingy and won't play with me." Xiemen Waidao puffed up his cheeks like a pufferfish, grumbling dissatisfied.


Chapter 501: We Should Be More Miserable_2