"Terror is so!" In the Yucheng store, a dragon took off the virtual instrument and pointed at the screen. "Ah...! The gods are strong, so it is...horrible!"

Throughout the store, there was silence at this time, except that the dragon was screaming and snarling.

At this time, I saw the boss coming forward: "I said how is this dragon?" You look at other people, don't look good, quiet, how can you scare you directly? ?"

"As a dragon, how are you so timid?!"

Gools quickly shut up and looked carefully around.

Sure enough, I saw that everyone was watching the drama seriously and motionless.

There is nothing that is scared and shouted.

Very quiet.

Then I took another look at the two sides of Swein and Hematon, which were opposite each other.

Is the great Gouls really the most timid! ?

"Ben Long... Ben Long went to the toilet himself!" Demon Guls shouted loudly.

Then stood up with the chair.

At this time, the opposite Swyne and Hematon looked at each other: "..."

The two feet under the table, hehe...

A tremble.

"His Lord Swein, can you get up now...?"

Swein’s face does not change color: “Temporarily...no!”

"..."

......

The reopened system "new cultivation room", Fang Qi still has a small number of three days.

In the cultivation room, the road was familiar with the figure of the palm of the hand, and gradually became alive, and then gradually went out.

The shadows of various weapons such as knives and swords bloomed with the Huaguang they should have.

Then, wearing a black robes, majestic and noble figure, gradually solidified from his front, and his palms flipped: "Hand of God!"

"The Vortex of God!"

"Thunder of God!"

"..." The boss's face was black and fell to the ground.

End of cultivation:

Synchronization rate: 0%

Move synchronization rate: 0%

Gain experience value: 0%

"Call..." The boss of the party took a deep breath.

These days, Fang Qi has kept the live and practice in the morning almost every day, and continues to practice the tight rhythm in the afternoon and evening.

Not like the past, I often have extra time, I want to play what I want to play, I want to go there and go shopping.

Under the night, a light blue crescent moon is dotted with a dark night sky, and the night is already deep.

Wiped a sweat on the forehead, took a bottle of cola, and sipped.

And just when it was already quiet in the night, Fang Qi’s communication jade unexpectedly rang.

This time, in another store, Jiuhuacheng store.

I walked into the Jiuhuacheng store and saw a few young girls, squatting on the computer desk, and fell asleep. There were several high-ranking monks like An Huwei, who saw Fang Kai coming over and hurried up. .

"How did they sleep here?" asked the boss.

Most of them are students of Lingyun University, like Song Qingfeng and Xiqi.

Even girls like Xu Zixin are no exception.

"Let's take a look." Nalan Mingxue waved him and waved. "Evaluate, what about this promotional video?"

After that, I opened a new video on my computer. I can buy the corresponding program in "My Space". It is not completely impossible.

Just let these people who are full of martial arts and repairs make these things...

In fact, the boss of the party did not expect that, originally thought, perhaps for a while will give up.

The video opens, and the oncoming is a light blue butterfly flying over, white snow like a picture, with a girl's clean.

Then there is color, each game's picture is staggered in front of the camera, perhaps some oysters and dull, the background music is matched with one.

The wind blows rain into flowers.

It seems as if in a plain tone, the year we first contacted.

Also left a big story about our own heroes.

The first time I saw Yu Jian, the excited eyes flashed, and the ensuing, but the ending is the tragedy and desolate.

In the assembly of the various guilds, the figure of the Imperial City PK is still vivid.

When the large group of people sat around the arcade hall in the boss's space, they were crazy and they seemed to be still yesterday.

There was excitement when opening the service and the vibration of the first PK competition.

That was their first, second, third time...to know the players and friends from all over the world.

As for the latter... It was in the broader, called vast world that they first discovered that there were so many Western Pacific friends.

It is like a story in a long scroll. The writings describe the joys and feelings of the past. There are newcomers and old people. At the end of the story, only a group of photos that remain in memory are left.

Seriously, you may be able to find one or two familiar faces, and those innocent smiles in the past.

"The big snow asks you not to erase, the traces of our together."

"The snow can't be erased, we give each other a mark."

Looking at these young girls who are lying on the computer desk of the Internet cafe without image...

No... Time flies, now they may no longer be called young girls.

Even if they are still young~lightnovelpub.net~ The young girls of that year have now faded a lot of greens on their faces, and replaced them with a touch of stability that adults should have.

They may have been tired, and the boss smiled and unknowingly, and between them, they have known each other for several years: "When can the activity start, what do you do so urgently?"

“When can the event start, but in some days, if you miss it, you have to wait a year.”

The boss is a bit strange: "What day?"

Nalan Mingqi gave him a strange look: "You don't know?"

"I don't know..." The boss looked at these familiar faces. "It's more than a year, not hundreds of years."

He yawned and was obviously very tired: "Hurry and take a break. There are a lot of extra rooms in my store."

He pointed at them and said, "Don't sleep, it's cold."

"Right, what kind of activities did you design?"

"You will know when you get there." She looked at the dark sky outside the store, and a pair of bright scorpions seemed to blend into the depths of the stars.

I looked back at the screen again.

The heart can not help but give birth to an unnamed feeling.

For a time, I can't help but hope that the story compiled by them can be longer. It belongs to them, the story of youth, even if the people in the story are mostly like her, from the initial high point, gradually mediocrity.

It is not necessarily impossible to sing the mediocrity.

......

At this time, Fang Boss and Yu Zhiwei and Xiao Yulu took several clerk to move the men and women who slept like dead pigs back to the room.

At this moment, I only listened to Song Qingfeng’s groan and smashed up from the seat: “Hey... five kills!”

"Five kills? How can there be five kills??"

"Where is it??" A group of people instantly screamed and stunned.