It was getting late, and an evening shade of red covered the entire grove. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Hong Qigong is looking at Takizawa Lola or Teacher Cang, (anti-inflammatory) I don't know, but he is now sweating profusely, and the difficulty of "Eighteen Palms of the Descending Dragon" is beyond her imagination.

From the cheats to hand, two hours have passed.

However, the [Huang Rong] of the (anti-inflammatory) crossing has made no progress, on the contrary, Guo Jing, who has learned with him, has already practiced the first palm - Kang Long has regrets.

I saw Guo Jing's left leg slightly bent, his right arm bent inward, his right palm drew a circle, snorted, pushed outward, and swept his palm to a pine tree in front of him.

He drew a semicircle with his left hand, and pushed it out with a palm of his right hand, which was the [Kanglong has regrets] in "Eighteen Palms of the Descending Dragon"

Nima~

This nerd knows how to palm, but I haven't figured it out yet.

"Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descent" is infinitely powerful, rigid to strong, and endless, it is indeed not suitable for girls to practice, but the problem is, the task requires time for one day, do you have to admit that you have failed?

"Rong'er, don't worry... With your wisdom, you'll learn it soon?"

[Huang Rong] looked at Guo Jing and asked angrily. "How fast is it soon?"

Guo Jing was a little dumbfounded, he thought to himself, he was just comforting words.

"It shouldn't be more than 3 months..."Eighteen Palms of the Descending Dragon" has eighteen styles, and within 3 months, Rong'er should be able to learn 2 styles..."

"My Fack??"

[Huang Rong] was stunned. "In 3 months, I will learn 2 styles, what an international joke!"

[Huang Rong] clenched the cheats and looked firm. "I have to learn it all in one day!"

Guo Jing shook his head.

"Rong'er, learning martial arts must be gradual, it's impossible, a big fat man can be eaten in one bite..."

Bang Bang Bang ~

[Huang Rong] stretched out her little hand and patted Guo Jing's shoulder.

"You're talking about ordinary mortals, I'm not—"

When Guo Jing was questioning a mark, he saw [Huang Rong] take out a [Transformation Card (Rukia)] directly from the system inventory.

"Rong'er, what are you going to do?" Guo Jing felt that [Huang Rong] at this moment, the expression on her lovely and beautiful face was a little terrifying.

"I'm going to transform... Guo Jing, don't be too surprised for a while~"

After speaking, as soon as he pressed the [Transformation Card] switch, it immediately sounded out of thin air.

duang～

In the world of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", I saw that the original [Huang Rong] immediately turned into a two-dimensional [Rukia], wearing a black death costume, and a blind soul slashing knife flashing at his waist...

“……”

Guo Jing on the side was completely stupid, and the whole person seemed to be petrified.

"Guo Jing, I don't have much time, you just look at it from the sidelines... I'm going to learn "Eighteen Palms of the Dragon". ”

[Rukia] is a god of death, and he has spiritual power in his body, and he doesn't know how much stronger than [Huang Rong] in mortal body...

Sure enough!

This "Eighteen Palms of the Descending Dragon" is like a geometric math problem in junior high school, and for the mortal [Huang Rong], it is like a primary school student doing a junior high school student's problem.

However, after transforming into the Grim Reaper [Rukia], it's like a high school student coming to do a junior high school student's question.

In particular, [Rukia] also has the spiritual power of the god of death in her body...

After a while-

Under the stunned Guo Jing, who was completely petrified on the side, [Rukia] learned the first palm [Kang Long has regrets].

The second palm [Flying Dragon in the Sky]

The third palm [see the dragon in the field]

The Fourth Palm [Don't Use the Hidden Dragon]

The Fifth Palm [Shocking Hundred Miles]

Sixth Palm [or Leap in the Abyss]

The Seventh Palm [Suddenly]

The Eighth Palm [Double Dragon Water Extraction]

The Ninth Palm [Dragon Tail Swing]

…

In less than an hour, [Rukia] had already learned the "Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descent", and it was used with spiritual power rather than internal force, which was amazingly powerful.

Night is falling, and the sky is full of stars.

"Guo Jing, I'm leaving..."

Guo Jing was still stunned in place, and all around, all of them were full of devastation left by [Rukia] after practicing.

"Guo Jing, I'm really leaving..."

Just when the [Rukia] communication system was about to cross back, Guo Jing strode over. The expression on his face was extremely complicated.

"Rong'er, you, will you come back?"

Rukia smiled, and she replied before she landed through a black hole.

"Yes, I'll be back—"

…

"It's glaring..."

When he came back this time, he was slightly stunned.

Maybe it's just practicing in another world, and the brain is a little short-circuited.

In the real world now, it is still noon, Xiao Yan sat on the bed, thought about it for a long time, and then remembered that he decided to come back to eat after the crossing.

I went down and had a meal.

Walking on the street, watching modern people coming and going, listening to the roar of the engine of the car rushing by...

I don't know if it's because he's crossed too many times recently, he can't tell the difference, reality and illusion.

The world traversed is too real, and those people, those things, seem to be lively all the time.

However!

Once back, the real world is still huge, but it seems...

The whole world, on its own...

The emotions that I never felt were like a flood of beasts at this moment, surging over, trying to drown all the emotions of anti-inflammatory...

Loneliness -

It's called loneliness!

Anti-inflammatory smiled self-deprecatingly. "What's wrong with you, how can you feel this way?"

…

Because he had traveled for too long, when he wanted to take his mobile phone and call a friend or relative to say hello, he remembered that his mobile phone was given to Hong Qigong from the other world.

And when he got his mobile phone, returned home, put the SIM card on, and looked at the name of the person in the familiar phone book, he didn't know who to call?

It seems like everyone is busy...

I don't know why, the interest in reducing inflammation suddenly became very low, and even the reward of this side quest 2, he didn't want to check it so urgently.

In the whole huge small suite, there seems to be only the sound of the clock ticking ~ ticking ~ in the hall.

"The Condor Heroes", "Naruto", "Lao Jiumen", "Death", "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", almost all the people and things in these worlds, at this moment, came to mind.

He transformed into [Little Dragon Girl], transformed into [White], transformed into [Yin Xinyue], transformed into [Rukia], transformed into [Huang Rong]... In the other world, the people who interacted with her. [Yang Guo] [Naruto] [Sakura] [Kakashi] [Zai Bu Chop] [Buddha] [Second Master] [Girl] [Unpredictable] [Xie Jiuye] [Qi Tiezui] [Void] [Kurosaki Ichigo] [Daixu] [Inoue Orihime] [Corpse Soul Realm] [Aizen] [Ichimaru Gin] [Matsumoto Ranju] [Yamamoto Motoyanagisai Shigekoku] [Hong Qigong] [Hua Zheng] [Guo Jing]...

Unconsciously, there are so many people and so many things.

Comparing them to each other, it seems that his real world has become less than worth mentioning.

Fat man [Wang owes] [charter wife]... Every day, at two o'clock and one line, it seems that everything has become extremely empty.

Anti-inflammatory doesn't like this feeling...

He knew it was a negative, depressed emotion that would make people depressed.

Thereupon!

He turned on the computer and started surfing the Internet, previous games, anime, idol dramas, forums... It's all obsessed with him, but now, it seems that nothing has become meaningless...

Even the live broadcast has no passion.

He didn't know, what was wrong with him?

Could it be the Crossing Transformation Syndrome...

The time, in the midst of the anti-inflammatory search, slowly came to the evening.

The sunset outside the window actually made the inflammation feel a little terrible...

In the entire empty suite, there is only the ticking ~ bell, the depression and depression of the mood, so that Xiaoyan doesn't even want to go out of the door, doesn't want to walk on the road that is getting dark, doesn't want to look at strange others to talk and laugh, and he doesn't seem to be able to find the slightest interest...

Soak the noodles!

I used to love instant noodles so much, but at this moment, it's hard to swallow...

Xiao Yan sat on the sofa in the living room, the whole person fell silent, and the sky outside the window was getting darker and darker...

"What the hell is wrong with me??"

Ding Dong――

And just when the anti-inflammatory depression reached the extreme, the doorbell suddenly rang outside the door.

It seems to be like a thunderclap, which will wake up the inflammation in an instant.

He seemed to be a little flustered to open the door, he was even nervous, he was afraid that he was just selling insurance or delivering couriers, and he didn't know what he was looking for at this moment... Because, he hasn't figured out what his depression is all about...

Until, the door opened.

A cute round-faced girl with a subordinate Oupai stood timidly outside the door, seemingly holding something in her hands, but she was hiding behind her.

"Anti-inflammatory brother... I, I came here alone... But can I stay with you for one night tonight?"

Seeing that Fang Yuanyuan hadn't started to speak, Xiao Yan's little face was blushing, white and red. The haze that had been depressed for a long time in my heart disappeared.

At this moment, he finally knew all the reasons.

That's right, he's just so lonely-

Just one person... Anyone can do it, even if it's just, just a little bit... Let him feel the real feelings in real life...

After all, no matter how many worlds he travels through, how many people and how many things he comes into contact with.

When he travels back, he is still a person in the real world after all - he is anti-inflammatory!

"Come in—" Xiao Yan said to Fang Yuanyuan with a smile.

"There are two bedrooms in the house, which room do you want to sleep in tonight, choose what~"