The blood moon faded, and Luo Hongyi's eyes were full of anticipation.

"It's really worthy of your incarnation, and you actually walked out of your own transcendent path. ”

Qin Feng walked out of the void, and Luo Hongyi broke through to the reincarnation mirror with the help of the Great Avenue of Qi and Blood, and embarked on the road of Le Chao, but in her eyes, Qin Feng's strength seemed to be even more confusing

"In this world, there is no Tao you want, right? ”

"There is a little bit of need, qi and blood, yin and yang, two different ways of moving, it's fun. ”

Luo Hongyi glanced at Qin Feng and pursed his lips and smiled.

"Where is the next world?"

"Don't worry, this time we need to find a brother and sister and let him take a journey to the other world for us. ”

"What kind of person would make you have this delusion?"

Qin Feng snapped his fingers, and a teenager playing an e-sports match in Blue Star appeared in the arc screen.

......

"Song Ming, give Lao Tzu a close step, you use the charge, 9mm bullets will be given to you!"

"Lao Mu, the lethality of the charge is not enough, and I can't wear magnifiers. ”

With a bang, before the young man named Song Ming could reach him, he hit a cup on the head, and blood oozed directly from his forehead and flowed through his cheeks.

The tall young man named "Lao Mu" glared at him fiercely.

"Don't you know what you are? Do a good job as your sparring partner, you will give you whatever I want, and if you are disobedient, you will get out of it as soon as possible. ”

"Is this still the first in the country in the youth group? Have you eaten into the dog's stomach for the past three years?"

Song Ming lowered his head for only a second, and immediately raised his head to reveal a sunny smile.

"Got it, Brother Mu!"

This chicken was played very steadily, and in the end, Lao Mu ate chicken with 17 kills, while Song Ming only took a human head, and was counted out because of this.

The national champion in the youth category three years ago is now just a sparring partner for a third-rate club.

......

From seven o'clock in the morning to ten o'clock in the evening, Song Ming would come to the Tenglong Club alone to do sparring, 3,700 yuan a month.

For a bite of rice, Song Ming had to endure some things that ordinary people couldn't bear, just because of "a mouthful of rice"

On the way home from work, 19-year-old Song Ming was skilled enough to get a pack of Marlboro at the commissary.

He knocked the butt of his cigarette on the roller shutter, the faint light of the lighter held up all his dignity, and the TV in the store opposite was playing the recently popular costume drama, which was a little noisy

The e-sports industry is also a bowl of youth rice.

Three years ago, Song Ming was 16 years old, and he came to the magic capital with his sister alone, and joined the youth team of the AS club with his own skills, and there were 300,000 people in the chicken group across the country, and he only took one summer to win the championship.

Followed by various interviews, reports of e-sports geniuses, and opening a game live broadcast room, it was a mess.

He had more than 30 million in his bank account at most, until a national spring tournament, his e-sports debut, and lost to a new team with a little-known name in the first game.

That game was like a kick in the front of the building, Song Ming signed a gambling agreement before the game, as soon as he lost the game, all the chips on him became creditors, and more than 30 million yuan was zeroed overnight.

Immediately after, he was kicked out of the AS team and became a cancer in the industry.

There was only one reason why he lost the first match, and on the eve of the game, at the banquet held by the AS team, Song Ming only drank a glass of water, and as a result, his right hand hurt all night.

To this day, he didn't know who had done anything in that glass of water.

Call~

Song Ming exhaled a breath of turbidity, let's go home early, my sister should be in a hurry.

Squeak, the door opened halfway, and his little and cute sister Song Xia threw herself into his arms.

"Brother, big surprise!"

"Happy Birthday!"

Bang, the moment the lights light up the room, the balloons and birthday cakes are dazzling.

"What a birthday, I'm a waste, is this to celebrate that I'm destined to be a waste from the day I was born?"

"Brother, are you being bullied again?" Song Xia tried to capture Song Ming's eye fluctuations.

"No, no, I'm just ......" Song Ming looked at Song Xia's eyes and didn't know what to say for a while.

He's been under a lot of pressure for a while, and the oppressive real person can't kick it.

"Xia, let me be slow. ”

Song Ming gasped for breath and ran into the bathroom quickly, until he rinsed his face with clean water a few times, and he felt that the whole person was a little calmer.

Looking up at this old mirror, I bought it three years ago, hehe.

"God, instead of letting me abolish these three years, why don't you let me die just three years ago!"

He gritted his teeth and felt that his mouth was very sweet and smelled of blood.

This hand also shone red in front of the mirror, as if it was ......

Swish!

Song Ming suddenly realized something, his right hand felt very hot, and there was a warm current flowing in.

"The doctor said that it is impossible for my hand to return to the past, it belongs to the damage of chemicals to the nerves, and the real healing will have a feeling of dryness and heat, if there is one, it will be considered recovery. ”

The hands of professional players and the hands of ordinary people are at two levels of sensitivity, which determines the ability to cooperate with the mind.

"Natsu, is the computer still on?"

"It's always on!"

Song Ming would practice his technique for two more hours every night, so the computer was usually not turned off.

"Good, good!"

Song Ming rushed out of the bathroom, sat in front of the computer, and skillfully clicked on the game.

Eighty percent, ninety, one hundred.

He could almost hear his own heartbeat as he sat in front of the screen, his right hand getting hotter and hotter, and he could see a red blood light converging.

"Natsu, can you see the blood on my hands?"

"No, what are you talking about, brother!"

Song Xia looked at Song Ming in surprise, but saw a crazy side face, three years ago, when Song Ming won the youth championship, he was also so radiant.

"Brother, I'm back. ”

When this game landed, Song Ming of No. 3 only picked up a charge, which seemed to be fate, and he didn't even get the first level.

Just went on a rampage, the degree of cooperation of his hands was getting higher and higher, he only asked Song Xia one sentence, and he understood, this red light was an unknown thing, only he could see it.

And this state is absolutely the pinnacle!

Lord's youth is back!

No. 1: "Wow, No. 3, you're a tiger enough, you don't even have a piece of armor!"

The three-wheeled motorcycle galloped past, and No. 2 yelled in his voice: "Third child, what kind of rhythm are you, get in the car!"

In this wilderness, how could three men be able to squeeze in, Song Ming spoke excitedly.

"No, I'll ride my motorcycle to the finals. ”

Song Ming's words were very low, but No. 4, who had been shooting in P City, also said the first sentence because of this.

"Boy, if you win the game with just one charge in this game, you start the live broadcast, and Lao Tzu will brush you an emperor!"

The uncle's voice, which is full of vicissitudes and personal charm, should be said casually.

Song Ming didn't think much about it, and immediately replied with a "Okay!"

In this scene, Song Ming killed 14 heads, and the direct warm currents along the way converged in his right hand and flowed from the palm of his hand to his heart, and this red light stimulated his vision, hearing, and hand sensitivity.

There is a pro player's intuition, as well as a literacy bonus, and he is back to his peak in an instant.

A motorcycle, a charge, he killed until the eyes were red.

"The third child, your grandmother is really ruthless, if you give you 500 yuan, you can really win 20 million back. ”

"Hurry up, your little bike isn't fast enough. ”

The strength of Song Ming's teammates was unexpectedly strong, including Uncle No. 4 who reached the finals.

[7 Survivors, 14 Killed]

"Brothers, eat chicken tonight, good luck!"

Song Ming's little motorcycle rushed to the finals at a gallop, hissing, and the roar crushed everything.

Voldemort just wanted to jump out and give him a fatal shot.

Well, No. 1 threw a ***, and at the same time, No. 2 perfectly threw a ** the most responsive.

Bang!

This is just a mid-range game, but as Song Ming pressed down the front of the car and stopped, he jumped down, and 7.62mm bullets flew less than thirty meters on the opposite side

He held an enhanced version of the charge, firing 9mm** bullets one after another, and at the moment when the amount of blood remaining was less than a tenth of the enemy, the enemy emitted a green smoke.

The game screen changes instantly:

Good luck, eat chicken tonight!

Song Ming couldn't believe his eyes excitedly, the people in the room hadn't quit yet, and they were still in the original team.

No. 2 ruffian said angrily: "Third child, if your technique is not open, it will be against the sky." ”

No. 1 calmed down: "No. 3, if you don't have this skill to make a name for yourself professionally, but you hide in a corner for the rest of your life?"

This sentence directly woke up Song Ming, and he suddenly remembered that I am also a professional e-sports player.

A private message was sent, from No. 4, screen name: Daohuaxiang

"Young man, you must be an anchor, this technology can't be nameless, send your live broadcast room number to the whale. ”

Uncle Daohuaxiang is not joking?

Song Ming also has a live broadcast room, and it is not uncommon for 90% of professional players in the industry to have their own live broadcast room for sparring partners.

He quickly sent a string of numbers, and at the same time tried to call the live broadcast room.

Subscriptions for 133 people, which ......

Suddenly, there was one more person in the live broadcast room, 134

Before Song Ming could react, he received a message from the whale live broadcast.

"Rice Flower Fragrance" has been opened in your live broadcast room [Emperor]

This means that Song Ming can get a welfare share of 2,000 yuan, which is equivalent to more than half a month's salary.

Another barrage was swiped out in the live broadcast room:

"No one, you start the live broadcast, Lao Tzu will give you all the fish fillets returned by the emperor today!"

"Good!"

Song Ming only wanted to know this sentence, and the live broadcast of the four of them teaming up to open the black began.

All night, Song Xia had never seen his brother so happy.

There are more and more people in the live broadcast room, and there will be heat when swiping gifts, and the completely different styles of the four people also make a few curious visitors choose to subscribe.

At more than two o'clock in the morning, in addition to the gifts of Uncle "Daohuaxiang" one after another, the ten fish fillets, and thirty small gifts of fish fillets, some new viewers, also began to fly slowly in the live broadcast room.

Sand Sculpture No. 2: "Yes, third, your gift in the live broadcast room is ruthless enough, but you are not as ruthless as you are to charge and eat chicken!"

Gao Leng's No. 1: "No. 2, don't be joking, we are in the poison circle, it's very dangerous." ”

"It's so delicious, I didn't eat as much chicken last week as I did tonight!" Uncle Tyrant's No. 4.

Song Ming's various operations, especially the domineering way of eating chicken, also made the popularity of the live broadcast room rise quickly.

It wasn't until half past five in the morning that the team added each other's friends and quit the game.

"Sleep!" Song Ming said in the live broadcast room.

Soon, the barrage of sailors was brushed up one by one.

"Sleep!"

"Sleep!"

......

This night, the number of people in Song Ming's live broadcast room skyrocketed to 7,000, but he was still sleeping, and Song Ming couldn't open his eyes due to fatigue, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

At seven twenty, the word "Lao Mu" lit up on the mobile phone screen.