After thinking about it, it still didn't delay, Silica had no role, and there was a faint regret.

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I slept unusually deeply...

When I woke up, the mail markers in my field of vision flickered all the time.

After clicking on it, it was an inquiry from friends.

Before going to bed, Xiangkong sent them emails to return to the team, and then he lay down and fell asleep, and these emails were all their replies, and the content was roughly the same meaning, all asking him when he would return to the team.

Glancing at the number of mails, Xiangkong scratched his head in annoyance, and simply ignored it, anyway, it was almost time, and it was time to return to the team to participate in the strategy meeting.

"I'm really tired." After looking at the date, he realized that he had slept for a day and a night, and he was surprised and a little emotional, but this sleep was really comfortable.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he stroked the soft mattress, compared with the cold and hard floor in the labyrinth, and couldn't help but sigh softly, no one knew what he had suffered, and he endured the boundless darkness alone, and the main theme of every day was monotonous and boring.

But it's all over, and after that...

Xiangkong stood up, briefly washed and pushed the door out, went downstairs to the counter and checked out, pushed open the door in the dazzling light of noon, and merged into the crowd.

He didn't plan to participate in the boss strategy on the forty-ninth floor, and the monsters on the forty-ninth floor couldn't provide him with experience points at all.

After walking a little dazed on the street for a while, he stopped, as if he were standing at a crossroads, but he didn't know where the road was going.

After thinking about it, Xiangkong honestly sat on a chair on the side of the street, flipping through the 99 emails, one by one, some replying, some not replying, quite lengthy.

About half of the way through the email, he saw Argo's email.

"Rest well."

Looking at the simple four words, Xiangkong smiled slightly, and in vain there was a feeling that after returning home from work, his wife stood in front of the entrance and said softly, 'I'm back'. Unconsciously, I substituted myself into the fantasy scene, and the smile that seemed to be very gentle suddenly changed, and it seemed... It's kind of a**.

The mimic sunlight is extraordinarily dazzling, but it is not as hot as it should be, speaking of the touch of the climate is really a must, you can feel the softness of the spring breeze, but you can't feel the hot sun, when it rains, you will feel the water droplets on the skin a little cold, but you will not feel the bone-chilling cold.

In terms of climate, Ayn Grant focuses on enjoyment, but it is more human.

Now the season is the middle of summer, but the sun is as soft as spring, and the whole person is lazy. After flipping through and replying to those emails, he stretched his waist and suddenly felt a little sleepy.

"Speaking of which, Asuna didn't even reply to me." With a small yawn, Xiangkong thought with a little dissatisfaction, feeling that the sleepiness gradually deepened, and there was a suspicion that he had narcolepsy.

Find a place to take a nap.

After sleeping for a day and a night, it was okay if I wasn't hungry, but not long after I woke up, I felt sleepy after basking in the sun.

Sending an email to Argo to report the situation, he walked towards the branch path of the main street, the town's style architecture is a windmill, and the denser area of windmills is a bit like a wild area, with small stone paved roads running into the field, and windmills are arranged in a disorderly manner.

Xiangkong walked on the gravel road, and as far as the eye could see, there were several players, and it was obvious that this area was very suitable for walking.

He found a large tree with a lush canopy, sat directly at the bottom, and leaned against the trunk of the tree to raise his eyes, which was very similar to the place where Anime Ryasna slept for a long time, except that in front of the big tree there was no wall where Kirito sat in the anime.

Occasionally, a gust of wind with fragrant grass and earth stroked me, and my eyelids slowly relaxed, and I fell asleep in a drowsy state.

It's a safe zone, but it's not completely safe.

Xiangkong's sleep is not deep, but there is no need to worry too much, after he started to take a nap, Argo, who was far away in the upper echelons, was very helpless, wasn't it enough to sleep for so long?

I don't know that Argo quietly gave him the nickname of a pig's head, but Xiangkong slept soundly, and when he woke up, it was already daylight.

He opened his eyes, stretched wide, and was unusually full of energy.

"Cool."

I smashed my tongue, but my stomach was a little hungry, and I materialized black bread from the inventory and ate it with spring water.

As he ate, the mail icon suddenly lit up in his field of vision, and Xiangkong swallowed the remaining small piece of black bread in one bite, and clicked on the email, which was sent by Yaz.

"The basic information of the boss on the 49th floor has been mastered, and a combat meeting may be held tomorrow morning, and the strategy will start in the afternoon, are you coming?"

After Xiangkong left the team, Yaz, who was replaced, did no worse than him, and he contributed a lot to the reason why there were fewer casualties in so many layers of boss raids.

"Nope." Xiangkong doesn't plan to participate in the strategy of the forty-ninth floor,

Yaz was silent for a long time before replying.

"Let's get together, it's been a long time."

Looking at his reply, Xiangkong exhaled and slowly typed a word.

"Okay."

That night, Xiangkong came to the agreed place, which was a tavern, because it was located on the lower floor, the business was very deserted, and he saw Yaz and them at first sight when he pushed the door in.

Watermelon Head, Yaz, Fei Lang, and Zhan Lan are all here, but there is no Asa, that hearty man, who has now been buried in the land of the real world.

Walk over and sit down, grab a glass of beer and pour it in one go.

"Are you alright?"

After finishing a glass of beer in one go, Xiangkong asked softly, and after he finished speaking, he glanced at the people he hadn't seen for a long time.

Zhan Lan just lowered his head and drank alcohol, Asa's death seemed to have a great impact on him, and Fei Lang, the fat man, just showed a faint smile, but his temperament was not as jumpy as before, and Yaz seemed to have become stable and mature because of leading the team, and he had lost the shadow of provoking the atmosphere in the past.

If there is no change, there is only the watermelon head who is immersed in cold jokes at the moment.

People will always change...

And this world has accelerated change.

The atmosphere was a little dull, with this greeting from Xiangkong, Fei Lang smiled faintly and replied, and the watermelon head raised his head and nodded his head and lowered his head again, the blue eyebrows raised, and continued to drink, Yaz smiled and said: "It's okay." ”

It seems that because someone is missing, those pictures have become the past, precipitated in the memory and can never be retrieved.

casually talked to Yaz for a few words, without mentioning the strategy, and the enthusiasm on the wine table seemed to be buried in the past.

Xiangkong suddenly felt a little sad, and subconsciously raised his glass.

The watermelon head who was immersed in cold jokes picked up the cup and raised it, Yaz and Firang also raised the glass when they saw this, and Zhanlan, who had been drinking the stuffy wine, was slightly stunned, and after a while, he also raised his glass, and the five wooden cups made a crisp sound when they collided together, and then they drank it all in one go.

It was enough to clink glasses and drink with each other, and the sorrow in the chest faded in an instant.

If there are ghosts in the game, will you return to this world that you hate when you die?

Xiangkong put down the cup and looked up, as if he could see Asa standing behind Yaz, with a hearty smile on his face.