Where there is light, there is darkness. The brighter the light, the more intense the shadows. The confrontation between light and darkness lasted for a long time. But one day, the darkness swelled at a miraculous rate, obscuring all light.

December 19th.

This is the Necromancer, King's Landing of Death Bully!

Overnight, the empire was ruled by clouds and dark winds, and endless undead creatures flooded the town, turning the living into their companions! Without mercy, without mercy, Dev Brie waved his scepter and slaughtered his own people!

Elves and orcs could only evacuate the nation before the butcher's knife fell on them, and the humans paid the price of several provinces to intercept Devor Black's necromantic army. The dead become soldiers at the hands of mages, fearless to launch one charge after another against humanity. At that time, the large non-combat attrition was because many soldiers had to fight with their dead relatives and had a nervous breakdown. Dever Black brings not just death, but also despair. People were already numb from crying, and they could no longer have tears in their eyes, but turned to bleed.

That's where Dry Tears came about.

There is no celebration of this holiday. Maybe someone will cry, maybe someone won't, maybe someone will be like me, sitting on the roof, silently looking at the empty starry sky.

- "Gothic Continent Customs: Tears Dry Night"

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Dinner time.

Taking off his helmet, Qingyi called and ordered a pizza and browsed the forums.

There is no news on the "Gospel" forum that is worth paying attention to, nothing more than "the ghost fleet has been found on the south coast of the mainland" or "the Knights of Iron Hoof are coming". Speaking of the Knights of the Iron Hoof, that's so interesting...... These "Gothic" outsiders crucified heretics (and even players) to the Iron Cross, openly hostile to many heretics. The player who dropped out of the rank clashed with the Order after being resurrected, only to be beaten to the ground again - the Knights Leader appears to be a heroic NPC.

But "Goth" really happened to the big things. Previously, the Holy See sent an archbishop to suppress the Blood Emperor's Dark Eye, and when everyone thought that the "City of Ashes" was about to be destroyed, a mysterious necromancer stepped forward to drive the archbishop back to the cardinal. But this matter is not over yet, I don't know what agreement Darkeye and the mysterious necromancer have reached, and the necromancer has actually set off a death frenzy for him! The skeletons summoned by necromantic magic attacked at terrifying speeds, expanding the territory of Deathland, expanding and expanding, and the Holy See is currently struggling to support it. It has been confirmed by the Holy See that the necromancer is actually a Grand Lich (Heroic), and it is none other than Dev Brie, who once launched the "Night of Tears"!

What is it called? …… It's called hitting luck! If there is such a great master to accompany him to fight, let alone Olquila, even the south of the Iron Rope Mountains will become the land of Qingyi!

But what is even more rebellious is the "Huaxia" ghost and the sword. According to local necromantic players, Blade Warrior Mowgli has summoned a hero-level NPC at the Soul Conjuring Console a few days ago! This is different from the case of Darkeye, who may have a price, or Dever Brie who will not help wholeheartedly; But the sword soldier can command the opponent at will! After the emergence of this new help, Fengdu is also expanding outward at a high speed!

Aha, that's great. The combat effectiveness is not as sharp as the black edge, and the command ability is not as good as the bald eagle, and now the luck is also a big defeat.

However, Qingyi quickly adjusted his mentality and continued to quietly flip through the webpage. In fact, except for two or three seconds of emotion when he first watched the news, he did not leak any information on his face. Although he is the only one in the family, there is no need for him to hide it, but this is a good psychological hint. He hinted to himself: yes, I'm calm. This method was not given to him by Harvard, nor was Robert forcing him to learn it. He just got used to it naturally in the midst of pain and twists and turns. Even if you can't calm down for a while, as long as you control your facial muscles and pass certain psychological cues, your heart can magically be unwavering. As long as you stay calm, nothing is scary anymore, although ...... It's still going to be painful.

From now on, even if there is an illusion in front of him, he can no longer show a trace of weakness. The weak cannot keep their subordinates, and only the strong can ensure that no one betrays.

Ding-dong, ding-dong!

The doorbell rang. Qingyi was eating pizza, and at this time he had to get up and open the door. Outside the door is Dora, who lives downstairs. Dora tried her best to pretend to be generous, but in fact asked a little apprehensively: "Hey, Zhang, I have a party at my house, can you come?" ”

Just talk a few times and you're eligible to be invited?

Seeing that Qingyi didn't speak, Dora hurriedly added: "They are all young people, although there are some miscellaneous." ”

"But I don't know what to talk about. I didn't even know what to do at all. Qingyi couldn't help but smile and explained, "You may not believe it when you say it, I've never been to a party. ”

"Then you should go. Let me see...... What do you like? ”

"I love playing 'Qiankun'." Qingyi didn't think twice. Although he had no other hobbies, he paused for a short time and said, "I'll go." ”

"Really?" Dora apparently hadn't guessed the reply. She repeatedly confirmed Qingyi's expression, and then smiled sincerely: "Great, then come down now?" ”

Qingyi made a "please" gesture: "I haven't finished my pizza yet." ”

Five minutes later, Qingyi arrived at Dora's house and was solemnly introduced. This opening was also very smooth, because there were no discriminatory guys here. Everyone was happy to talk to this Chinese and ask about China. That's right, although Qingyi can't talk about basketball, fashion focus, or movies, he can talk about China; No one in the room knew China better than him, but he kept asking questions about China with curiosity. Sometimes he listens, sometimes he smiles, sometimes he speaks, and he becomes a small focus in the party, but who knows that this boy is actually not good at socializing?

Dora couldn't believe what was in front of her. Zhang, who can only reject people thousands of miles away, is dead, and here is a personable Zhang who can advance and retreat freely in social situations. Of course, this may have something to do with the fact that she kept the puppy in her room.

"Hey, that's your boyfriend? Very discerning! A female companion whispered to her, and the color of ridicule was overflowing.

"Just neighbors." Dora said strangely, but she couldn't help but look at Qingyi twice. She quickly added, more like talking to herself: "Is he really good?" It wasn't like that before......"

"Really not a boyfriend? Shall I give it a try? The female companion was overjoyed.

Dora said helplessly: "Go, go, go, I heard that he is from Guangdong, don't complain when he wants to eat rabbits or snakes." ”

The whole party ended in a happy atmosphere. In the midst of the fading rock music, the young people went out in twos and threes, and a few girls reluctantly left (they exchanged MSN and email addresses with Qingyi before leaving). Qingyi stayed until the end, but he had some unfinished thoughts on the party.

"I'll help you pack your things."

"Thank you."

With the stereo turned off, the room wasn't that bad, and even a little cute. Qingyi leaned over to pick up the food bag and stuffed it into the trash.

Dora suddenly spoke: "I've worked hard for you tonight, Zhang." ”

Qingyi turned her head to look at her. She also looked at Qingyi, her eyes were clear and bright, as if they would not be contaminated with dust. Qingyi smiled: "I'm very happy to be able to participate in this party." ”

"Really?" Dora looked at him for a moment before she sighed, "I don't know what you think. Maybe you're really happy. ”

"I need friends too, so I'm here for the party." Qingyi walked over and looked at Dora sincerely: "Remember to call me in the future." ”

"Well, good! Oops, there aren't enough garbage bags at home! ”

"I'll buy it." Qingyi didn't allow her to say anything, so he opened the door and walked downstairs.

"Hey!" Dora ran out of the door, only to find that the other party had disappeared into the hallway. She muttered and closed the door: "Can't you just go home and get it......"

It wasn't until he stepped on the sidewalk that Qingyi breathed a sigh of relief.

Are you really happy? Happy! Of course I was happy. It's really fun to be able to talk and laugh with everyone, exchange contact information, and become friends! But I always feel like I owe something.

Qingyi walked under the street lamp, and the evening breeze blew on his face and hands, trying to take away his body temperature. He didn't pay attention at all, he was obviously thinking, calculating, and summarizing.

Interpersonal communication is what it is, it's not difficult at all.

The impression of the first meeting is important. People with good looks, elegant conversation, and extraordinary temperament can make a good impression and communicate with others more easily; But people who are physically handicapped, mentally ill, and of low quality can easily build a bad impression. Therefore, the players who chose the Necrons in "Gankun" were not very welcome, and the situation was not eased until after the second turn (which could turn into a human form).

Of course, due to the preconceived nature of the people, there will always be times when people look away. A handsome person may have a femme fatale, a mediocre person can have a heart of gold, and it would be a mistake to make a choice based on just the first impression. Whether someone is worthy of deep friendship can only be determined in the long contact, "the road knows the horsepower, and the people can see the hearts of the people over time" is exactly what it means.

Black Sharp is pretty good, although it makes people want to flatten him at first. Qingyi thought. He began to analyze the people around him: the deadly stinger, the super burger king, and the unknown are all trustworthy; Pang Shui Yishan was just an unassertive teenager at first, but in fact, he also had a firm side, but it was a pity that he chose to firmly dissociate himself from him.

Thinking of this, Qingyi couldn't help frowning, and then forced himself to remain indifferent. His eyes widened and he flattened his furrowed eyebrows, which made his eyes very terrifying. Without eyelids, his distinctive black pupils exuded a chill, like two radioactive stones, and anyone who looked at them would die.

Is there anyone who looks away for himself?

Yes.

When I first met Schroeder Bray, I thought he was an ordinary profiteer, but he was not. He can be willing to make small profits, just for Qingyi to make a promise; He didn't need to take the initiative, he just sat back and waited for Qingyi to ask for help. With the above two points alone, he can control the Twilight Empire behind the scenes. Qingyi didn't know what Schroder's hole cards were, and he didn't know what Schroder's calculations were, he only knew that Schroder had greater ambitions than him. Schroeder Bray used the "profiteer" to disguise his fierce, crazy side, and even his past.

And in life, Harry did the same. At first, Qingyi thought that Harry was a normal employee, but as things unfolded, Harry slowly turned into a mercenary and ill-intentioned person. Qingyi first suspected Todd, then Edward, and finally Harry, which shows that Harry is hiding quite deeply.

Thinking about it, Qingyi almost crashed into a telephone pole. Only then did he notice that it was 7-11 next to him. Although I haven't bought a garbage bag here, I might as well go in and take a look, anyway, the family has run out of Coke, so you can buy it.

After entering, Qingyi picked out a large coke, thought about it and put it away. He doesn't have a good stomach, and if he drinks cold soda in this weather, he may have diarrhea. He came to the potato chip shelf. At this moment, a loud shout came from the counter: "Hurry up and hand over all the money!" Fast! ”

Qingyi turned his head and saw the man in front of him clearly. He really subconsciously said the name "Harry", and only after saying it did he realize that the other party was holding a black pistol.

Harry froze for a moment, then fired a shot at Qingyi. The shot hit the shelves, and several packets of potato chips exploded. When the potato chip crumbs were sprinkled on Qingyi's body, he still didn't react. All he heard was a thud, a sound so small that it was so small that it was even negligible. A faint white smoke drifted from the muzzle of the gun, as if it had just changed into a small magic.

In an instant, a great sense of fear made Qingyi's legs tremble. He had to lean back against the shelves and crouch down slowly, or his limp feet would make him fall. The bullets had been so close to him!

"Zhang, you shouldn't be here." Harry grinned, his teeth white.

A bloody mouth flashed in front of his eyes, about to devour himself completely. Beads of sweat kept oozing from Qingyi's skin, and the weather brought a cold feeling that made him uncomfortable. He felt his stomach churn and a lot of saliva under his tongue. No, no, can't vomit.

Bang.

Qingyi felt something get through his arm, and then his arm was a hot pain. Shot...... But, I'm calm. He lifted his face and looked into the muzzle of the black hole, feeling his soul shoot through the pores of his back, fleeing from his dying body. He forced himself to look at Harry, even though he was dizzy, dizzy, and sweaty.

"You ruined my job. I don't have any skills, I'm unemployed. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be like this. Harry's hands were shaking, and the trigger could be pulled every second, making the gun in his hand very dangerous. His face was also very bad: "It's all because of you!! ”

Catching a glimpse of the salesperson making a call, Qingyi believes that the police will come soon. He knew he had to say all sorts of nice things to keep Harry safe, and he had to drag it out until Harry was captured. This is a dangerous conversation, and if the conversation is not satisfactory on other occasions, it is only a loss of a chance to strike up a conversation, but if you say something wrong at this moment, you will die immediately.

This is not "Gankun".

Qingyi managed to make himself smile: "Harry, it doesn't have to be like this-"

Bang.

There was a burning pain between the shoulders and neck, and I could even feel fluid ejecting from the pressure. But Qingyi smiled more naturally: "You listen to me, put down the gun." You haven't killed anyone yet, it's not too late. Once you kill me, you will be imprisoned for life. But what about your mom? ”

Hearing the word "Mom", Harry's whole body was shocked.

Every bit of his time with Harry gathered in Qingyi's mind for him to analyze quickly. He could even see the first half of Harry's life: he didn't have a father since he was a child, and his mother relied on a grocery store to support the family; Growing up in poverty and hardship, he was discriminated against, he dropped out of high school, and he was jealous of the students of those colleges and universities. The money was always used quickly, and the tip had to be raised, but the new supervisor had to approach him to make plans; I lost face, but I didn't dare to tell my mother about my unemployment, so I had to come to a remote place to grab a grocery store and try my luck, who knew that I would meet an enemy here......

In an instant, Qingyi had already grasped the point. He was ninety-nine percent sure that he wouldn't get shot after saying the words: "You think about your mother." If you go to jail for murder, she's going to be very sad. You'll never see her for the rest of your life. Listen to me, put down the gun, you still have a chance. ”

"No, it's too late."

Harry raised his gun in a trembling manner.

Bang.