After taking a break for a while, I deliberately chose to go online at noon.

At this time, several players in the inn should have gone out for activities, so they don't have to worry about the embarrassment of bumping into each other.

She went downstairs to the lobby and ordered a bowl of noodles to eat.

Many years ago, eating in the game was a courageous thing due to the rough model and the strange taste, and was even used as a means of punishment by some gangs.

Unconsciously, with the advancement of technology, eating in the virtual world has changed from a torment to something that can be enjoyed slowly by calming down.

After eating a bite of noodles in March, I looked at the green onions floating on the noodle soup, and remembered the noodle restaurant in front of my house when I was a child, and the noodles in that shop also liked to put a lot of green onions, which was very fragrant.

However, more than a decade ago, the noodle shop closed.

In contrast to the boom in the virtual economy, the real economy has suffered a devastating blow. While holographic technology is becoming more and more perfect, a large number of physical stores are closing.

Some things, keeping up with the trend of the times, are thriving; Some industries have been abandoned by the times and disappeared without a trace.

People are always numb to the little changes in their lives, and often many years later, when they look back, they realize what they lost at the beginning.

March looked at the noodle bowl in a daze, and unconsciously stirred the noodle soup with chopsticks.

If she had known that the time with her family was so short, she would definitely cherish that time.

But now, it's too late.

She was in a low mood and picked up a mouthful of noodles and brought it to her mouth, but she couldn't eat anything. I had no choice but to put down my chopsticks, put on a masked towel, and went out for a walk.

Muyue Cliff.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, the tourists dispersed, and the cliff was empty.

The wind blows, and the leaves of the trees rustle.

March stood under the Wishing Tree for a while when she suddenly felt someone approaching.

Not wanting to be disturbed, she jumped and hid in the canopy, then using "invisibility".

The invisibility technique immediately enters a state of invisibility, making others unable to see themselves, and the state of invisibility continues to consume stamina. Ineffective against some special targets. This status is removed by activating skills or using items.

The effect of the skill is similar to that of the Invisibility Potion, and you don't have to endure the bitter smell of the medicine.

While using invisibility will continue to consume stamina, it will be consumed slowly. According to March estimates, without using other skills, Asamei's stamina is enough to maintain invisibility for three hours.

A black figure walked slowly under the tree.

In August, there was a sudden snowfall.

Countless pieces of paper fell from the trees, one after another, like falling snow.

March was dumbfounded, how long has this benevolent brother confiscated the letter? The mailbox is bursting!

A blank note fell from the top of her head and grazed her shoulder, making an unusual noise.

The man raised his head and glanced at the tree, his eyebrows were like green edges, and his eyes were like cold stars, it was Fulong Fengfan.

She quickly held her breath and curled up so as not to notice someone in the tree.

How can Feng Pan have so many letters...... Could it be that it was sent by people from the Nangong family and the Fulong family? NPCs, can they write letters too?

On closer inspection, most of these notes are blank, and nothing is written!

This...... Could it be that the delay in hearing back from the wind caused the sender to lose patience and bombard himself with blank mail instead?

The snow has finally fallen. Feng Pan stood in the paper all over the ground, looking a little helpless, leaning over and slowly tidying up.

There were not many letters with contents, and he quickly read them, gathered all the notes into a pile, took out the fire, and lit them.

A puff of green smoke rose from the pile of paper, and the smell of burnt paste came to my nose.

Burn garbage, pollute the environment! March covered her mouth and nose with a masked towel and condemned it in her heart.

After disposing of the pile of waste paper, Feng Pan was about to leave, and a white-clothed swordsman approached Xu Bu and said loudly, "Your Excellency, please stay." ”

Hearing a familiar voice, March was stunned. Conservation came from Penglai so quickly?

"What's the matter?" The wind heard the words and stopped.

"Conservation in the lower easterly wind. Your Excellency is the patriarch of the Fulong family, and Fulong is popular? ”

"That's right."

"Where's the tears?"

"Dead." Feng Pan paused and replied.

"How did you die?" Conservation narrowed his eyes and asked.

"I met the enemy in Taoyuan Village. Pray for tears to save me, and for my enemies, to die together. Feng Pan spoke very slowly, and his voice was dry.

"Why didn't you die?" Conservation asked coldly.

March was shocked, why is this line so familiar?

Isn't that what Asami said?

When Yin Jue died, Qianmei questioned her like this!

Seeing that Feng Pan was silent, Shouheng sneered and brushed his sleeves away.

March breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately he couldn't attack others in the main city, otherwise, depending on the situation, the two would inevitably have to fight.

It's just that a question lingers in her heart, why does Conservation care so much about praying tears?

Judging by the anger he just showed, this care didn't seem to be fake.

After the conservation left, the wind looked at the clouds and mist under the cliff, and was speechless.

He probably wanted to kill himself, right?

Muyue Cliff is so high, eighty percent of it will turn into meat if it falls.

Maybe...... It's better to choose to commit suicide by taking poison......

Even though the game has a pain-relieving feature, March never dared to try to die by jumping off a cliff.

- Who knows if people are still conscious at the moment when they fall into a meatloaf?

"Come out." Feng Pan said with his back to the wishing tree.

Realizing that he had been exposed a long time ago, March lifted his invisibility, jumped off a tree, and walked behind him.

Looking at the assassin's back, she couldn't help but wonder if she should push him from behind and help him end this painful life sooner.

Feng Pan stood steadily on the edge of the cliff, unaware that March had conceived countless suicide methods for him in his head.

He turned, his eyes flashed, and he said, "It's you again." ”

"It's fate to meet thousands of miles away, it's not that enemies don't get together." March replied casually.

"My name is Fulong Fengfan. What is your role called? ”

March looked into his eyes and said softly, "Beichen is shallow." ”

"It's a good name." Wind Floodway.

"Thank you."

Where is this name good, why didn't she see it? Isn't it all randomly generated by the system?

After a short silence, March saw that Feng Fan didn't mean to speak for a long time, and asked, "I heard that the territory of the Fulong family is on Penglai Island, dare to ask what the patriarch is doing in Yingzhou?" ”

"I came to Yingzhou to join up with the other Destiny Beings." Feng Pan said, "I am the Destiny of the Nangong Family, so I naturally have to fulfill my responsibilities. With that, he turned and walked away.

Moreover, it is also the last wish of the tears.

He didn't say it, but March knew it.

"Conservation is the destiny of the Dongfeng family." March said to his back, "You guys just seemed to have a very unpleasant scene. ”

Feng Fan's footsteps paused, but after all, he didn't answer, and walked away in a blink of an eye.

The breeze was blowing, and the whole body was cold, and March knew that it was the fire beads that reacted again, rubbed his arms, and slowly paced towards the market.

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