The whirlpool of darkness shot out a brilliant ball of light, like a warm winter sun dispelling the darkness.

"Haha, die!"

Poof! The sound of spring water gushing.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! ”

"Childe, let's go on the road cleanly!"

"No.... Want...... Yes.... Ugh"

"What the four sons of Anshan, bah bah! A bunch of soft eggs! ”

.............

Like the whispering of a demon, all kinds of vague and chaotic sounds echoed in the world of consciousness, constantly impacting the scattered and painful will.

Cold, tingling pain permeated his body, his whole body convulsed, shivered, and he breathed like a bellows.

"Whew...... Whew......"

The eyelids were heavy and trembling slightly, and the blurred eyes opened little by little.

Burst! It seemed to be a hot spring spray on his face, smelling the rich smell of blood, a strong pungent smell, Yang Qi's pupils constricted, and his blurred vision slowly returned to clarity.

"Huh..... Ha...... This one didn't fall to his death. ”

With a bearded and hideous and terrifying face, holding a long knife, the tip of the knife dripped beads of blood the size of beans, looking at Yang Qi playfully, walking step by step.

The footsteps were not hurried, but every step, like the vibration of a drumbeat, knocked hard in Yang Qi's heart.

It was like the whisper of death.

Yang Qi touched the blood on his face and the sticky foreign body feeling between his fingers, and his mind cleared up a lot.

Level ground! Level ground!

In the face of this sense of hopelessness of imminent death, the heart and arteries kept beating violently.

A rush of blood rushed to my heart, and my head swelled violently, bringing with it a strong sense of dizziness, which was fear, fear of death, instinctive fear, unimaginable fear.

"Where is this? Where am I? What happened? ”

"No, I ..... Won't die! Nor can it ...... Die! ”

Yang Qi grabbed a silver-white wax gun next to him, and the moment he held the silver gun, a trace of inexplicable familiarity spread throughout his body, and his instinctive memory seemed to be a part of his body, as if he had held it countless times, cordial, casual and wielded freely.

"Little boy, you can still carry a little silver gun! Do you want me to help you..... Ha ha... Ha ....."

Mocking, wanton laughter, the surrounding bursts of laughter echoed in the ears.

A fresh breeze blew, and the smell of blood rushed to the face.

Yang Qi's eyes flashed cold, calm and tough, sharp and cold.

Supporting the upper body, the layers of strength were transmitted, from the waist to the chest, and then to the shoulders and arms, and stabbed out fiercely.

Phew!

As the saying goes, where the heart goes, where the gun goes, the heart moves and the gun comes out.

A flash of silver light struck, startling like a dragon, piercing the air.

Burst!

The silver spear pierced his chest, and blood flowed out like a spring.

Unbelievable and shocked faces, looking at Yang Qi, then looking at the silver gun, touching the bleeding wound with his hand, stretching out his five fingers, thick blood, dilated pupils, and staring at his five fingers, as if he couldn't believe that this was true, standing dumbfounded, like a wooden stake, motionless.

With a whoosh, Yang Qi's arm shrank, the silver spear was retracted, and it was erected straight, with the tail of the gun as a support point, before he barely stood up.

"What the hell happened to me?"

The moment Yang Qi had this idea, a strong stinging pain welled up in his mind, and a buzzing and piercing sound came from his ears.

The irritability and chest tightness made Yang Qi extremely painful, and he let out a long roar before his heart calmed down a little.

Yang Qi vaguely remembers that he was playing a virtual strategy game called Lord of the Dawn of the Empire.

In the game, countries around the world are in turbulent times. Located on the eastern coast of the mainland, the Dahong Empire was the largest and strongest empire in the east, with a total of twenty-six counties under its rule.

Yang Qi is also one of the preferred forces after most Chinese players create a character, and set the spawn point in Ansan County.

After ten years of operation, the servers will undergo a massive update. After the update is completed, the world moves from cold weapons to hot weapons.

Before the server was shut down, the character created by Yang Qi was riding a Qingyun horse, wearing a silver dragon iron armor and holding a stainless steel silver gun, leisurely enjoying the beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers in Ansan County.

A group of mountains are undulating, layered and lush, and the clouds and mist are like a beautiful picture scroll.

"It's a real world!" Yang Qi admired from the bottom of his heart, this game is too real.

At this point, the server shuts down, and for a moment it goes dark......

But..... What happened next?

There was no memory at all, and at the moment of this thought, a strong tingling sensation welled up from his mind, a raging flame was burning, and countless ants were gnawing at the flesh and blood.

Scenes suddenly broke into Yang Qi's memory.

"Qi'er, come here, haha.... It's almost over. A young girl was waving at him.

"You son of a, beat you to death! What a catastrophe! With a white beard and a slightly bulging belly, he looked like a businessman, holding a one-foot long stick and waving it fiercely, his eyes permeated with pain and anger.

"Qi'er, don't look, leave quickly!" A horse-drawn carriage sped away, and countless houses were engulfed in flames.

"This is our new home, Qi'er" The gray-white stone wall, the vermilion iron gate, the red lantern hanging, the two stone lions in front of the gate, the surroundings are quiet, and the mansion seems quiet and quiet.

"It's rare for our four Ansan heroes to get together and go mountaineering together." The other three young heroes all applauded and traveled together.

"Not good, Young Master Yang be careful!" There was a neighing, accompanied by the wailing of the horse, Yang Qi fell from the carriage, his consciousness was dark, and he fainted.

All the memories, like a movie, are played to the last scene, and then they end in an instant.

"Hmm...... This is the standard Xiucai opening plot, am I reopening? The more Yang Qi thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible, after all, this game was very real, the peak of virtual reality technology, and it was said that it was inseparable from the real world.

In 2800 AD, the earth was unified, the Earth Federation was established, and the cosmic age was officially entered, vigorously colonizing various planets, developing resources and developing the economy.

The United Nations General Assembly, which was composed of the five permanent members of the United Nations Council, has been upgraded to the Federal Parliament, and the five hooligans still hold the supreme power.

But the concept of the state is no longer there, the internal strife of the planet is over, the economy is vigorously developed, and there is unprecedented unity and prosperity.

Hunger, poverty, and war have all been eliminated, and the material life is extremely rich and developed, even if you don't work at home, you can live without worries.

For the sake of harmony and tranquility, and in order to give the citizens of the Federation something to do, the Earth Federation has developed this virtual holographic game for all.

After seeing the propaganda of the federal government, Yang Qi immediately participated in this game, and soon became addicted to it.

The mind was dizzy again, and there was a burst of pain from the right side of the head, Yang Qi touched it, and his hands were full of blood, which seemed to be a wound caused by the fall of the carriage.

"It hurts, it's too real, obviously the pain is adjusted to 30 percent." The pain sensation can be set freely, and 30% of the pain sensation is at most the degree of slapping the palm of the hand.

Standing in place, Yang Qi began to surround the surroundings, looking at Yang Qi with a look of surprise on his face.

Black turban, gray linen, armed with a long knife, standard Ansan bandit equipment. In the early days, Yang Qi brushed up the thieves every day to upgrade and practice martial arts, and was extremely familiar with their moves and movements.

It's a pity that Yang Qi's ears are buzzing, and he can't hear what the other party said clearly.

A burly thief pointed at Yang Qi and shouted, but seeing a few thieves with knives surrounding him, it was obviously not a good word.