(Must see: I want to have a heart-to-heart conversation with my friends.)

About passion: Why is it extremely difficult for the online game genre to become popular in the later stage? It's because of passion, like if you play a certain game, you think it's fun a day or two ago, but after half a month, a month, you get tired of losing your passion, the same is true of League of Legends, and now there are many people who have given up League of Legends, one is because they don't play often and are abused or pitted, and the other is that they lose their initial passion.

League of Legends,All the way to the later stage,In addition to the competition,There's really no more.,Another good book of glory of kings.,It's over with more than two million words.,And the competition,Although it's written very well in the middle and late stages.,But there's no sense of passion.,It's related to the category rather than the strength of the author.,After all, it's just a simple online game competition.。

Passion is like happiness, it's just a state of mind, and it can't last, so I added the fantasy element, otherwise it would have been over in more than two million words, and I believe this is what many true love fans don't want to see.

So much,I want to tell you,Some partners feel that the later stage of this book has lost the previous passion.,It's not that I can't write it.,But the online game type can only be like this.,This type,It's just the public.,Not more than the fantasy fairy city has been creating a new world view or emotion.,So I can be passionate to the end.,I didn't lose my original intention.,Everyone watched more than a dozen high-energy sci-fi movies in a row.,Playing the same mobile game.,It's also passionate.,The same is true in the game.,Especially League of Legends.,League of Legends can write more than three million words It's too little and too little., It's not easy for me to write so far, so why not look at something other than passion?

I hope that some friends who love League of Legends will relax and don't look at this book with scrutinizing eyes, I just want to create a world where all heroes exist, so that they are flesh and blood, even if League of Legends declines in the future, they still exist in another dimensional world.

Above, thank you trolls for making me grow, and thank you to the readers who read the genuine version, which moved me up. (Don't spray the number of words, if you open it separately, the website will collect your book currency, and many times I am more than 2,3400, 4500 words per chapter.) ））

Hearing the news that the routine was stolen, Ye Che didn't get angry, but showed that it was really like this, and replied casually: "I know, what is the good news?" ”

Reacting so calmly?

Sheng Yan was slightly stunned, but immediately said in her mouth: "The good news is that because of this matter, the frequency of my mention in the Bipolar Palace is at least hundreds of thousands of times higher than before. ”

"Yes, that's a good thing." Ye Che smiled slightly.

Shengyan smiled bitterly: "But public opinion is almost completely one-sided, no one believes that we are the original creators of this routine, and the comments on me are all negative." ”

"It's just the right thing for them to be impressed with you."

Ye Che.

"Profound?" Sheng Yan was stunned for a moment, not understanding what Ye Che meant.

"You'll understand later, we'll see you in the Wolf's Head Palace!"

After Ye Che finished, he directly cut off the conversation, and then walked outside the house, and after glancing around, he rose into the air and galloped away in the direction of the Wolf's Head Palace.

Along the road, from time to time, there were summoners from the Bipolar Palace, turning into Changhong and flying past him.

Some are alone, others are seven or eight, or even dozens of people together.

Everyone was extremely fast, and their faces were full of excitement.

Ye Che didn't care, he silently planned the next thing in his heart, and after about seven or eight minutes, he stopped in front of the gate of the Wolf's Head Palace, and then walked in.

As soon as I stepped in, I saw a middle-aged man with a sheepskin on his head sitting 10,000 meters away, a thousand meters high.

This man's eyes were deep and bright, as soon as Ye Che landed on it, there was a chill behind him, obviously, these eyes alone could make the enemy's strength drop by half a layer.

And below this man, there are hundreds of thousands of young boys and girls densely clustered, all of them are summoners who are going to carry out the palace entrance ceremony next, although there are many people, but everyone is neatly arranged and extremely standardized.

"It seems that he is the palace master of the Bipolar Palace, the father of Shengyan." Ye Che was silent.

At this moment, the elemental essence of his shoulders shook, "Ye Che, this way." ”

Ye Che followed the sound and saw that hundreds of meters away, Sheng Yan was waving to him.

After a slight pause, Ye Che walked over.

Sheng Yan glanced around, and then led Ye Che to the front row, and the eyes of the young people of the Double Pole Palace along the way fell on Sheng Yan's face from time to time, and swept Ye Che strangely, with a rather strange expression.

Sheng Yan didn't look at them, and directly took Ye Che in the third row and stood still.

Ye Che looked forward, standing in the first row, all of them were old men who looked old, among them, the old woman who ushered in the usher, Sheng Yuantai, was also standing there, she seemed to notice Ye Che's gaze, and couldn't help but head slightly, Ye Che also smiled faintly.

In the second row, there were a number of well-dressed teenagers or young men, about seventeen of them, all of whom stood there with detached and confident expressions on their faces.

Suddenly, Ye Che noticed that that Shengyu was also standing in it.

"These, can't they all be his species?" Ye Che glanced at the Palace Master of the Bipolar Palace in the distance, he was really alive.

It seemed that he didn't want Ye Che to speculate wildly, Sheng Yan said: "Above, it is the master of the Bipolar Palace, the first row, the masters of our Bipolar Palace, because of your business, the nine great ceremonial masters have all arrived, and the second row is ......"

Biting her lip, she continued, "It's my father's seventeen sons, and I don't want to stand with them. ”

Ye Che frowned and said, "If you were the Palace Master of the Bipolar Palace and saw one of your children standing not in the second row, but in the third row, what would you think?" ”

Shengyan was stunned.

"You will feel that you are not aggressive, you will feel that you are ignorant of the general situation, and that you are not social, will you pass on this kind of temperament to him? So, what should you do? Ye Che said.

Sung-yeon took a light breath, "I see! ”

With a firm step, I walked directly to the far left of the second row and stood still!

"Hmph."

Next to Shengyan was a girl dressed very gorgeously, and when she saw Shengyan standing next to her, the disgust in her eyes was undisguised, and she snorted coldly.

The other sixteen people also looked sideways at Shengyan, obviously surprised by Shengyan's actions.

"This cheap seed, don't you think that if you win over Ye Che, your worth will rise, right?"

"Wooing? Just kidding, with the resources of the purple star nucleus, how can she win over. ”

"Hehehe, it's really laughing to death, with the bloodline of an indigenous summoner, and I don't have any particularly outstanding talents, but I still dare to stand next to us, I really have a face."

"Yu Shao, I heard that Shengyan stole your routine, I don't know if it's true?"

"That's still useful, I've heard about that kind of routine in the past few days, how can this cheap breed be studied."

After these seventeen young palace masters stood up with Shengyan, they all began to transmit their voices to each other, and the fluctuations of the elements had been lingering among them.

(To be continued.) )