"Brother Yang, what do you do? Is it a weekend off today? ”

When eating noodles, it was originally very quiet, and only the sound of two people eating noodles and drinking soup could be heard, and suddenly Chen Jing opened his mouth to ask Yang Zhen this question.

Hearing this, Yang Zhen stopped eating noodles, glanced at her, smiled faintly, and said, "No, I don't work." ”

After speaking, he continued to bow his head and eat noodles.

Although I really like Chen Jing, a small beauty, Wen Wen Jing's quiet appearance, but the reality of the situation makes Yang Zhen know that the possibility that he can be with her is very small.

Therefore, I didn't think about how to please her, so as not to be rejected by her and increase the embarrassment.

However, Chen Jing seemed to be curious about him.

After listening to Yang Zhen's answer, she couldn't help but be curious, and asked, "You don't work?" So how do you live? ”

A college student who has graduated for more than four years does not work?

This made Chen Jing unable to help but be curious.

No matter how you look at the previous seniors in front of you, it's not the kind of lazy person who hides at home and gnaws on the old. How could he not work?

"Have you heard of "Scarlet Rivers and Lakes"?"

Listening to her question, Yang Zhen hesitated, put down the chopsticks in his hand, and turned his head to look at her and asked.

""Scarlet Rivers and Lakes"? I've heard of it. Juanzi and Jingjing and I all play this game, it's a lot of fun. We are all disciples of the Emei faction, Juanzi's swordsmanship is the best among us, Jingjing is also stronger than me, and my martial arts are the weakest. ”

Speaking of this topic, Chen Jing smiled a little more on her face, and talked a lot.

It seems that she genuinely likes the game.

This made Yang Zhen feel a little kind. After all, in this respect, he and she share a common hobby.

"I'm a professional player of Scarlet Rivers and Lakes, and I make a living from it."

Yang Zhen said.

Chen Jing sighed unexpectedly, and when she looked at Yang Zhen again, her eyes already contained a bit of re-examination. Yang Zhen should be the first player she knows who has made playing games as a career.

"Actually...... It's not bad to be a professional gamer, free and easy, and, it is possible to make a lot of money, I came to Zhonghai these days, I have heard a legend in our Zhonghai, legend has it that a senior a few years ago was the first master in "Scarlet Rivers and Lakes" - 'Eagle Claw King' Aotian Demon God. It is said that the senior made a lot of money in the game in those years. So, have fun, and also have a promising ......"

For a long time, Chen Jing reluctantly smiled and comforted Yang Zhen like this.

It's just that the example she gave made Yang Zhen not know what to say.

It feels strange to comfort him with his deeds back then.

A shallow smile overflowed at the corner of Yang Zhen's mouth, and he asked Chen Jing lightly, "Do you know the current situation of the Aotian Demon God?" ”

Chen Jing shook her head.

The upturned arc of Yang Zhen's mouth increased slightly, and he whispered almost self-deprecatingly: "That kid has been very miserable in the past two years, not only has he been killed dozens of times by the enemy in the game, but he has become an extremely mediocre player. ”

Commenting on himself like this made Yang Zhen feel a little strange in his heart.

Hearing this, Chen Jing was startled, whispered, and said, "In this way, no wonder I haven't heard any news from the Aotian Demon God in the past two years." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly realized something, looked at Yang Zhen suspiciously, and asked, "But, Brother Yang, how did you know this news?" Do you know that Proud Demon God? ”

"Of course I do, if I don't know him, no one can know him."

Yang Zhen said with an inexplicable smile.

"Huh? Could it be that you and he were classmates in the same class? Are you good friends? ”

"Sort of!"

As he spoke, Yang Zhen had already finished eating the noodles in the bowl, and at this time, after drinking a large mouthful of noodle soup, he picked up the big bowl and walked to the kitchen, and the voice remained in Chen Jing's ears: "I've eaten it, you eat slowly!" I'm going to get into the game soon, and when your two friends come back, remember to tell them not to disturb me. ”

"Oh......"

……

There were three girls living in the house, which did not affect Yang Zhenjin's game cultivation of Pai Yun Zhang.

After taking the dishes into the kitchen and washing them, he went back to the bedroom, lay down on the bed, put on the game helmet and entered "Scarlet Rivers and Lakes".

Cultivation, cultivation, and cultivation.

As soon as he entered the game, Yang Zhen jumped into the pool in front of him and swam to the platform under the waterfall......

As long as he stood on that platform, his palms could make a series of palm shadows, splashing the water curtain in front of him.

When he finally can't resist the impact of the waterfall, he will be swept away by the current into the pool behind him as usual.

All night, he gritted his teeth and practiced hard, and passed quietly.

When the dawn light shone from the top of the mountain in the east, although there was no sound in my ears to hear the sound of the cloud palm ascending.

But Yang Zhen himself could feel that his comprehension of this set of palms was deeper, and the feeling of playing palms was smoother.

Naturally, the power is a little stronger than before last night.

Therefore, when he finished this night of cultivation and climbed ashore from the edge of the pool, he was not in a bad mood.

Wearing only a pair of boxer briefs, he sat on the boulder on the shore with his knees crossed, looking at the rumbling waterfall curtain across the waterhole, with a faint smile on his face.

Practicing palms under that water curtain, to be honest, at the beginning, it was completely a cruel torture and destruction for him.

Suffering both physically and mentally.

But after such a long period of persistent cultivation, he had already found a sense of pleasure in his pain.

As long as this pleasure was always there, he wouldn't care how bitter this cultivation process would be.

Compared with the hardships of cultivation, he couldn't bear the torment of being a loser.

After resting on the shore for more than ten minutes, when Yang Zhen stood up and was about to go offline with a smile on his face, the wrist instrument on his wrist suddenly sounded a ticking sound.

This is a tone with a short message.

As an Eagle Talon King who has been out of breath for more than two years.

Yang Zhen's wrist instrument rarely rings.

Because he had already changed the calling number of the wrist instrument, the people who knew his current number could be counted on one hand.

And the few people who know his number will not contact him if they have nothing to do.

Who sent me a message early in the morning?

Yang Zhen had a bad premonition in his heart.

A few clicks on the wrist screen with the index finger of the right hand, and the new text message opens.

"Master, the Wind and Fire found us last night and killed us again. However, don't worry, my lord, we haven't revealed any news about you until we die, and we can't find you. ”

It's a stormy city again......

After reading the content of this message, Yang Zhen's face sank like water.

This Fenghuo Liancheng was originally just a rich son, but a few years ago, he practiced a Tianyu Qi Sword, and he was so arrogant that he was looking for people everywhere to pk.

As a result, he was met by the Eagle Claw King Dacheng at that time, so the feud was concluded.

Unexpectedly, a year later, this wind and fire actually got the secret of the dragon descending god legs.

After practicing the leg of the dragon god, he killed him once he saw him, and every time he saw his disciples, he also killed them all.

How many times is this?

He Yang Zhen has been incognito for more than two years, and he still refuses to let them go.

Yang Zhen stared at the waterfall curtain opposite the waterhole, and struggled in his heart whether to go out and kill him now.

The palms hang down at the sides, and the tighter the grip becomes, and the more you hold them, the more you make a straight sound.