Duan Mo left Jixiangfang as if he had escaped, and after returning outside, he took a big breath of fresh air, and finally got rid of the drunken scene.

In the past, Duan Mo always felt that those faint gentlemen who were greedy for pleasure were stupid, he didn't believe that people could fall into the destruction of the country and the extinction of the world for the sake of fun, and abandon the world, but now he understands that people's will is a very fragile thing, especially in the face of a harsh external environment, if you are not careful, you will fall into the gentle township, and even gamble your own life.

The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he quickly left this place of right and wrong, and at the same time secretly resolved that he would never come to this kind of warm nephrite demon cave again.

When I got home, it was already one o'clock in the middle of the night. Duan Mo looked outside the courtyard for a moment and found that the lights in the entire small building had been extinguished, so he sneaked through the living room, returned to the bedroom, and climbed into his bed.

The moment he lay on the bed, Duan Mo let out a long sigh, he was still afraid that they were waiting for him, but now it seems that several girls have fallen asleep, and he finally escaped. Otherwise, he really didn't know how to explain to them what he had done that night.

Having said that, Duan Mo felt a little inexplicably lost......

A few meters away from him, the room between Drunken Dream and Doudou was surprisingly quiet at the moment, only the faint breathing of the two girls. Doudou lay on his cot, still not asleep.

Duan Mo has always been an otaku and has never had the habit of running around, but tonight he has not returned for a long time, making everyone worry about him. There are no mobile phones in the game world, and although they are worried, they can't do anything about it, so they can only wait quietly.

Waiting until midnight, not only Doudou was the only one, Doudou could always hear the sound of turning over from the side of the drunken dream, and it seemed that the drunken dream's heart was even more anxious.

Fortunately, Duan Mo finally came back, and judging from his footsteps, he was still alive and well, and he didn't encounter any accidents.

Doudou and Drunken Dream exhaled in the dark at the same time, and a few minutes later, Drunken Dream had fallen asleep and let out a slight breathing sound.

For people like Drunken Dreams, who go to bed on time at eleven o'clock every night, staying up until one o'clock is simply a catastrophe.

The next morning, no one mentioned last night's incident, but in the end, it ignited the anger of the drunken dream.

Duan Mo slept until three o'clock in the morning, remembering the incident of returning late last night, he was a little weak-hearted, but when he opened the door and found that Doudou and the others were all as usual, he was relieved.

Drunken Dream still locked himself in the study, Doudou was lying on the sofa watching comics and eating snacks, and Junxia kept staring at the Japanese variety show on TV, bursting into laughter from time to time.

Duan Mo tiptoed to the bathroom, and after quickly cleaning himself up, he sat on the sofa in the living room very naturally, looking out the window with deep eyes.

Doudou looked at Duan Mo's serious appearance and couldn't help but laugh secretly, but she had always been very tolerant of Duan Mo, so she pulled Duan Mo empathetically, "Brother Duan Mo, can you play a game with me for a while?" ”

"Huh?" Duan Mo wanted to sit quietly for a while, but in the face of Doudou's meaningful eyes, he felt that he couldn't refuse, he thought about it, and felt that it was better to play games, saving a while and encountering drunken dreams.

So Doudou took out a notebook from under the sofa cushion and threw it to Duan Mo, Duan Mo took it and took a look, the notebook was obviously second-hand, at least three or four years old, as soon as he pressed the power button, the fan whirred and spun, like a serious patient with asthma.

The notebook that Doudou was holding in his arms was much more upscale, with a pure white body and a half-bitten apple symbolizing excellent quality, which could run as usual even in the gaming world.

There is no network in the game world, which makes things like computers unattractive, but these things are not a problem for Doudou - Liu Ye has prepared a massive database for players and connected to the intranet of the game world, from which players can find most of the resources - stand-alone games, film and television dramas, electronic versions of various books, and even adult videos.

So Doudou, as a boring girl with great otaku potential, naturally downloaded many games with great interest, which is quite like Duan Mo's feeling of downloading pirated games back then.

Duan Mo turned on the computer, and the desktop was empty, with only a few icons, one of which was the logo of Internet Explorer.

Duan Mo once used it to search all the URLs he knew, trying to contact the outside world, but no matter what, the search result was just "Sorry, the page you searched for doesn't exist." ”

Duan Mo has long since lost the illusion of contacting the outside world, especially after seeing the small communicator hidden in Chu Ning's body - the rescue team in the real world has gathered the most elite experts in the world, and they can't be contacted, and how can Duan Mo He De actually be able to log in to the network by using a browser?

But then again, Ye Xing seems to have said that they have contacted the outside world, and the rescue team has begun to hunt down Destiny......

So what's going on with the white-bearded old man now? Did you really escape into the game world?

Doudou poked Duan Mo a few times, pulling him back from his thoughts, Duan Mo came back to his senses and realized that he was going to play a game with Doudou, so he quickly asked with a smiling face, "Which one to play?"

"Uh-huh, Age of Empires!" Doudou's eyes lit up and he pointed to Duan Mo's computer screen.

Only then did Duan Mo notice that there was a folder on the desktop, and after clicking on it, there was actually a series of works from the Imperial Era.

This game is about the same age as Duan Mo.,It's completely a product of the 90s of the last century.,Whether it's in terms of picture quality or game content,It's long been eliminated by the times.。

However, Duan Mo had a special affection for it - at the beginning, he and Ye Xing were crammed into a small rental house, and only a second-hand old-fashioned computer could be used for entertainment, Duan Mo nested in the rental house when he couldn't find a part-time job, endlessly playing the Empire Era, killing his time.

The old computer had a big back of the head and an extremely insensitive rollerball mouse, whenever it rained, Duan Mo would sit at the table next to the bed and work hard, while Ye Xing put his feet into Duan Mo's arms, shaking his feet while looking at the dripping water on the eaves.

Duan Mo grinned, shook off his boring memories, quickly entered the game, and said confidently: "Play this, you are not my opponent."

He was telling the truth, in strategy games, whether it was Red Alert Warcraft or Age of Empires, Duan Mo had never been afraid of anyone.

The two sides each hugged the computer and quickly entered the game, Duan Mo knew that Doudou was a novice, so he didn't bother to play any routines, and was ready to play steadily step by step. So as soon as he came up, he began to blow up the peasants like crazy, quickly accumulating a large amount of resources, and at the same time only created a few combat units to prevent Doudou's surprise attack.

On the other hand, Doudou frowned, her eyes were blazing, she was nervously manipulating the mouse, and at the same time, she was still muttering "Why was the farmer eaten by wolves again......

Twenty minutes later, Duan Mo's army pressed the border, and the heavy cavalry siege vehicle artillery men densely laid out a row, and came to the city of Doudou, and a black cloud overwhelmed the city.

Doudou was immediately dumbfounded, she was still studying the difference between Zhuge crossbowmen and ordinary crossbowmen, the wooden city wall was simply vulnerable in front of Duan Mo's army.

Duan Mo smiled and looked at his large army, very proud. Although he is well versed in tactics such as guerrilla warfare and blitzkrieg, he is still extremely disdainful in his heart. He likes real knives and real guns, just like the torrent of steel hedged on the Soviet-German battlefield. When playing Red Police, he always has to hold back a screen of Apocalypse or Qinov, and when he plays Warcraft, he has to save up an overwhelming number of flying dragons.

A true master never disdains to use intrigue and trickery, and ruthlessly crushes the enemy with great strength, which is the emperor's spirit.

Strange to say, although Duan Mo does not have the slightest domineering in reality, he looks like a defeated dog, but he can command thousands of troops and horses, as if he is a proud tyrant.

With a single click of the mouse, Doudou's defenses would be destroyed in an instant, the crossbowmen would be as vulnerable as little bugs, and the peasants were running around in panic.

But at this moment, Duan Mo's screen suddenly went black.

"Damn, it crashes at this time?" Duan Mo patted the keyboard, but there was no response.

In order to prevent Doudou from judging his intelligence from the sound, he put on the headphones early, but at this moment, there was no game sound effect in the headphones, only a harsh noise. A moment later, the screen shook like a corpse, and a familiar face of Duan Mo emerged.

It was a bad old man, and he had met with Duan Mo a few times. In Duan Mo's impression, he was the kind of spiritual little old man like a turtle immortal and an old naughty boy, but now, the old naughty boy's waist was slumped, the wrinkles on his face seemed to have appeared overnight, heavy eye bags hung under the eye sockets, and his eyes were pale and godless.

"Duan Mo, meet again."

Duan Mo's gaze immediately sharpened, he had never been wary of Whitebeard, even though he looked like a bad old man who was about to choke.

"What are you going to do?" Duan Mo glanced at Doudou, who was sitting opposite him, his feet on Duan Mo's belly, and was looking at the game interface intently.

"You haven't seen you for so long, don't you want to catch up with me?" Although Whitebeard's complexion was very bad, he still squeezed out a smile that could barely be called kind from his orange-peeled face.

Duan Mo shuddered, he saw this smile, and immediately thought of the old man on an island in the Pacific Ocean, wearing a white vest and big pants, like a fire cloud evil god, while picking his feet while announcing the death sentence for a million people.

So Duan Mo squeezed out four words from between his teeth. "Don't talk nonsense."

"Okay, no more nonsense." Whitebeard obviously didn't come to chat with Duan Mo to catch up, he put away his fake smile and went straight in, "Do you remember our previous agreement?"