The entrance to the underground recycling station, the whole door is transparent, there are rose petals floating in the mezzanine, I don't know what special significance the rose has to the Fictional story, the station envoy retracted the cane, shook the bell twice, the door opened, and the furnishings inside were similar to those of a baroque building, all illuminated by the few wall lamps on the red brick wall.

Ling Yun saw with his own eyes a standing envoy whipping the NPC with a long whip, the man was kneeling on the glass platform, his head was hanging down, his hair covered his eyes, he couldn't see his face clearly, he was wearing the same overalls as Fan Xing, the embroidered badge was still shining, and his hand was grasping the edge of the glass platform, and he could see that he was trembling.

My heart trembled violently, I was thinking about this Fictional story, the most I had to think about it was to write a review, and I could pat my ass and leave, no matter how bad it was, it would be a hand-copied game rule, which also broke Ling Yun's fantasy too much, thinking that Fan Xing would also be beaten in the past three days, my heart was still a little sour.

Ling Yun glanced inside through the gap, it was no different from the prison, it was transparent, you could see clearly what the NPC next door to you was doing, there was no privacy to talk about, there were standing envoys in every cubicle, standing there with a straight back.

“fanxing--1。” The station envoy in charge of managing the number read Fan Xing's badge.

"Get in." After the handover, Fan Xing was taken to the cubicle, there was nothing else except a bed, Ling Yun stood at the door, messing around, there was no where Fan Xing was going next, what was going on with this sudden sense of dependence.

Ling Yun covered his head, trying to sober himself up, and a scream came from his ears, like a knife stuck in his heart, and the blood flowed endlessly when he touched it, and the scream was Fan Xing's.

At this moment, the envoy fixed Fan Xing on a glass platform, which was also embedded with rose petals, his ankles were imprisoned by an iron chain, and his wrists were shackled, and at the end of the chain was a stone statue, several iron chains were clustered.

All NPCs that are escorted in are shackled, and if they have the motivation to try to escape, the chains will shake and make a sound.

His movements were exactly the same as the NPC that Ling Yun saw before, his head hung very low, so low that it was almost attached to the glass surface, his hair covered half of his face, Fan Xing watched the petals floating, bit his lower lip, and never imagined that he would actually appear here.

Originally... NPCs can hurt too...

Ling Yun also bit her lower lip, and there was already a supervisor behind him who had come to pull people.

"What are you still doing here? Get back. The superintendent stood behind Ling Yun with his hands behind his back.

"I'm not leaving." Ling Yun didn't even look at who was speaking, and his attitude was extremely cold.

The supervisor stretched out his cane, and a hook dangled out in front of him, hooking Ling Yun's waist and pulling it up the transparent escalator.

"What are you doing? I'm sick. Ling Yun tried to break free of the hook, but it didn't help, and Fan Xing was taken to the surface with a painful snort, and without even passing through the manager's office, he went directly to the mailbox that came in just now.

"Wait for your guide to come out." After leaving a sentence, the supervisor walked up to the transparent escalator, this time the escalator disappeared quickly, Ling Yun threw himself into the air, knelt where the transparent escalator disappeared, everything disappeared, a rose-gold thin chain was thrown down, and he couldn't get in without a letter.

This is being clever but being mistaken by cleverness, and it hurts people.

Ling Yun was in the Fictional story, and it was almost time for his world to sleep at this time, Ling Yun yawned and saw the NPCs coming and going one by one.

"Holy shit." Ling Yun scolded in a low voice, what is the matter with this TM? This hellish place is really terrible, when will I be able to clear the whole level if I wait like this?

The wound on the arm was even bigger than Wan Xia just now, Ling Yun was originally tender, and he was still prone to scar physique, thinking that he was going to leave a scar, how good is this meeting gift, when I went back to Fan Xing's residence, I saw Wu Yun and He Chuan. Ambiguous, smack and treat as if you didn't see anything.

Fan Xing was entering the recycling bin for the first time, and he had only heard some rumors about it before, sitting on the edge of the bed, his back was a little bent, one leg was extended, and the calf of one leg was against the bed, staring at his fingers with half-hanging eyes.

The overalls were thrown on the bed, the shirt hung loosely on his body, and the light did not shine on his face, but if it did, the blood on his face was very charming, and the two black coils were particularly conspicuous on his neck.

"Can you get me some ice? I'm a little hot. "NPC's physique is inherently different from people, in addition to pain and soreness, the body will also be hot and hot, and if you don't squeeze out the bruises in time, it will burn out sooner or later.

"Pick it up." The station envoy pointed to the box next to him, which was still humane, and there was no possibility of direct death for the NPC.

"Thank you." Fan Xing smiled, took out the ice cube from the box, lay on the bed with his eyes slightly closed, the ice cube was placed where the skin could reach, the pain and itch of the tear and the coldness of the ice cube were intertwined, and he didn't know whether it was painful or cold.

"It's really kind to help, hey, our famous Young Master Fan Xing is actually emotional to gamers, and he ended up like this." This sentence cut through the silence, and the recycle bin began to sigh, and Fan Xing no longer had the strength to argue with them.

"That's it, how can this administrator's most important NPC be messed up because the gamer touches the terms."

"If you continue to make trouble like this, sooner or later it will reach the surface, and no matter how much you beg for mercy and forgiveness at that time, it will be a thankless task, unforgivable."

"That's it, I've always treated you as an idol before, learning from you everywhere, approaching you, following you, but I didn't expect this to be just like that."

………………

It's like talking about something that doesn't belong here, every sentence is pierced on Fan Xing, and he understands the truth passed down by his ears, only when you are no longer in the scenery, those who used to flatter you will show their true hearts, and only in this case will they tell the truth.

"Is that so? Learn me to please the administrators, and follow me to borrow my route to complete the task. Fan Xing took out a knife from his pocket, cut through the skin, and the blood dripped down his arm on the ice, and the transparent ice was soaked in blood, like a red enchantress.

"Who isn't, isn't it here to see who goes first than whom, who is still abusing his feelings and waiting for whom, that is his ability, not an abuse, if I hear you talking behind your back, it is not something that can be solved in a few words now." The one who spoke was an NPC who was usually close to Fan Xing, and the purpose of his approach to Fan Xing was nothing else, just to find someone to rely on in the Fictional story.

"Thank you."

"It's okay, to be honest, it's my first time here, do you know how I got here? Hey, let me tell you, I lost the information of the player who cleared the level, and it just so happened that there was no backup for those copies, and the crime level was low. ”

Fan Xing responded politely, sat up and pulled the tie that matched his shirt, his broken right hand was propped up on the pillow, a small piece of metallic texture was hidden in the cuff of the shirt, he lowered his head slightly, staring at the watch on his left wrist, from the NPC vision next to him, it looked like a famous painting depicted in this world.

Nicknamed by other NPCs - the first brilliant Fictional story.

"Aren't you going to say something?"

"What do you want me to say? Congratulations? ”

"Okay, okay, if Young Master Fan Xing doesn't want to speak, forget it."

"Hmm."

Then there was a dead silence, and the atmosphere dropped to more than ten degrees below zero.

At this time, Ling Yun leaned on Fan Xing's bed and prepared to sleep, Fan Xing's bed was very soft, a little goose down, and the whole person sank down a few centimeters when he lay down.

The sleepiness is getting stronger and stronger, and I hear the sound of turning the key, and the sound of "click" is very clear in my subconscious, thinking if it is a trespass on the house or some strange creature.

A beam of light flowed from the door to the bed, Ling Yun closed his eyes slightly and raised his eyelids from time to time to look at the door, it was a letter, and the trespassing on the house made Ling Yun particularly disgusted.

Xin Yin put a branch invitation on the carpet and closed the door and left, the front foot just left, the back foot Ling Yun jumped out of bed to pick up the invitation, the yellow kraft paper was wrapped into a bunch with gold thread, and the whole body was added with glitter, and the white letter paper sandwiched inside was only revealed after the gold thread was opened, and only two sentences were written on the letter - the 9447th gamer, the snow party invites you to participate. I folded a line and wrote, please come as soon as you are ready.

The Snow Party is a welcome party arranged by Fictional story for gamers, and it is also a branch of the whole game.

Note: Players must have ice skating skills.

"Holy shit, what's that? How can I play alone? Is it so humane? There was also a welcome party, and my TM was asked for half a life. Ling Yun frowned, this is the rhythm of regaining the wasted skill?

sighed, put the letter on the table and left, just went out and turned back to stuff the letter into his pocket, picked out a coat from Fan Xing's wardrobe and put it on, thinking that he was not there for the past three days, and he should not be found if he wore it.

Suddenly, a street lamp burst out, it was the alien NPC that survived in the Fictional story, with a light bulb dangling on the top, and the time had not yet come, it had not been lit, but it was faintly emitting light.

"Lingchen--9447, welcome to the Snow Party." The alien NPC can actually speak, and it is not so fuss here, Ling Yun looked at this street lamp, and wanted to laugh a little, and couldn't help but laugh out loud when he wanted to hold back.

"What's a snow party?" As soon as the words fell, the street lamp handed Ling Yun a black box, and the flowery path that was originally scattered with rose petals turned into a snow track, and the scenery in front of him also changed.

"As the name suggests, a party in the snow has a slope and you need to use skis to have fun."

"So? This is? Ski? Ling Yun opened the box, there was a pair of transparent blue ski boots lying inside, all of them were NPCs, Ling Yun stood out in the crowd, and his appearance was slightly better, Fan Xing was worse than him.

"Please read the party instructions carefully, if the gamer has an accident in the middle of the game, Fictional story will not be responsible." The street lamp let out a long chil, and the crumbling bulb on the top lit up.

I didn't want to read or read outside, Ling Yun glanced at it hastily, then closed the party instructions, rubbed his temples, and a train stopped in front of Ling Yun.

"Lingchen--9447, please get in the car." This scene seems to have seen it somewhere, and it feels familiar, and the street lights disappear from the eyes of the early morning, what is this shock.

Dangling to the car, such a long carriage, there was only Ling Yun alone, the car led to look back at Ling Yun, and thought to himself, this gamer is nothing more than that, the light is reflected in the car window, Ling Yun still maintains his previous habits, when he sits in the car, he puts his backpack on his lap, and there is nothing in the bag, Oreo accounts for most of it.

"Where are we going now?" Ling Yun took out his mobile phone, Fictional story is very sensitive to this kind of product, and has been forced to shut down through signal interference, and the car slowly drove towards the home field of the snow-colored party, and the scenery changes along the way, and the scenery of the four seasons has become a microcosm.