Ling Yiqing put down the butcher's knife after being provoked by those few little deflated people who were looking for death, and returned to reality, only then did she remember that she had played the game to relieve her boredom.

She had closed the curtains for the night, but did not close the windows. The wind in late winter and early spring is still mixed with some cold chills, but it is also naturally wrapped in the fragrance of flowers and the greetings of spring.

Ling Yiqing stared at the computer screen, stunned, her eyes didn't roll, she was stunned, and just about to subconsciously take off the headphones, she heard the sound of the voice, and she was so frightened that she hurriedly put it on.

"Hey! Why don't you abuse you too much, you have to whip it out, how boring it is......"

Maybe it's because I think I'll never meet after a layer of screens, but the voice is more real, and I won't hide it or change to a lofty posture, which is a lot more indulgent.

This voice, flat, uninhibited, and unruly, the image of a deflated teenager suddenly flashed in Ling Yiqing's mind, and she couldn't help but think about it.

Harm, if you really run into it, you will definitely have to fight!

The so-called don't fight and don't know each other......

Ling Yiqing heard this voice, and shrugged her shoulders, as if she had put it down...... Actually, there really isn't, it's just more or less relieved, but no matter how light the night is, no matter how light and heavy makeup you put on, you can't hide the hurt heart.

"I ...... Lazy ......" muttered unconsciously, maybe it was complaining about himself, or it could be that he was in a bad mood and was not in the mood to abuse the scum, and he couldn't lift his spirits, so he was naturally not in the state.

In other words, it was the usual Ling Yiqing, who was afraid that he would beat the people on the opposite side to the point of residual blood, forcing them to keep returning to the city, and continue to beat them like this until the residual blood after being full of blood, and the cycle began over and over again, and the end time all depended on the mood......

She was now in a voice similar to whining, her elbows propped up on the table against her chin, and the weight seemed to crush her hands at any moment.

With some hoarseness and sentimentality, there is no usual well-behaved sweetness or calm feeling, and the long sound of dragging, but like the kind of track that the old train crushes: long, creeping, looking down through an unknown number of clouds, lying on its back and driving slowly.

However, this train has some different feelings, such as the bronze decoration of the exterior, which is obviously not decorated by professionals; The chimney doesn't have a lot of choking carbon dioxide fumes, which is so careful that one wonders if the train's designer was a single person.

Although she only said two words, it was still intermittent, but it made Xiao Nuo feel that the voice was ...... Odd.

Although it is rustling like the surface of some rough dermabrasion, it is ...... It's soft, it seems to be a little glutinous, sweet, and it's not greasy at all......

Oh my God, what the hell was he thinking?

"If you're lazy, just say it, look at the powerful little move I just had, there are more than ten big moves on the other side in seconds......" Xiao Nuo was arrogant to the floating clouds outside the sky at this time, floating, floating, shaking, shaking......

Pick others together, follow the waves together~

"You speak! Could it be that you are a girl and dare not speak? ”

Sure enough, it's still the voice of the ghost envoy who is not flattened, and the picture sense is ...... It's really one person.

Ling Yiqing knew that the other party couldn't be the same as herself, a girl dressed as a man in the game, so she boldly made up for it.

First of all, the one who owes the beating must not be a good-looking little brother, it should be...... A greasy uncle, or a middle-aged Internet café boss who is bored and panicked, a night owl, staring at the computer in a daze all day long, immersed in it and unable to extricate himself.

Since it's an uncle type...... What a good voice is! Sure enough, it was still the charm of an older man, and she remembered her idol Zhou Huajian's "Sword Like a Dream" and "Flower Heart", and she followed her parents to listen to songs and watch concerts at that time!

In fact, she has been complaining about why the background sound of the game is not played:

"Where is my sword going?

Love and hate are hard to love

My sword pierces the sky

Right and wrong I don't understand it

I was drunk and hazy

Grievances and grievances are illusory and empty

I woke up from a spring dream

Life and death are all empty

Come and go in a hurry

Hate not to meet

Love is also in a hurry, and hate is in a hurry

Everything goes with the wind

……”

The uncle's appearance, scruffy beard, baldness, no hair, or a Mediterranean only to see temples is not bad. While rubbing the oily and slippery walnuts, the red and yellow skin was as greasy as his age, and his face was full of oil slicks, and he couldn't shake it off if he was sticky.

Wrinkled, the skull is more like a walnut, and the brain is a walnut kernel, moisturizing. Of course, without this walnut brain game, you will definitely not be able to play it!

As a result, the sad dragging ghost made Xiao Nuo's child become a middle-aged greasy uncle alive.

At this time, Xiao Nuo was also making up what kind of boy he was in the idle game opposite him.

Listening to the voice, it's a bit sissy no matter what's going on (Ling Yiqing: I'm just a sister!) And it's very stingy.,It should be a little boy who has no power to tie the chicken.,Small one.,But the face should be enough to see.。

In addition, it is skin and bones, but the fingernails are as strong as the lethality of his games, and they are long enough to expose all lies (Ling Yiqing: I am a lie).

Xiao Nuo wanted to ask more, but Ling Yiqing went offline.

This sudden lack of breath suddenly made his heart empty.

Alas, Na Bo Jun and Zhen are like a budding cactus, with thick green leaves, and small heads hidden under them, like a green snake; As for the real budding owner, it is a flower bone, a twist of red, more like a spit snake letter.

With poison, he felt unable to extricate himself, and he couldn't figure out why, but he felt stunned and regretted saying a lot less.

Even if it was poisonous, he still wanted to test it further, what if it was just a fake poison that diverted the eyes and ears?

He thought he was going to lose it today, but he didn't expect a surprise "ding" message notification, and he seemed to be alive again.

It's not alive, even if it's reborn, it's never so urgent to take it off.

Waiting for idle play: Sorry, my throat is inflamed, I don't want to talk more, let's type. I repeat: I'm not a girl!

In fact, when Ling Yiqing was typing this line, she was also holding her forehead, and she always felt sorry for the person opposite. But now, a hole has been filled, and I don't know how to hide it in the future. You can't say that her throat is inflamed all the time, right?

She didn't curse herself like this.

Xiao Nuo said "oh......" and suddenly realized: no wonder the voice is so strange, no wonder he doesn't want to turn on the microphone, no wonder he doesn't want to make a sound......

He thinks that this may be an innocent little boy with a rooster voice at the beginning of the voice change period, shy to save face, and refuses to be faceless like this, understandable, mmmm.

Waiting for the idle game: I'm going to sleep, 886.

It's normal to say goodbye at this moment, not as exciting as the downline that rushed in at the beginning, and naturally there is not so much reluctance.

Shano felt ...... This love depression is still saved, right? Shifting the target and indulging in online games is a good way to heal yourself.

Ling Yiqing looked at the ceiling, on which were hung glow-in-the-dark stars and pearls, which were already dark, and the beige ceiling disappeared like splashing ink under the shroud of the night, leaving a void...... It was pitch black, and it was gone.

Is this star really shining?

Yes, grandpa also turned into a star, hanging in the air and watching her laugh, laughing at her crying nose......