There is something in my heart, so that the original good appetite is gone.

After a few bites, I told Ling'er and my analysis.

In the small private room, there was an eerie silence, and no one opened their mouths to break the silence first, after all, it was too heavy.

"In this way, I'll go back to the underworld to check, and you continue to play the game!"

"What about the mission? It takes five people to pick it up. Ling'er rolled her eyes, and somehow, she fell in love with Qin Luo.

"Then let him be on top, it's his number, and we can just test it."

I frowned, watching Qin Luo take out a ghost cha who was still in a coma from the Qiankun bag, and as soon as he put his hand on the computer, the machine that was originally turned off automatically started.

Onicha's closed eyes spun around in confusion, pausing for a few seconds before staring at the screen and refusing to shift.

"Will he betray me like this?" I don't think Qin Luo is ruthless, he uses ghosts for experiments, and judging from this guy's memory, he is not a good bird.

"No, I've already extracted his soul, and the current reaction is the autonomous reaction of his body, and his divine thoughts have been implanted, whether I'm there or not, I can feel it."

"Are you in danger then?"

"Me?" The man's iceberg-like seriousness melted into the sea in an instant, and his slender fingers pinched my face a few times, and he chuckled: "No, don't worry, I won't be back soon!" ”

I pursed my lips, my face was itchy and sore from his fingers, and it was hot.

It wasn't until he had been gone for a long time that I regained my senses and sat down in front of the computer again.

Because Xuanwu has already negotiated with the boss, there is no need for us to sit here and defend it.

simply opened a presidential suite directly in the Hilton hotel, and then shifted positions.

After a night of hard work, the five of us finally finished the first volume of "Banished the Green Dragon".

The system also rewarded everyone with an additional layer of cultivation, but none of the four of us were original account owners, so we didn't feel anything, and that ghost was different, only to see a green light shuttling from the screen, enveloping him in it.

After a while, the green barrier dissipated, and his strength also rose rapidly.

The realm has really improved by a whole, but the skill is a little mottled, as if there are two kinds of blood flowing in a person's body, one is quiet and his own. One is incomparably powerful, but it is made by external forces.

Ling'er proposed to dissect him on the spot to see if anything would be found, but I denied it.

looked at him more and more and felt helpless, why was such a simple child at the beginning, the longer and more crooked?

Fortunately, Qin Luo had already come back at midnight, and it seemed that the small storage bag contained hundreds of souls, looking at the shape, most of them were ghosts, and there were some powerful ghosts, fighting each other in that bag at the moment, and black smoke kept rising.

"These are the ones I found, a total of 872." Qin Luo said, threw the storage bag to me, and then groped for a scroll from his body and pushed it in front of me.

I looked at him suspiciously, and opened the scroll, which was densely packed with names and account numbers.

"The Yin-Yang Book is in your place, you check it!"

"Are these the people in there?" I pointed to the bag.

Qin Luo sighed, crossed his hands in front of his chest, and glared fiercely at the Qiankun bag that was still noisy, and the noise inside was finally a little quieter.

"It's not all, that's why I asked you to help screen it, didn't it say that the Yin-Yang Book can find out the lifespan of the ghost difference?"

I nodded, and laid an enchantment in the room. Only then did he summon and check, it's okay if he didn't check, the worse he was, the more frightened he felt, what Qin Luo found in front of him was a drop in the bucket compared to the list.

Not to mention anything else, there are several high-ranking officials in the prefecture on this list, and they are all very old people, the kind of people who have broken through hopelessly and may be led at any time.

After listening to my answer, Qin Luo began to meditate for a long time.

The whole person sat on the carpet in front of the floor-to-ceiling window as if petrified, and he was dressed in black, and he didn't move at the moment, which was even more integrated with the darkness.

We looked at each other and chose not to bother.

Not for anything else, just for the fact that many of them are Qin Luo's henchmen.

"Mother, we can go to the mall together!" Ling'er said, sliding the mouse, let us see the progress of his task, although it is a shared task, but the final dominance is still with Ling'er.

Soon, after putting all the equipment issued by the system on our bodies, a flash of white light flashed and we were teleported to the game's store.

The walls are tall and majestic, and the blue tiles glow in the sun. Even through the screen, you can feel the strong coercion.

I searched for my memory, and finally matched the picture in front of me with the number in my memory, and the map here was not built in imitation of the real Xia Dynasty.

Moreover, this seems to be the main city of the game, unlike the sparsely populated birthplace of several of our characters, there are people everywhere, and there are all kinds of things, and I even saw a few monsters.

When I stepped forward and asked, people were really demon beasts, and they were the kind of cultivators who had achieved success.

My heart once again set off a stormy wave, and I became more and more determined that the black hand behind the scenes is the Nightmare Demon, after all, only the Nightmare Demon can quietly pass through the ordinary of the demon world and infiltrate this information.

It's a pity that apart from Ling'er's character, we haven't received any other useful clues or main quests.

What's even more devastating is that the task of "Banishing the Green Dragon" is not just our team, but hundreds of thousands.

The dense crowd of human heads moved in front of me, making me dizzy.

I rubbed my temples that were a little swollen and painful, turned around and said to Ling'er: "It's like this now, then let's continue, but I don't know, if anyone has finished it now." ”

"Done?" Ling'er pursed the corners of her lips and said disdainfully: "How is it possible?" ”

"Not to mention whether it's a real green dragon, even if it's a fake, the person who made this game won't move too easily, otherwise how to collect souls?" He sneered and steered his character through the crowd to a stone monument at the front.

I sat next to him and just stared at his screen.

It was a stone large enough to occupy half of the screen, and on the top were four large characters that were incomparably bright red, Dragon Slayer Martyr.

Underneath that, there is a dense pile of names, which seem to serve as a commemoration.

"Dragon Slayer Warrior? But weren't we tasked with banishing the dragon? Xuanwu was puzzled.

"I'm talking about exile, if you can kill it, the reward is probably higher." Ling'er said lightly.

The four of us followed him as we walked towards the final mission site, and after a long queue, we were finally able to enter the prison.

The prison here is also decorated in an ancient style, with bloodstains on the blue-black walls.

The ground was covered with yellowed straw, and a few vague figures were lying quietly in the corners of the ground, and I clicked a few times at random, and strange dialog boxes appeared on them, but there was no trace of identity information.

It wasn't until we walked to the innermost part that we saw a stone gate, in front of the stone gate, crowded with a bunch of people, looking at the posture, it seemed that they were all here to do the Qinglong mission.

And what's even more bizarre is that if one team doesn't disappear, the others can't get in.

Bored and throwing the mouse aside, we quietly watched as people kept going in, and then turned into bones and came out.

Qin Luo's eyebrows became deeper and deeper, and his whole body exuded a thick frost.

The heavy woolen carpet was thickened with a layer of frost by his breath.

"Arlo, it's okay, didn't we just say yesterday that we'll be together no matter what happens? It's worrying that you're like this now! ”

I wrapped my arms around the man's waist from behind and whispered.

Qin Luo's eyelids twitched slightly, and the coldness on his body slowly converged as he turned around, he took my hand, put it on his lips and kissed it gently, and only sighed after a long time: "I just hate myself for being a little incompetent, and I didn't even notice that this kind of thing happened in advance." ”

"Don't hate, it should be me who really wants to hate people, if it weren't for me back then..."

Fortunately, Qin Luo's state at the moment is not very good, and his experience is not so concentrated, and he was fooled by a few words of casual prevarication by me.

I sat in front of the window with him, looking at the lights outside the window in a daze.

From time to time, a few black smoke will rise, and from time to time there will be a few white lights.

The alternation of life and death, reincarnation never ends.

Ling'er operated two game characters in line by herself, chatting happily with people.

It wasn't until midnight that I received a call from Suzaku. Today, the Zhu family came to relatives one after another, but fortunately, the policeman who came to the door yesterday was also on the scene today, and finally let those people in his hometown not make things difficult for Zhu's mother, and the cemetery was also a family apartment that had been bought a long time ago, so it was almost buried after the first 3.

I briefly explained a few words to Suzaku and explained that we would all be present at the memorial service, and I put down my phone when I heard the busy sound coming from there again.

Qin Luo also adjusted back from his grief and indignation, but the expression on his face was less.

More and more dragon slaying teams were teleported out one by one, and then buried in a huge cemetery next to it.

This game is dead and cannot be resurrected, but these people are like obsessed with it.

Finally, it was our turn, and Ling'er walked in first.

The screens of the four of us are black.

Even the simplest typing function is not available, and the five people are divided into five different scenes, except for Ling'er, all four of us have an invincible monster in front of them.

In front of Ling'er, there was a young man in white, and the young man was none other than a green dragon in human form.