Lan Shui Lan snorted, her beautiful brows raised slightly, and when she saw her disdain, she asked, "Do you think you are a good thing?" ”

"I'm sure I'm not a good thing, so I don't have to make myself worse, right?" Xiao Fan replied as a matter of course: "I think about it, I am still willing to be a good person." ”

"But your actions have actually hurt everyone." Lan Shuilan spoke very logically, provided that he was not entangled by Xiao Fan, he would be sober-minded and organized.

Xiao Fanxin said that according to your logic, you will be too tired to live, life has been in a hurry for decades, every day is hard to calculate the gains and losses, and to measure and judge emotions and values, and emotions are voluntary, and value is even more retreating, which is clearly unfounded, adding troubles to your life, looking at your life after aging, looking back at the way you came, it is inevitable to look very unwise.

But Xiao Fan's crooked reasoning in his heart, to decompose it with Lan Shuilan, and to try to satisfy her, will definitely pull out more entanglements, which will arouse her greater dissatisfaction, so he said: "I didn't mean to, if the facts have caused you harm, I ......"

"What do you want?" Lan Shui Lan clenched his bite, and he didn't make it clear that he would not give up.

Between men and women, this kind of thing must be explained clearly, and one party must propose to break up. Thoroughly, it is like a stranger, and the old and dead do not get along; Some couples want to be separated but are reluctant to do so, and they are still worried about each other's resurgence, so they solemnly agree to return to a pure friendship, a suspicious, eccentric, and hard-working friendship with each other.

"That's just going to hurt you anymore." Xiao Fan spread his hands, his face was innocent and helpless, in Lan Shuilan's eyes, of course, he would be transformed into a scoundrel and shameless, he then said: "You are mine all your life, it is impossible for me to let go, don't dream." ”

Lan Shui Lan snorted heavily, Xiao Fan echoed and snorted, but with a smile on his face, it means that if you hum, I am not afraid of you.

After that, according to the strategy of the distribution of monsters in the forum, the ninety-level demon monsters were brushed, and the hard scene of sweating like rain was not enough for outsiders. Of course, he took the lead in summoning the fire wolf, with Lan Shui Lan by his side, Xiao Fan was not embarrassed to notify other old friends, and he heard that the fire god played the demon path without a match, so far there are more than one hundred and one levels, and he has not successfully transferred to the god level, so he can't help but rejoice in his heart.

Even if other friends have already advanced to the super god level, Xiao Fan will only be honored and happy for them, but when he came to the god of fire, his mind changed, knowing that the god of fire was deeply dissatisfied with him, and it was a prominent fact that he was hated, so of course he had to repay the hatred, did he still have to make a commotion with the god of fire to rebuild the old good? Xiao Fan thinks that he is not so naïve, and the most favorable state is that there will be no negotiations from now on, hello, hello, everyone.

Therefore, Xiao Fan no longer had the slightest concern for the Fire God, but when he learned that the progress of the Fire God's game had also fallen behind, he couldn't help but feel happy, which still didn't seem to be indifferent enough.

The Demon Dao is the only career he attaches importance to, of course, he has to polish the character carefully, the endless planes in the starry sky, and hundreds of millions of landscapes still need to be explored...... No, the plane is a product of a parallel universe, viewed from the magnificent context of time and space, and belongs to the ecological planet, but it is not the starry sky of the current universe.

Xiao Fan stared at the magic circle built by Blue Water Blue, plus she also released the golden wings and withered wings to assist in the battle, coupled with the fire wolf's agile and strong fighting posture, while delivering the final blow to the monster, she was thinking nonsense.

Anyway, this state of being under pressure and faltering is really fatal! Ninety-level demon monsters with nearly 10 million blood, 20,000 ......

With melancholy, with the untrustworthy confusion about the future, when the sky was slightly bright, Lan Shuilan urged him to go offline, because she was anxious, so she had to drag Xiao Fan offline together.

At this time, the number of demons and monsters hunted by one person and two beasts has exceeded thousands, and among them, those who fell under Xiao Fan's final blow, according to his uncertain chaotic count, are about less than a hundred, and more than ninety percent of the monsters can't be stopped, and they die under the attack of blue water blue, golden-winged withered wings, and fire wolves.

Xiao Fan's depression can be imagined, and he feels that he will have to find He Fangjing for help next time, she is a natural messenger, even if she is also a warlock, her control ability, sense of proportion, skills or something, of course, is far above the blue water blue. This has to be discussed with her for help in reality, He Fangjing's game life at the moment mainly takes place in the Linglong plane, and if you communicate remotely across the plane, only through forums and means to announce the world, more private chat room invitations, intercomiters, and voice and text messages cannot take effect.

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Back then, He Fangjing's only good friend who was regarded as a bosom partner, the game ID was light and flying, and the now famous Yun Feiyang ID was only one word different, and the hermit who was in the limelight at the time was nowhere to be seen, and the hermit who laughed when he met people and had great affinity was nowhere to be found, and there was an indescribable feeling.

As for whether the hermit has a relationship between men and women without a trace, He Fangjing doesn't know much about this. In fact, since Zhuo Langyi drew his salary at the bottom of the kettle, as the head of both the enemy and us, played with Su Yingxue, sharp weapons, and Lan Shuilan in the palm of his hand, and finally sent the two forces of Message Flower and Dragon Slayer Knife into the quagmire, He Fangjing has no contact with Qingyun Feiyang for a long time.

Zhuo Langyi, who came back from the dead in reality, is in a somewhat unsatisfactory situation at the moment. The so-called cooperative relationship between him and Li Yangming, Zhang Ping, and Jingting Zhutao is far from tacit understanding, and then loyal trust, everyone has their own ghosts, originally thinking that Zhuo Langyi still has some use value, in order to put it into the game's consciousness ontology, or to communicate with the new leader of the demon clan, Leng Storm's mental awareness, but later found that it had become a delusion, and the composition of the Trinity couldn't help but respect Zhuo Langyi.

With the billions of human beings who have almost affected the world have been removed from the reorganization of their physiological genes, Zhuo Langyi's body synthesized from biomimetic materials is not immune, but his primitive body functions are far beyond ordinary people, and the sense of loss of extracting energy is not unbearable.

The cold storm is a wave of consciousness intercepted by the demon world, convincing and educating it, but Zhuo Langyi doesn't dare to count on it, Li Yangming and the others don't care much about him, which makes his heart even more angry, and then he is helpless.

In addition, he switched to the arms of the angel pawnshop, and the decision was quite painful to do, which was equivalent to treating Kong Yingming as a stepping stone, kicking aside, and it was a little inconvenient to ask for the door again. Today's angel pawnshop was forced to close its door by Yang Ye, an outlaw, and carefully guarded it, and a bunch of plans for a comeback planned by Zhuo Lang were completely in vain.

This is called a plan, another plan, the end of the road is Zhuo Langyi's definition of himself, and there is no turning of mind, when the role ID of the hermit is deleted without a trace, in terms of psychological feelings, it is also a good perception of the light clouds, maybe this thinking band has also been passed on to the cold storm?

Priing open this locked window by flying light clouds to impress a cold storm is not necessarily ineffective.

And this time, Zhuo Langyi guessed correctly.

(End of chapter)