"The rain won't stop for a while, and now it's getting heavier and heavier, and at this rate, it won't take a few hours for the gymnasium to be completely soaked in water!"

"It's all water, and the tent can't sleep anyone."

"What the hell is ...... weather"

The people who speak are all NPCs, and what they are worried about is generally the inconvenience of life.

Only the player watched the rain and fell into a deep silence.

Fu Xing and Jiang Mo had already packed their things, she carried the bag on her back and gave Jiang Mo the small bag of things.

"I'll sleep in the stands tonight and try not to get wet."

Jiang Mo nodded, he took the lead out of the tent, walked to the steps on both sides, and climbed up to the highest stand.

Seeing their movements, the players tacitly packed their things, and the tents were gone, bringing the necessary things with them, and also going to the stands on both sides.

Half of the NPCs followed suit in the stands, and half of them were reluctant to move places.

Of course, the stands are not as comfortable as in the tents, not to mention that the rain will not affect them for the time being.

In the end, however, Sun Rui mandated that all survivors go to the stands, have less exposure to rainwater, and stay dry.

But after all, he said, I don't know if the NPCs want to listen or not.

After Fu Xing sat down, he put down his bag, leaning back against the back of the chair, his brain a little empty.

After a while, she saw Qi Feng carrying a toolbox, walked to a position with an indifferent expression, and sat down slowly.

The white-haired youth is almost always alone these days.

He never mentioned his identity, but he probably knew that Fuxing had already seen that he was not an NPC in the game.

Therefore, it was probably from that time that the white-haired young man no longer substituted himself as a housekeeper.

After arriving at the gymnasium, he really separated himself from Fuxing into two individuals.

In the past few days, Fuxing has noticed an interesting phenomenon.

Neither the player nor the NPC is willing to provoke Qi Feng.

The feeling that gave her was ...... Reverence, reverence, fear.

The white-haired youth also seems to be accustomed to it, and will not be affected.

Fu Xing thought for a moment, stood up and walked towards him.

A few minutes later, she sat down on the right hand side of the white-haired youth.

"Pray."

"Huh?"

Fu Xing tilted his head and said, "Why don't you come with us?" ”

The voice fell.

Qi Feng paused and repeated:

“…… Together? ”

The white-haired young man's voice was faint, and the green in his eyes was like a green pine with a layer of hazy clouds in the mountain stream.

"Well, together." Fu Xing replied softly.

She looked across from him and didn't look at him.

Qi Feng is alone, blame the pitiful, and it seems that no one dares to talk to him, so they all stay away.

It reminded her of the gods on high.

The gods are noble and incomparable, and mortals respect them and dare not get close to them.

Closeness is blasphemy, it is sin.

Therefore, the gods have no friends, and they are alone in the clouds looking down on the world.

The joys and sorrows of the world are not the same.

The deity is not without desires, but his situation and position, which gives him no opportunity to experience and come into contact with the seven emotions and six desires of this world.

Qi Feng gave Fu Xing such an illusion for no reason.

It's a lot like.

The white-haired youth turned his head, and his indifferent gaze swept over the girl's side face.

After a pause, he nodded, "Yes." ”

The voice is faint, and the emotions at the bottom of the eyes do not fluctuate too much.

However, his fingertips twitched slightly, and he tapped his seat.

It was as if there were mixed feelings in one place, and the color in the green eyes was unexpectedly a few degrees deeper, as if something had been stirred, but the fluctuations were very small, and they were all hidden in the bottom of the eyes.