Under the bright but not dazzling light, a man and a woman sat on the sofa, one holding a mobile phone, the other holding a level, the atmosphere seemed very harmonious, adding two points of color to the already warm cabin.

Song Zhan glanced at Qian Siwen's fair and tender pink feet, and swallowed hard in his heart, This kind of test is really unbearable for ordinary people, and then continued: "Why don't I go back first, and you can rest early." ”

Qian Siwen put his legs down, sat up straight, and said, "I just finished eating, will I not rest anymore?" ”

'Rest again, I'm going to be on the Nancheng Morning Post tomorrow if I can't figure it out.' ’

Song Zhan thought secretly in his heart, but shook his head with a smile on his face: "No, this big night will affect your rest, I heard that beautiful women must sleep beautifully." ”

Qian Siwen put down his mobile phone and approached Song Zhan, but Song Zhan could only lean back and finally leaned back on the sofa.

The summer in Nancheng has not yet passed, and although it is already late at night, there is still a trace of heat in the living room.

Song Zhan, who was stared at by Qian Siwen, gradually sweated on his back.

"It's a big night, it's troublesome to run back and forth, or stay with me, there is a vacant room next door."

Qian Siwen muttered in a low voice, and Song Zhan could even smell a wisp of fragrance emanating from her.

"Ahem, ahem!"

He coughed vigorously, and then said, "Oh no, I may have a fever and cold, so I'll go back first, and I can't infect you." ”

Watching Song Zhan leave in a hurry, Qian Siwen didn't stop him, until the door of the living room was closed with a "click", and then he laughed proudly.

"You can't escape the palm of my mother's hand."

Out of the apartment, Blown by the cool evening breeze, Song Zhan calmed down the heat in his heart and shook his head with a wry smile.

This stupid woman, aren't you afraid that a young man like me will not be able to control it and do something to her?

I looked back again, and saw that the light in the kitchen on the eleventh floor was on, and there was a vague shadow waving my arm.

At the same time, Song Zhan's mobile phone lit up, and it was a voice from Qian Siwen.

"Master, pay attention to safety on the road!"

The concern in his tone was very obvious, Song Zhan smiled, looked up at Qian Siwen by the window, and waved his hand under the street lamp.

Seeing Song Zhan's response, Qian Siwen waved his arm twice, then put it down and watched Song Zhan drive out of the community.

Back home, Song Zhan didn't do anything, just lay on the bed and fell asleep.

......

The next day, early in the morning.

Song Zhan finished running and came to the breakfast shop he had chosen.

In the process of waiting, he did not forget to send a greeting to Qian Siwen.

didn't wait for Qian Siwen's reply, but waited for the xiaolongbao in the hands of the proprietress.

After Meimei had breakfast, Song Kai drove to the knife hall to learn knife skills, and waited until the afternoon to return home and continue to go online.

Time is fair to everyone, every day drips into the long river of time, no sound, no waves.

More than half a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

In the empty and lonely desert, the lonely moon hangs high, and the stars are hidden.

Under the night sky, a figure wearing a red-edged battle armor on a black background and holding a pitch-black sword stood quietly in place.

Not far from him, a majestic player wearing a demon mask, holding a golden-backed nine-ring broadsword, looked at him for a long time.

"Brother, I don't think I know you."

The player holding the black sword raised his head and looked at the other party and said, in the bright moonlight, the cold Shura mask was clearly visible, it was Song Zhan.

Song Zhan looked at the player wearing the demon mask opposite, and there was a trace of solemnity in his eyes.

Just now, he fought with the other party once, although it was only a small temptation, but Song Zhan could also feel that the strength of the other side was not weak.

The most important thing is that the other party took the initiative to attack him, but the system did not give a name prompt, which means that the other party must have a way to hide his real name.

"Hehe, I'm a nobody, of course I'm not worthy of your acquaintance, but I'm like a thunderbolt to the name of the ink god."

Beneath the demon mask, a calm, neutral voice rang out.

"I want to learn a thing or two from the ink god, and ask the ink god for more advice."

He said that he was instructing, but the behavior and tone of the demon masked man were full of randomness.

And as soon as he finished speaking, the gold-backed nine-ring broadsword in his hand had already been chopped out.

A pale golden sword qi struck towards Song Zhan's chest, extremely fast.

Turning the sword body and blocking this sword qi, Song Zhan stopped talking, and the battle qi in his body suddenly exploded.

If you want to fight, then fight!

With a bang, Song Zhan's figure had already appeared in front of the demon masked man, and the big sword in his hand slashed down angrily.

"Bell!"

Swords clashed, and the crisp sound of metal clashing echoed through the vast desert.

"It's really stressful."

The calm voice of the demon masked man sounded in Song Zhan's ears, and at the same time, the big knife slashed horizontally at Song Zhan's waist.

What a speed!

Song Zhan's eyes flashed with surprise, and the other party's speed was a little unsuitable for his size.

Stepping on the ground and twisting his body, Song Zhan also swept with a sword and stopped the opponent's sword.

After colliding again, the attack of the two exploded in vain.

Countless sword lights and sword shadows surrounded the two of them, and the sand and stones of the land around them were either swept by the sword qi or slashed by the sword rays.

After a while, the big knife in the hand of the demon masked man suddenly disappeared, and his body suddenly rushed to two feet in front of Song Zhan with both hands clenched into fists, and directly hit Song Zhan's door.

As the saying goes, an inch is long and an inch is strong, and an inch is short and an inch is dangerous.

Switching from a big knife to a pair of fists, he suddenly approached, and with just one move, the demon masked man had already taken the lead.

If this punch hits, Song Zhan will definitely fall into passivity.

In this regard, Song Zhan did not dodge, the light on his waist flashed, and the big sword in his hand also disappeared, and then raised his arm and clenched his fist.

The fist was clenched, and the finger bones made a popping sound like crushing beans, and the palm seemed to hold thunder and lightning.

Boom!

The fists covered in the armor collided with each other, making a dull metal thud.

A wave of qi mixed with thunder and lightning and golden light swept out from the center of the two fists, and the two forces continued to compete and collide through each other's fists, and the surrounding sand and dust were all shaken away under this wave of qi.

In the midst of the surging dust, Song Zhan took the lead in closing his fist, and then an even more violent punch slammed into the face of the demon masked man.

An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth!

The Demon Masked Man took two steps back, dodged the punch, kicked the ground, shoveled up three inches of sand and forcibly stopped his body, and then slammed Song Zhan's fist with the same punch.

Boom!

A muffled sound even worse than before came, and the demon masked man kicked back three steps in a row, but Song Zhan only took one step back, then stabilized his body and made a judgment!

"The ink god is really powerful, not only the weapon is strong, but the hand-to-hand combat is not weak!"

The Demon Masked Man slammed his fists into the ground like a javelin, and there seemed to be a ripple in his voice.

"Hehe, you're not bad either."

Song Zhan showed a hint of a smile under his visor, and responded in a subtle tone.