"Okay."

Teng Teng looked at the back of the stranger, nodded with a complicated expression, and then left silently.

The dimly lit waiting hall was once again cold and silent.

"Exit the game."

After a call, Yun Fan's figure also dissipated.

Back in the real world, it's pitch black.

Listening to the crackling sound of the wind hitting the window glass, Yun Fan walked into the bathroom as always, threw in the towels, and wiped the family photos and trophies with a serious face.

Then, after closing the curtains, Yunfan took off his cotton slippers and wrapped the quilt tightly, and entered the isolated dreamland.

......

Following

It's still a mix of wind and snow.

Today, there is only one class.

Unhurriedly packed up the bedding, and after breakfast, Yun Fan threw down a bill and took the bus to school.

"Pengtian."

Approaching the classroom, Yun Fan naturally sat next to Chen Pengtian and slapped him awake from his drowsiness.

"Brother Yun." Chen Pengtian rubbed his eyes and got up from the desk, "That... Did you know that last night, strangers and third-rate routines fought a solo battle? ”

"By the way, you may not know the third-rate routine. I tell you, this man is..."

Chen Pengtian chattered endlessly, muttering about his popular science full of loopholes that he heard from nowhere.

"I don't know, I haven't heard of it."

After pouring a big gulp, Yun Fan responded indifferently.

"Huh?"

The fat man pulled out his tone, he narrowed his eyes, and looked Yun Fan up and down with an uncomfortable gaze, he wanted to say something, but he couldn't speak.

That look made Yun Fan's heart furious.

"If you don't know, then forget it." After uncovering this passage, Chen Pengtian reached out and probed into the table hole, "Alas, Brother Yun." I have a gift for you. ”

"Gifts?"

Looking at the schoolgirl wearing a red and white beanie walking past him, and recalling the Christmas tree in front of the store he saw when he took the bus, Yun Fan asked,

"Christmas?"

"Hey, what's that?" Chen Pengtian waved his hand again and again, "If we want to pass, let's pass this of our own..."

"New Year's Day!"

Swish!

Pulling out a bag of red window flowers from his schoolbag and handing it to Yun Fan, the fat man smiled.

Followed by

He pulled out a large bag of rice balls filled with black sesame seeds and stacked them on top of the window grille.

"You're good, that's good."

Yun Fan couldn't cry or laugh.

"Of course, I bought it early, and the price hasn't increased yet."

Chen Pengtian scratched his head and smiled.

"Brother Yun, what is the name of that game ID that you are afraid of nightmares? Do you want to team up for a few fights at night? ”

"This..."

Yun Fan, who was stuffing gifts into his schoolbag, was suddenly stunned,

"Forget it, we'll talk about it in a few days."

"Oh..."

Chen Pengtian continued to lengthen his tone, staring at him with that strange gaze again.

It wasn't until Yun Fan flicked him a few brain crashes that this guy stopped doing this.

soon

It's class time.

I don't know when I was distracted, Yun Fan tilted his head to look out the window, and suddenly remembered Lin Wang in Huicheng High School.

In this situation,

How similar!

Time passed quietly and inadvertently.

After class, Yun Fan waved goodbye to Chen Pengtian, and then rushed all the way home.

Put on your helmet and the Outlander enters the Horror Nightmare Game.

A familiar dim glow shines.

In the waiting hall, Yun Fan walked into the battle channel, raised his hand and clicked the button.

Sou!

【

Mode: Story mode

Scene: Bluestone Town

Introduce:

Her life withered like a flower.

When the love connected by blood turns into unforgettable hatred, a mouthful of depressed resentment turns into a violent obsession.

"Dad, mother."

"Isn't my life my life?"

Jumping out of the Three Realms, not among the Five Elements.

The soul of man is good and evil, and the soul of man is foolish.

The soul is gone, but the soul remains in the shell.

is for,

Corpse!

】

[The current scene limits the use of executioners: Chainsaw Clown.] 】

Click!

The rain poured down, and thunder pierced the night sky. valley

Clowns covered in heavy frost appear outside the castle.

"Story mode again?"

Yun Fan frowned.

Isn't that a little too frequent?

"Zombies?"

But when his eyes fell on these two words, Yun Fan's eyes lit up.

Interesting!

Finally, it's no longer a Western background.

Wipe away the mist from the window, and the reflection of the Ice and Snow King is reflected in Yunfan's eyes.

But at this moment...

"Hee-hee!"

The reflection suddenly grinned, revealing fangs,

"Outlander."

"Shh

It put its fingers to its lips and made a silent gesture,

"This time, we're heading to someone else's territory."

"So..."

"Be careful!"

As soon as the words fell,

The countdown of the system sounded on time.

“10。”

“9。”

“...”

“3。”

“2。”

“1。”

[The game has officially begun!] 】

The castle, the sky, including Yunfan himself, everything began to crumble inch by inch.

......

[Dacheng Dynasty, the last years. 】

[Outside, there are Wei Sea Demons and evil disasters along the coast, and there are major droughts and floods inside, famine and famine years. 】

[The people are struggling to make a living. 】

In the darkness where you can't see your fingers, blood-glittering text prompts emerge from the void.

forthwith

It's dawn.

The sharp sound of the bamboo flute mixed with the sound of the drizzling rain reached Yunfan's ears and eyes.

Between the cramped bluestone alleys, a misty drizzle poured down.

Drops of clear water flowed through the tiles, dripping down the eaves and hitting the Piper's hat, splashing a tiny splash.

Squatting against the wall in the corner, the old beggar playing the flute opened his round and cloudy eyes, and his wrinkled hands clasped the jade-colored piccolo, playing a piercing tone.

"I heard that the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance went to Jingmian Saint in a few months, saying that he wanted to return our people to a bright future. It's just..."

"Wei Hai Demon seems to have slaughtered a few more towns, saying that the imperial court's troops have suffered heavy losses. Right now, it's even more tyrannical, alas. ”

A group of thin, yellow-faced women talked and walked down the alley.

"I see, it's the storyteller farting!" A woman with a burst personality pointed to the sky and scolded angrily, "What martial arts alliance leader? This group of people in the martial arts are eating fat heads and big ears one by one, which one of them or those evil officials has taken care of our life and death? ”

"If you want me to say, if you want me to say, you should let God open his eyes and kill them with a thunderbolt!"

Click!

Click!

At this time, two silver snake-like thunderbolts fell, and the rain suddenly became turbulent.

Wow, wow, wow...

A baby held on the woman's chest woke up with a delicate cry.

"This, this, don't talk nonsense!"

Everyone lowered their voices, and one woman turned her head in a panic and covered the mouth of the woman who had spoken before.

"Whew..."

They were all relieved to see that there was only one beggar who was far away from them, and no one else was noticing.

The woman who had inadvertently spoken her heart was so frightened that she almost sat down on the ground, barely able to stand up with the help of the people around her.

"Yo, yo, yo, yo..."

The woman holding the baby hurriedly shook her arms and coaxed the baby to go.

"If you want me to say, you have to hurry up and find a good home for your daughter!"

The woman who had said the wrong thing before seemed to be in a hurry to change the conversation in order to forget her previous words as quickly as possible.

"Exactly." Another woman holding her also spoke, "Just by virtue of your girl's appearance and figure, if you marry a rich and noble family, why do you have to worry about eating and drinking?" ”

“...”

"This..."

The woman holding the child only smiled wryly at these words, and she licked the drops of water from her dry lips and remained silent.

The group is gradually moving away,

The sound of the bamboo flute also stopped suddenly.

Putting down the bamboo flute, the old man lifted his hat and looked up at the gray sky.

"If virtue is not worthy, there will be disaster!"

He spoke quietly.

Immediately, the piccolo was played.

The sound of the flute swept away the previous weakness and powerlessness, and suddenly it was like a storm, and it was like a sword roaring, and the handsome horse neighed.

And at this time,

Yun Fan's perspective began to move with the woman who was far away, floating past the alley.