Quick time travel villain professional

When Lu Yinchuan fell down, all kinds of things in this life flashed through his mind. The person he couldn't let go of the most was Song Qingcheng, the thing he couldn't let go of the most were those weapons, and what made him regret the most was that he didn't discover Jing Ruhua earlier.

However, he has no regrets at all for creating the game against the sky, and he is even fortunate that the greatest pride in his life is the creation of the sky monster and the hologram against the sky.

The sea surface returned to calm, and there were a large number of corpses and broken parts floating on the sea surface on this side. Thousands of human beings were buried here. They did not expect that these shells were real, and the "protection" they launched was fundamentally Does not exist, can only be lost by the shells fired by itself.

Not only in this sea area, similar things are happening in various places in the world.

The sky-defying hologram is paralyzed and can no longer be used. Human beings have only been silent for a day. The sense of loss after leaving the game has left them nowhere to vent. Looking at the familiar life scenes, they are still in a trance, as if they have returned to the game, especially Some trade unions found people from the same organization and began to fight monsters and upgrade.

The world began to be chaotic, because a game made many people crazy, the government had to take strong measures to suppress it, and human beings began to realize that the catastrophe brought about by online games is even more terrifying when it is poisoned by drugs. A ban on travel has been issued everywhere, no matter what kind of game it is, it has begun to be banned, and some places have even adopted means of banning the Internet to prevent people from becoming addicted to the Internet.

In the Song family's villa, a beautiful girl sat on the floor in a daze, listening to the words of the visitor, her eyes were empty.

"Miss Song, I haven't found Major General Lu's body yet, so my condolences."

Song Qingcheng was sitting on the floor, holding a photo frame. Inside the photo frame was an old man and a young man. It was Grandpa Song and Song Qingcheng.

"Grandpa, I was wrong, you and Yinchuan don't leave Qingcheng, okay, I will never play games again, never again." Song Qingcheng hugged the photo frame tightly in her arms, tears dripping down .

"Yes, I don't play games anymore, I don't play games anymore." Song Qingcheng muttered repeatedly, then suddenly got up from the ground, frantically moved the chair and smashed it at the computer in the study, "I don't play games anymore, I won't play games anymore. "Song Qingcheng cried while smashing, the computer was smashed into pieces, some parts stabbed Song Qingcheng's arm, she didn't know it, smashed the computer and smashed the game helmet.

"You all come back, I won't play anymore, grandpa, Yinchuan, I listen to you, stop playing, and never play again, woohoo." Song Qingcheng was paralyzed on the floor with his hands and feet loose, and the computer under him The parts cut her back and there was no feeling.

Suddenly, Song Qingcheng only felt a pain in his brain, and some memories began to swarm in, and the pictures were pieced together from sporadic, airplanes and cannons, as well as those shells, those collapsed houses, the human beings crushed in the ruins, The image of broken limbs and rivers of blood exploded in Song Qingcheng's mind. It was the image of Song Qingcheng bombing the island country. After Jing Ruhua left, the control over her was not so strong. Lu Yinchuan's Grandpa Song Her death greatly stimulated her, and Jing Ruhua's hypnosis on her was lifted, and her memory came back.

"No, no, I didn't do that, I didn't kill people, I didn't, it was a game, it wasn't real, it wasn't real." Song Qingcheng shook her head back and forth, her body receded until she reached the corner of the wall .

"I didn't kill people, I didn't kill people, it wasn't me, it wasn't me." Song Qingcheng's voice was hoarse, and he kept repeating the same sentence, his hair was disheveled, the focus of his eyes still slowly faded, and one of his brains snapped. String, Song Qingcheng yelled and ran out of the room.

"I didn't kill anyone, it wasn't me, it wasn't me." Song Qingcheng yelled frantically on the street, but no one responded to her, and the whole world seemed to be quiet. Song Qingcheng smiled silly and walked forward, "Yinchuan, you Come pick me up!"