Collapse: Watching my simulation, why are there small pearls falling?

How to say it.

Although Jingliu successfully gave Bai Heng the experience of a cold sword master falling in love with me after plundering Jingyuan.

But Bai Heng still couldn't eat soft hair.

If the Daxuewang tea was opened, he would feel uncomfortable for a day, and if it was not opened, he would feel uncomfortable for a week.

This feeling is like the author of a novel. If he types, he will feel uncomfortable for a day, and if he doesn't type, he will feel like ants crawling all over his body.

So after a few days of idleness, he had to keep the store open again.

Alas, I can only say that his life is cheap and he can't handle the overwhelming wealth.

As for Jingliu, the former Luofu sword master, after returning to his hometown, just as she and Jingyuan said, he stayed in Luofu temporarily.

During the day, she would go to the martial arts arena to practice swordplay. When it was close to dusk, she would appear in front of Bai Heng on time with the setting sun, and gently say:

"I'm back."

Although the days were plain, they were also warm.

But this warmth was mixed with a crisis.

Looking at Yu Zhao, Bai Heng looked worried.

At this time, the latest news about Yu Zhao was naturally about Liu Ying.

But the expression sent by Miss Firefly, who was out on a mission, made Bai Heng's hair stand on end.

[Firefly: Smile.JPG]

Although she didn't say anything, it seemed like she said everything..

If it really doesn't work, why don't you go out and avoid the limelight?

This idea just came to Bai Heng's mind.

A certain arrogant energy bottle guy once said:

Heroes, you can't escape from the battle!

The debt owed must be repaid. Even if there is a hot Shura field ahead, I have to take out the heart of the great hero Emiya and go forward~

So!

In order to better deal with the terrifying Shura field that will happen in the future.

Can only...

"Simulation-start!"

[The swordman simulation system has been completed. Do you want to enter? ]

"Yes."

[Random entries are generated. Please choose three from the following entry talents to start the simulation. ]

[Little Nanliang (one star): As we all know, the end of Nanliang is the Northern Dynasty. Your appearance will be soft and slender, and your charm value will be improved to a certain extent, but please choose carefully. ]

Bai Heng: ? ? ?

You gave me a big wave right away, right?

[Elegant temperament (two stars): Elegance is an art engraved in your bones. Your behavior leaves a deep impression on people. 】

[Nicotine (two stars): Cigarettes can keep your mind calm at all times and can also significantly reduce your stress level. 】

[Word Spirit Technique (five stars): In certain situations, words can also become a weapon to kill people, and you are very proficient in this. 】

[Gun Fighting Technique (four stars): The shooter can make the bullet turn by shaking his wrist rapidly at the moment the bullet is fired! At the same time, the joint use of sharp blades and firearms, you are very handy. 】

Well, it's another bright episode.

Looking at the random entries from the system, Bai Heng smacked his lips.

Compared to the entries given in the last simulation, although there is only one five-star entry, Word Spirit Art, this time, it is not much different in terms of versatility.

Whether it is gun fighting or nicotine, it is a real improvement.

Without much hesitation, Bai Heng has made his own choice.

"Choose Word Spirit Art, Gun Fighting Art, and Nicotine as the entries for this simulation."

[Ding, entry selection is completed, simulation loading...]

[Simulation loading completed...]

[Consciousness transfer, corresponding scene is being generated. 】

In the continuous echo of the system sound, Bai Heng felt that his whole person seemed to be surrounded by a strong sense of sleepiness.

Even consciousness was emptying up bit by bit.

Tian Yi Wu. (To read the exciting novel, go to Fulu Novel Network!)

In the 2098th century of the Amber Calendar, this planet was rated as one of the most chaotic planets in the universe by the Interstellar Peace Company, with a habitability level of D.

This is a world polluted by a star core.

Humans living here for a long time will gradually lose their fear, and thus be dominated by desire and pleasure, turning into demons.

Here, money can be exchanged for anything that can satisfy you.

The continuation of life, the increase of strength, or even - a living life. []

Beside her ears, there are harsh cries and ugly insults.

In the air, there is a disgusting smell of swill.

But for all of this, the young Kafka has become accustomed to it.

The number of children locked up with her is decreasing day by day. Perhaps tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, she will disappear.

But there was no panic in her purple eyes, she just stared at the blue sky through the prison.

Once upon a time, Kafka also yearned for freedom.

But in Tianyiwu, a place where desires are sinking, the word freedom is too far away for a powerless child.

So far away that she no longer has any extravagant hopes.

She is just a fallen leaf in the rushing water, unable to choose her own future, of course, even if there is a choice.

These futures will all point to a shattered death without exception.

All Kafka can do is curl up her small body and try to bring warmth to herself in the corner of the dark prison.

But there is a saying that goes like this.

When you are the most lonely and hopeless, a door will suddenly open beside you.

After groping in the dark for an unknown period of time, Kafka, who was only ten years old, finally ushered in the first light in her life.

“.Boom!”

The strong explosion tore open the door of the dark warehouse, and the flames and the dazzling sunlight dispelled all the darkness in the warehouse.

It also made Kafka, who had been in the dark for many years, subconsciouslySquinted her eyes.

But she still saw it.

She saw a scene that made her unbelievable.

In this warehouse covered with smoke and fog, a tall and thin figure stepped in step by step.

Although he was surrounded by vicious humanoid demons, his steps were still leisurely, as if he was not walking into the encirclement of demons, but into a crowded commercial street.

And the next moment, as the figure slowly exhaled a faint green smoke, he slowly drew out the long knife at his waist, and then...

The killing began!

(Wang Nuo Zhao) The blood and the knife light intertwined, the demons screamed, the roar of guns, all of which should have brought uncontrollable fear to the young Kafka.

But this did not happen.

Holding tightly to the cold bars of the prison, Kafka's purple eyes were watching everything happening in front of her.

The demons fell, their wailing, the blood splattered, the scene she had wanted to see day and night, finally happened!

These scenes made her little heart beat faster.

It was not until a pleasant smell of cigarettes blew on her face that Kafka came back to her senses from the shock.

And it was at this moment that she finally saw the figure clearly.

It was a man in a black coat, with a cold face with clear lines, black pupils with turbidity, and an unknown smell of cigarettes on his body, which was pleasant but not pungent.

After seeing her, the man grinned.

"Hey, good eyes, kid, do you want to go with me?"

.........