God, grab a kiss

"Don't take anything that hasn't been officially announced yet seriously," he advised.

He seemed to be worried that Fang Yi's expectations were too high and he would be too disappointed when the time came.

After receiving his kindness, Fang Yi smiled and was very confident in his inference. In response to the light-burning watch, he also explained: "Even if Genesis has never opened an exchange channel, it's not a big deal. The same is true for the money in the game." Money, being able to make money is fun to me, and having fun makes me happy.”

"So, your interest is not in playing games, but in making money."

"That's right." Fang Yi nodded heavily, and in order to let the swordsman with the lamp burner see clearly, she also deliberately manipulated the Tsing Yi Heroine into nodding.

There was another moment of silence.

He didn't speak, and Fang Yi couldn't find a new topic to talk about. Her eyes began to wander around, and she gradually heard the sound of the stream behind her, the sound of players playing in the distance, and the melodious sound of a flute.

"Someone is playing the flute."

"Ju Yu Xiaomeng, the folk music he learned."

"How do you know so clearly?" Fang Yi asked subconsciously. After asking, she realized that the question was redundant.

From the initial introduction, she should have known that the two people knew each other and had a close relationship.

"He's my nephew."

"Ahem, the kissing kind?" Fang Yi was shocked.

"The kissing kind." He nodded and answered in the affirmative.

Fang Yi was a little envious. It was a wonderful feeling for the whole family to play the same game. She had never had the opportunity to experience it because her parents only had one daughter. She only had contact with them when there was something going on and she had to be there. Without her as a child, sometimes she felt bored and took the initiative to call her parents to say hello, but they would think she was intrusive.

Her parents are like this, and her relatives at home won't even pay attention to her.

"Why is the flute he plays so sad?" Fang Yi murmured, not knowing whether it was his own heart that was sad or the music played by Ju Yu Xiaomeng that was sad.

Unaware of her emotional changes, she stayed awake and watched the sword and explained: "I'm probably a little tired of practicing every day for the exam."

"When you play games, you have to act like you're playing games. You shouldn't be happy while practicing while playing games." Fang Yi forced a smile, feeling glad in her heart that, across the computer, her emotions wouldn't completely distract her from watching the game at the same time. Exposed before the sword.

"It's time to remind him."

Watching the Sword by Burning the Light suddenly stood up. Fang Yi thought she was going to save the boy who was tortured by the exam and let Ju Yu Xiaomeng have memories of indulgent games. She quickly got up and followed. However, Watching the Sword by Burning the Light did not even think about letting Ju Yu Xiaomeng have any happy memories. Like an old-fashioned elder, he rudely ordered him to go offline, practice his instrument carefully, and come back to play after the exam.

Looking at the place where Ju Yu Xiaomeng disappeared, Fang Yi sighed, thinking to herself, hoping that the child would not hold a grudge against her after knowing the truth.

She really didn't mean it.

"Ju Yu Xiaomeng is gone, will the system invite other players to be NPCs?"

"probably not."

"What about the players who come to Four Seasons Valley later?" Fang Yi remembered that in order to enter the valley, an NPC must help register and obtain props and stones.

"Four Seasons Valley cannot be opened at any time." Probably because of Tachibana Yu Xiaomeng, I am familiar with Four Seasons Valley and know the beautiful scenery here. I also know that when there are no NPCs working here, the system will declare the valley closed.

In other words, if you want to come here to see the scenery and play, you have to try your luck. After all, player NPCs like Ju Yu Xiaomeng are not always available.

Knowing this, Fang Yi felt even deeper.

Just because of her words, not only did Ju Yu Xiaomeng lose the ability to play the game, but also the players who came later lost the opportunity to see the beautiful scenery of Four Seasons Valley.

"Don't feel guilty." He was suddenly comforted while watching the sword by the light of day.

Fang Yi coughed dryly.

He continued: "Sometimes, surprises come from randomness."

"Then not everyone gets a chance."

"Not everyone will like the same scenery. Just let nature take its course, otherwise you will live a very tired life." He said warm words in a calm voice.

Fang Yi felt that if she listened to a few more words, her love brain would grow naturally.

I don’t know if watching the sword by burning the midnight oil predicted her thoughts. Just when she was looking forward to having a boyfriend like a great god to love her, he suddenly said in disappointment: "It's eleven o'clock."

"what?"

"It's time for you to go to sleep." The voice holding the light could not be refused.

Fang Yi, who woke up from her fantasy, curled her lips and retorted rebelliously: "I rarely go to bed so early."

"Science shows that staying up late is bad for your health."

"I know and believe in science, but I don't want to hear it or change it." Fang Yi refused to face such a great god. She wanted someone who was gentle and considerate. She hoped that the person in front of her could be merciful and allow her dreams to be fulfilled. Keep doing it.

"I can spar with you." The topic of sword watching changed so quickly that Fang Yi couldn't keep up, but she knew clearly that the great master she wanted had not come back yet: "Why should I spar with you?" .”

"My experience tells me that if you keep losing in the competition, you will lose the fun of the game, and you will go to sleep by then."

"..."

Are you sure this is trying to get her to sleep, rather than trying to shut her down?

"How's it going?" he asked tentatively, looking at the sword with the light on, and looked eager to give it a try.

Fang Yi felt helpless from the bottom of her heart.

She would definitely not be able to beat him in a competition with a master. Since he couldn't beat him, he had no choice but to join!

Reluctantly saying "good night", Fang Yi chose to log off. Because she was a little bit escaping, she had already exited the game interface without waiting for a response, and slumped down on the chair, staring at the computer screen in despair. The dynamic picture inside.

After persuading Fang Yi to retreat, he turned on the light and watched the sword. Just as he was about to log off for a rest, Nu Baodan's private message popped up: "Sir Gang Leader, what on earth have you done? It's all on the hot search!!!"

"I didn't do anything." He gave a formulaic response.

Knowing that if he could come back, he must be free, Nu Baodan quickly called over to greet him: "Where are you?"

"Entrance to Four Seasons Valley."

"one person?"

I stood up and watched the sword for a while and thought about it. Fang Yi was already offline. He was indeed the only one here, so he replied truthfully: "Yes."

After receiving his affirmative answer, Nu Baodan secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He kept flipping through the rumor posts like snowflakes, patiently looking for content related to "Watching Swordsman by Light" and "Wolf Walking", thinking about how to solve this problem. A sudden and unexpected disaster.

He rarely bothered with "nothing". Seeing that Nu Baodan didn't reply for a long time, he had to take the initiative to ask: "Is there anything else? If nothing happens, I will log off and take a rest."

Nuclear Baodan thought for a while, and realized that a war of public opinion was obviously not suitable for watching the sword by burning the midnight oil. As long as he didn't really do anything that would lead to chaos and abandonment, the right solution would be to just do whatever he needed to do. He waved his hand and asked the lamplighter to watch. Guan Jian took a rest earlier and left the game, a place of right and wrong.