Pianpian Does not Grow Up

It was still early, and Ji Pianpian was excited for half of the night, where he could fall asleep.

She logged into the game, opened her backpack and stared at the skill book for a while.

It is impossible to go back.

The Gaofun number went badly, but it also lost money.

She couldn't ride someone else's tandem ride, and after seeing the sky full of fireworks and agreeing to sell it to him, she turned her face on her face and was not a human being.

Besides...

Even if she really wanted to give the skill book to Save God, she couldn't give it.

Give in reality?

The intention is too obvious, she is shameless!

In the game...

She doesn't even know what the true ID of Zhendu God looks like!

That's it.

Blame her and him for nothing.

Thinking of this, Ji Pianpian's excitement fell.

Shen Du tonight perfectly fits her ideal type in all aspects, and it is not an exaggeration to say that she fell in love with him at first sight.

Can…

Ji Pianpian has never been in love and has always watched countless novels, movies and TV series.

Shen Du's attitude towards her was completely a gentleman-like senior, with no other thoughts at all.

Ji Pianpian turned over, lay on her back on the bed, and sighed slightly:

Meet for the first time.

Probably it will be the last time.

Ideal type, really can only be ideal.

Just lost a minute or two, Ji Pianpian shook his head and threw all the mess out.

At this time, her mood is nothing more than "fans see idols": longing for it, admiring it...but not persistent.

Idols, after all, are out of reach.

Ji Pianpian closed the backpack interface, and just about to open the friend bar, he saw the demon warlock next to him.

In the desolate Icefield Novice Zone, the slender Mozu stood in the harsh wind with a deadwood staff, his posture was desolate and lonely, and there was a sense of loneliness that did not know how long he stood.

Ji Pianpian was taken aback: "You are here..."

As soon as he wanted to see if he was online or not, people stood in front of him.

Ji Pianpian was frightened and also had a little surprise. If they were online, they could do the task together...

what.

Ji Pianpian soon discovered something was wrong:

"Isn't it?"

"What about people?"

"Not here?"

She spoke a few words in a row, and the Demon Warlock stood there stiffly, as if his soul was out of his body.

It turned out to be hanging up.

Ji Pianpian stared at him for a while, suddenly her hands itchy.

The man who had killed him thirty-five times was close in front of him, still motionless, at the mercy of others.

If you don't get revenge at this time, when will you get it!

Ji Pianpian picked up the staff and swished three or four skills at the demon warlock.

Big ice cube, boom!

Big fireball, boom!

Lightning and thunder, pounding!

After a violent bombardment, the demon warlock did not lose any blood.

Because it is a peaceful mode, of course no life will be lost. Ji Pianpian didn't really want to kill him, just... a drill.

The dialog box pops up unexpectedly—

Unduly: "?"

Ji Pianpian: "!"

How did he go online!

The little mage who got caught was only half a second away from going offline on the spot!

System reminder: The player will not send you a duel invitation.

Ji Pianpian: "..." The guilty conscience was instantly covered by anger.

He killed her thirty-five times, what happened to her peaceful mode throwing him a few skills, as for the duel when he came up?

Hit and hit, who is afraid of anyone!

Ji Pianpian accepted in angrily, a battle flag stood between the two, and the sound effect changed suddenly, from a melodious desert stop to a drum of fighting.

The ID of the demon warlock in front of him also changed from friendly white to dangerous scarlet.

Three two one.

At the end of the countdown, Ji Pianpian's heart was pounding, and his fingers on the keyboard and mouse trembled even more nervously.

How to PK?

She vaguely remembered the priest’s even recruiting, the wizard’s...

No matter, close your eyes and throw it away!

Ji Pianpian treats the Demon Warlock as a goblin, smashing a series of skills, and doesn't care about accuracy and damage value.

Can't be counseled.

She died thirty-five times, fearless!

Rumble!

The sound of the skill was vigorous, and Ji Pianpian bit her lower lip and looked at the screen.

System reminder: Congratulations on killing the player "Wu Du".

Ji Pianpian: "???"

Only then did she discover that the Demon Warlock who initiated a duel request to her hadn't moved at all, none of his skills were useful, and his position had not been moved, so she stood there and threw skills to her.

—He killed her on purpose.

One side is defeated and the duel ends.

The demon warlock stood up and typed: "Next time you want to kill me, remember to start a duel first."

Ji Pianpian has a guilty conscience: "Who wants to kill you."

Not Du: "Who lost the skill just now?"

Ji Pianpian stopped pretending: "What's wrong with killing you, you kill me thirty-five times, and you are not allowed to kill me back?"

"Yes," he said slowly, "any kill and any punishment."

Ji Pianpian won't be coaxed by him: "It's just a trumpet. What if I kill you three hundred or five times." It's trivial.

Unduly: "Um..."

Ji Pianpian: "You can kill me if you have the ability."

Not: "I can open a large size, but I feel bad about your hand."

Ji Pianpian: "???"

Fudu: "Your attack with a spell is 20 o'clock, and the dark night assassin automatically returns 100 points of blood per second. I take off my clothes and stand still. You may kill until dawn..." Only pressing the keyboard and pressing the hand cramps.

You don't need to finish the words, the meaning is in place.

This is really the standard "extremely hurtful and insulting doubled" sentence!

Ji Pianpian: "..."

Let her be so angry!

If you can't say that you can't beat it, you can still go.

Ji Pianpian ignored him and turned to do the task. The Demon Warlock strode to follow and typed: "Speaking..."

Ji Pianpian: Ignore·JPG.

The demon warlock didn't notice: "Why is it thirty-five times."

The fast-walking little mage got stuck.

I didn't stop, typing methodically: "Hidden task manslaughter thirty-three times, and the white lion accidentally ate it once, and the total number is thirty-four times."

Ji Pianpian's heart tightened.

Broken, she also counted the time she was killed with Ji Heyu's account.

She is ashamed of herself, and dragged her family's devil together to be ashamed!

This this…

Just as Ji Pianpian was so nervous that he couldn't type a word, another sentence floated out in the frivolous dialog box: "This is not appropriate."

Ji Pianpian: "..."

Unduly: "...there is no reason to commit crimes." With an expression of ‘injustice’.

Ji Pianpian: "..."

so close!

She thinks too much.

How could Gao Fang know that Yushang’s account is her.

Ji Pianpian came over: "Have you never gone to the bank to deposit money?"

Unduly: "?"

Ji Pianpian confidently said: "The bank deposits have interest, why don't you kill me thirty-four times without raising interest!"

Indefinitely: "..."

Ji Pianpian, who had regained a city, was in a good mood, and his hands were much quicker to accept tasks.

The demon warlock followed her, and suddenly asked again: "Did you finish overtime?"

Ji Pianpian was taken aback: Overtime...what to add?

Not Du: "I didn't mean to work overtime?"

Ji Pianpian remembered that she was a beautiful 27-year-old sister. She held steady and typed: "It's done."

The words that were not typed seemed to have a tone, and the sloppy voice overflowed the screen: "Sister, are you really going to do your homework?"

Ji Pianpian's face was hot, and she lied inwardly: "...There is no homework in the adult world!"

"Oh..." Inadvertently said, "If you have any questions, you can ask me. My brother is not talented. He happened to be a top pick in the college entrance examination."

Ji Pianpian: "..."

Don't you brag about drafts?

He was also the top student in the college entrance examination, why didn't he say that he is a N University bully, he is studying for a master's degree in computer science, and his name is Shen Du!

Think of the personable true God, and then look at the false God who is not serious to the bones.

Ji Pianpian sighed long: How could it be goodbye!

After watching the movie, and after spending half an hour in the milk tea shop with his girlfriend, Li Xingqiao finally went to bed.

This evening, Xuechang Li was so refreshed.

High-end restaurants love movies.

The girlfriend is sweet and moving, and Li Xingqiao is called by the seniors in a mouthful.

It's great to fall in love, and his Mumu is so cute!

After returning to the dormitory, the good mood plummeted by 10,000 points.

He opened the door and sat idly in front of the computer in a heavy posture, with his long legs slightly bent. The wide space under the desk still couldn't accommodate these long legs. He didn't change his clothes when he went out. The black sweater was far more refined than the sweater. Although he couldn't see the slender neck, he had broad shoulders and narrow waist...

Li Xingqiao’s toothache: soreness does not pay for life!

Hearing the movement, Shen Du glanced sideways at him.

She had black hair and fair skin, her cold eyes swept away, and the autumn breeze and falling leaves clashed.

Li Xingqiao: "???"

Shen Du looked away and stared at the game interface.

Li Xingqiao was full of question marks: "What's wrong with you, the little ancestor hasn't finished overtime?"

The monk Zhang Er couldn't figure it out, thinking that because his little ancestor hadn't been online, the lonely and cold Dushen would be so yin and yang.

Li Xingqiao leaned over and found that the demons and little wizards were having a great time in the screen of the game.

It was not caused by the little ancestor, so who else?

Li Xingqiao cautiously said: "Ji Pianpian is very cute..."

He is full of his family Mumu in his heart, but it does not hinder his normal aesthetics.

It is not the first time that Li Xingqiao has seen Ji Pianpian, but he is still amazed.

The little girl is not that kind of gorgeous beauty, nor is it related to sexiness and maturity, but it is particularly attractive, the kind of exquisite beauty to the minutiae, so gentle and non-aggressive.

Shen Du sneered.

Li Xingqiao took it: "This won't be in your eyes..."

Before he finished speaking, Shen Du interrupted: "Be a man."

Li Xingqiao: "Huh?"

Shen Du said coldly: "Little girl in high school, you can do it too."

Li Xingqiao was shocked: "What the hell, people are sophomore, you can't just have a baby face just because Ji Pianpian..."

Shen Du: "Sophomore?"

Li Xingqiao: "Yes, you didn't just send people to F University!"

Shen Du: "Should I be a sophomore in F?"

Li Xingqiao's heart tightened: "No, otherwise."

Shen Du lashed his eyelids, and said: "They are second-year art students majoring in Music Academy, right?"

Li Xingqiao: "..." Fuck!