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real world!

"Bang!" The diary fell from the hands of the swordsman.

He stood up abruptly and strode towards the door.If this world is real, then Tan Hua... If it is said that Luo Qiming's discovery of this fact was a great despair, then for him, it was a great surprise.

"Holy Son." A flawless voice came from behind.

Swordsman Wushuang paused as soon as he touched the door, retracted his hand, turned around, and held the sword.As long as the person imprinted in the eyes is not Wuxia, the next moment, the sword light will fly out.

But it is true that the master has no time.

Wuxia bent down calmly, picked up the diary that fell on the floor, and put it on the bedside, "Let's go." Naturally, he also saw the words on the last page, but he was not surprised.

"You know." Swordsman Wushuang said in a deep voice.

Wu Xia ignored it, he turned and walked towards a wall, "Let's go." There was a pattern on the white jade wall that lit up, "Go—your hometown." The last four words drifted into the air as Wu Xia's figure disappeared into the wall.

his hometown?

real world?

"I became the son of God, and the master took me to a place."

Swordsman Wushuang clenched his sword tightly and walked forward, his figure disappeared into the formation on the wall.

Things around him blurred for a while, then became clear again.Swordsman Wushuang habitually quickly looked at the surrounding environment, but was stunned when he saw the environment in front of him clearly.

Under his feet, there is still a sea of ​​clouds.But three steps away, there was a piece of scorched black land.It was daytime there at the moment, and several tall cold rectangular houses stood on the empty and vast land, looking extraordinarily desolate.

That's wasteland!It's the wasteland of the real world! The naked ironclad proof that this game is indeed a real world.

"Hundreds of millions of years ago, there were refugees fleeing from this land. They possessed the talent of 'resurrection', and they were all talented sons, and they joined various sects."

"We thought it was a prosperous age."

"In this prosperous age, countless refugees have become the mainstay of various sects, and even a few people are only one step away from the saint."

"One step away, the world returns to chaos."

No time to look at the scorched land.

"Later, people used various methods to deduce history, calling it a disaster for the world. If no refugees become holy within a year, the world will be destroyed. It's really partial." It happens to be refugees, but refugees.

"That's why, whenever disasters happen, each faction chooses refugees as their holy sons and devotes all their efforts to cultivating them."

Swordsman Wushuang turned his head to look at Wuxia, a trace of unwillingness appeared on the face of the always calm head of the Ice and Snow Sect.This unwillingness is not aimed at the refugees, but at the fate of oneself who can only pin its hopes on others.

But Swordsman Wushuang thought of something else.

With a flick of the sword in Wuxia's hand, he cut off his arm, and blood gushed out onto the scorched land, and was quickly absorbed by that land.

Swordsman Wushuang looked at him.

"I'm real, and this world is real." Wuxia restrained her reluctance, put the sword back into the scabbard, "I know you all thought this was a game, a virtual illusion. If it wasn't for sending you in When people deceive you, it is the way of heaven that deceives us."

Swordsman Wushuang did not speak.

"For hundreds of millions of years, we have tried to enter this land, but we couldn't." Wuxia glanced at the wound on his arm, and the wound healed quickly. "Only blood can penetrate this barrier."

"If no one is sanctified, everything will be destroyed, not only us, but also you." Wuxia looked at Swordsman Wushuang, "Those who become sanctified can take one person or one thing away."

He clearly saw the change in Swordsman Wushuang's eyes.

"It's up to you to fight or not. After breaking through level 95, someone will take you to a sanctified place." No time to go back.Although it was for Swordsman Wushuang to choose, he had already determined the answer to this choice in advance.

If you can come by yourself, who would like to pin their hopes on others.In fact, he really wanted to see Tan Hua become a saint, but a non-refugee became a holy son, which was unprecedented.Unfortunately, not under his sect.

After Wuxia left, Swordsman Wushuang tried to walk three steps forward, but he was still three steps away from the land.A sword light came out of its sheath and slashed straight at the land, but disappeared into the air after three steps forward.

Swordsman Wushuang took a few steps back, called up the properties panel, and clicked the bottom button to exit the game.

no response.

He took one last look at the wasteland, turned and left.

Swordsman Wushuang returned to the room, but there was no one there.The diary is still well placed by the bed and has not been taken away.

"Bang!" Swordsman Wushuang erupted with a sword intent, blasted open the door, and met Yan Ge's eyes in the courtyard.

Yan Ge looked through the collapsed door and looked at Swordsman Wushuang.Not seeing each other for a second, like three autumns?

【puff--】

【What's the situation hahahahahahaha】

[Swordsman, what kind of nerve is this? 】

[Annoyed? 】

As expected, Tan Hua was still in the courtyard, and Swordsman Wushuang's turbulent mood calmed down.He didn't know what happened just now, but he firmly believed that Yan Ge would definitely wait for him in the courtyard, just outside the door.Can't even wait for a moment, just want to break through the barriers to see him.His sword intent erupted naturally and knocked open the door.

Before Swordsman Wushuang could move, Yan Ge moved first.He stepped past the two collapsed doors, walked into the door, and embraced Swordsman Wushuang in his arms, "I am here."

"En." Swordsman Wushuang replied softly. "I'll go back to Beijing with you."

Back to Beijing?Yan Ge frowned lightly, "Have you been to the Holy Land?"

"Yeah." Swordsman Wushuang took a step back, withdrew from Yan Ge's arms, and handed him the diary beside the bed, "Before I went, I found Luo Qiming's diary."

Taking this step back, he was able to see all the expressions on Yan Ge's face just right, not even missing a single look.

"Each faction selects refugees as their holy sons and devotes all their efforts to cultivating them."

"For hundreds of millions of years, we have tried to enter this land, but we couldn't."

Wuxia's words are still in his ears, and Yan Ge's specialness seems to be in front of his eyes. He has a secret expectation in his heart, hoping that Yan Ge can come from the same place and have the same identity as him.

"Warning, don't reveal your player's identity." Naimeng Naimeng's voice rang in Yan Ge's ear.

Yan Ge took the diary and lowered his eyebrows, "Is that the senior I met in the secret realm before?"

"Yes." Swordsman Wushuang's heart sank, and he watched Yan Ge turn page by page until he reached the last page.

Yan Ge glanced at Swordsman Wushuang from the corner of his eye. Was it because he was afraid that others would not see it?Everything in my heart is written on my face.If anyone else knows what he's thinking and just rolls their eyes, only you can read emotions from a face made of ice.

Turning his eyes back to the diary in his hand, Luo Qiming's experience in the game was still in front of his eyes. When Luo Qiming came out of the purification pool, the diary mixed with painful and fake information couldn't help but sigh.

Sure enough, when he turned over the last page, the densely written words "This is a real world" made his heart skip a beat.

"Warning, don't reveal your player identity!" Naime's voice warned again.It seemed that he was afraid that he would be disobedient, and added, "Leaking will kill all those who know."

Yan Ge raised his head and looked at Swordsman Wushuang with some doubts, "What does the last sentence of the senior mean?"

[The swordsman was testing just now? 】

[It should be, the test failed? 】

[It seems that it is a bit miserable. 】

[It's horrific. 】

【No matter how miserable Luo Qiming is, with the same name and surname, I can't even look directly at that scientist in history. 】

[Actually, I have always suspected that the conversation was greatly done by the staff of the game company. 】

[The one in front is not the same name and surname, but the same person.It looks like you're not a fan.Luo Qiming also appeared before, and it was guessed that it was a tribute from the game planner to the scientist, but...]

[Actually, I have always wanted to say: This last sentence makes my hair stand on end. 】

[Pfft ha ha ha ha, what are you afraid of, the game planner wants this effect for you, this should be a big hidden plot. 】

[That is, no matter what, the people in this game can still appear in reality? 】

The light in Swordsman Wushuang's eyes dimmed, and then burst into stronger light. He embraced Yan Ge in his arms, "I will take you away."

The corners of Yan Ge's lips curled slightly, and he pecked Swordsman Wushuang's cheek sideways, watching Swordsman Wushuang's neck slowly turn red, "I'm the one who brought you back to Beijing."

"En." Swordsman Wushuang replied, the long sword in his hand was unsheathed, and turned into a sword light, leading the two of them to flash past above the palace group, breaking through the restriction, and falling on the ice field.

Yan Ge looked at the ice field that he had only seen 10 minutes ago, feeling helpless.With a heavy weight on his shoulders, he turned his head and saw that Swordsman Wushuang wrapped him with a fox fur cloak.

[What is speed, this is speed. 】

[What is an action group, this is an action group. 】

【Pfft ha ha ha ha ha, I'm sorry I broke the formation ha ha ha ha ha】

Yan Ge held Swordsman Wushuang's hand that was about to leave, "Go back to Beijing like this?"

"It can be reached in one day." Swordsman Wushuang said in a deep voice. "The leader gave me a task. Before I reach level 95, someone will take me away." At level 95, he can't protect Yan Ge.The sanctification of non-refugees cannot prevent the destruction of the world, but it does not mean that no one in this world is sanctified.

He suspected that when the time came, whether he wanted to or not, he would follow the person.

Apart from that diary, Wushuang should know something else.Yan Ge thought in his heart, but unfortunately he couldn't ask.He couldn't judge whether this counted as revealing his identity.But the price of revealing his identity was something he couldn't afford.

"Then you go first." Feng Ming drove the carriage over from a distance, the mane of the horse running ahead was soaked with sweat.He stopped the carriage, leaned on the carriage and looked at Yan Ge, "Holy Son, it's time to return to Beijing."

If he guessed correctly, he should also receive a mission when he returns to Beijing this time.Yan Ge took a few steps forward and chuckled, "Now that my appearance and internal strength have been ruined, do you still recognize me as the Holy Son?"

"Naturally, there is a way to recover the ruined appearance. As for the crippled internal strength? The most important thing in my Fengmen is never the level of martial arts." Feng Ming laughed wantonly, "If the Holy Son refuses me to return to the capital, I have no choice but to 'invite' the Holy Son to come back. Beijing." As for Swordsman Wushuang?He has enough means to kill this genius!

【Feng Ming doesn't seem to want the swordsman to follow Tan Huada back to the capital. Could it be because he has become the Holy Son of the Ice and Snow Sect again? 】

【possible. 】

Yan Ge met Shang Fengming's malicious gaze, bent his eyes, and boarded the carriage.

Feng Ming was stabbed by the smile on Yan Ge's face, hummed lightly, and was about to drive away.

"Huh—" The wind blew the curtain of the car door, and the biting cold wind blew on Feng Ming's face, creating a gash, and bright red blood flowed down his cheek.

Feng Ming's face turned cold, if it wasn't for Swordsman Wushuang who had already entered the carriage, he would have definitely slapped him.

The white horse galloped up in the air with the carriage and headed straight for the capital.

After a day of running around.

The carriage was only an hour away from the capital, but it was already dark, and now the city gates were closed.

Feng Ming drove the carriage into a small city and stayed in an inn.The weather was too cold, and he had been driving for a day with a cold wind. As soon as he arrived at the inn, he got into his room and asked the boss to boil a bucket of hot water and send it to the room.

Yan Ge and Swordsman Wushuang sat down on the bed in the room next to him.

He held Swordsman Wushuang's hand and approached him.

Swordsman Wushuang's face was flushed, he remembered that the only time the two had intimacy was on the day of the "bridal chamber", after so many days, he was a little...

Yan Ge's bright red lips sighed softly next to his ear, and Swordsman Wushuang felt a numbness spreading from his ears to his scalp, and then down from his scalp, extending to every corner of his body.

"Can you contact me for pleasure?" Yan Ge said in Jian Ke Wu Shuang's ear.

Swordsman Wushuang pursed his lips, stood up abruptly, "I'll try." He opened the door and strode out.

Outside the door, Swordsman Wushuang called up the properties panel again and clicked the "Exit Game" button, but there was no response.But he can still see the World Forum.

He tried to post a post on the World Forum - "Let me be happy to contact me - Swordsman Wushuang", and the post was sent.His eyes are dimmed.

He thought of the way of heaven that Wuxia said, the way of heaven.After a while, a carrier pigeon flew into his arms.

Yan Ge exposed the yellow mimosa on his wrist, and fell down on the bed with a smile.He is really tired, but unfortunately he can't rest now.

【That's it?That's it?That's it? 】

【disappointment. 】

【Disappointment 1】

【Disappointment 2】

……

Because of the weather, plus it was the meal time.The bucket of hot water that Feng Ming asked for did not arrive until he had eaten his meal, and after a long time.

The room was steaming.

In the bathtub, Feng Ming was taking a bath.

"Flopping..." The sound of flapping wings came from outside the window, Feng Ming soared into the air, put on a piece of clothing casually and landed by the window, and opened the window.

Outside the window, there is nothing!

"Are you looking for it?" Yan Ge's voice came from outside the door, and then the door was pushed open, revealing Yan Ge in white and a white pigeon in his hand.