Rebirth of Young Master Qingluo

Chapter 150 Nine

It was a coincidence that engels knew about es. In ols, he seldom paid attention to other people's games. Naturally, it was impossible for him to know that such a person suddenly killed out of hundreds of thousands of blue-level players.

Although ols is a level game system, it is quite free in terms of watching games, and there is no mandatory requirement.

On the day he found out about this person, he had made an appointment to go out for training with nill and the others, but because he met an acquaintance on ols temporarily, he had to cancel it.

After reminiscing with friends for a while, he sent an invitation to the battle, and he was naturally happy to accept the invitation.

With the ups and downs of the music in the later period, the game progressed rapidly.Although it is not as good as a real master game, it is still very exciting and enjoyable.

But compared to him, his friend is just an amateur after all, and the outcome will be decided soon.

At the end of the game, the man said: "I lost. I haven't seen you improve a lot in a few years. You have left me far behind."

"Practice more and you will improve, and you are better than many professional people." He smiled softly, sincere and gentle.

The man burst out laughing, the unrestrained laughter he hadn't heard for many years, but now he didn't feel unfamiliar, he said: "I take what you said seriously! It's fun to play against someone like you, It's enjoyable. Although if you are not careful, you will be killed without leaving a piece of armor, haha..." He paused, and made a sound that was similar to contemplation from his nose, and then the voice that came through the earphones was extremely low: " But... I want to play against another person more than you."

The coffee placed aside was slowly steaming, exuding a slightly bitter and mellow aroma.

The hand that was tapping lightly on the table stopped, and Engels looked up at the name of his friend on the screen.

"Who?"

He heard his own voice sounding softly, low and perplexed, like a bird about to be frightened, with vague doubts, and an indescribable sense of weirdness permeated the bottom of his heart.

"A rookie player named es." The man said in a deep voice. From his voice, one can hear his seriousness and seriousness, as well as a hint of excitement. He said, "It's a strange and strong player." Man... I've heard his game, it's really amazing, so unique and powerful, you can't understand how shocking it is, I've never heard such a performance. It feels like being in this virtual world..."

"He is God."

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In this virtual world, he is God.

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Engels remembered what Lega once said: "What I want is a myth."

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"I had a gut feeling that a surprise was coming.

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"In this virtual world, he is God."

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es, this was the first time he heard this person's name, but he felt a strange sense of panic, anxiety, embarrassment, nervousness, and longing, all of which rushed into his heart at the same time in an instant, with indescribable agitation.

But he didn't know anything about this person.Just through friends, heard his name, heard a word about him.

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"In this virtual world, he is a god..."

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He suppressed the inexplicable restlessness in his heart, suppressed the urge to search for that person, and spent a long but short hour in the voice of his friend yearning for him.

After his friend left, he finally went to the website and searched for the person's name:

"Player: es, level: blue level, current status: in the game, current victory: winning streak 275"

es, a blue-level player, has won 275 games in a row.

After silently facing the search box for a few seconds, he clicked to watch the game.

At the moment when the game page was formed, a voice slowly rang in my ears. In the warm and soft music, it was clear and soft, like the warm sunshine in April, with a clean taste and a charming sweetness.It reminds people of the wonder and sanctity of the stubborn stone nodding, and the wanton joy of a hundred flowers blooming.

He said, "You're here."

It was a fine wine that was sweet to slightly bitter, captivating, mellow and hard to dissipate, with sunshine-like warmth and vanilla-like sweetness.

And the sentence you are here seems to be a welcome word to him, a sudden visitor, soft and warm.

In fact, this is just a line in the script.And he is not really as soft and warm as the sun, and as bitter and sweet as fine wine.

After one game, he remembered the shock that his friends said, and also felt his shock.

In fact, this person's strength is not much different from him, but his unique way of acting, his real to illusory emotions cannot be ignored, and he has a strong attraction.

Soon, he saw that man retreated silently amidst the exclamations of the spectators after the game. Compared with the spectators, he seemed indifferent and lonely.

The next day he knew that Lai Jia was also paying attention to this person, and he was even more excited and nervous than him.Only then did he understand what the so-called sympathy between people actually feels like.

And that day, the man went up to 291 on a winning streak.After hearing his 291st win, he couldn't wait any longer.

"I will play against him," he said to Lega.

Lai Jia just looked at him with a smile, his eyes revealed excitement and anticipation that could not be concealed.

So after the man's 292nd inning, he dropped out of the purple class and dropped to the blue class.

Then, send a match invitation.

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After the staff came to the game area, engwls and louis sat opposite each other, with a simple game machine between them. Engels looked at the Chinese man with a serious expression on the opposite side, and then looked down at the game player in front of him.

The game from the day before was still vivid in his memory, it was a situation he had never encountered before.

That matchup was actually not difficult, it just paid attention to the delicacy of emotion.When it came to the middle game, the outcome was still undecided.

But suddenly, he lost by [-] points, and the game was still only halfway through, not over yet.

Compared to losing the game, he cared more about why the game ended automatically.That person's last low sentence was about what kind of emotion was hidden, which actually forced the game to end.

But that person disappeared, no matter how he contacted, he never appeared.

And through that round, he knew that es was Qingluo.

And so it was all revealed.

Why is this person's way of acting so familiar, and why he is obviously American but has a charming Chinese classical flavor.

Because, he is Qingluo.

That mysterious cv that suddenly appeared half a year ago, grew at an astonishing speed, but disappeared suddenly more than a month ago without a trace.

"The preparations are complete, the game begins!"

Following the host's order, Engels withdrew his mind and put on the earphones at the same time as the person opposite.

The title of this game is 'Free Game', and the reason why the free game is called free is because it does not have any limitations.The content of the game is jointly decided by the two players in the game, and then reviewed and scored by a unified human scoring device.

And each group of players is in a game room, except for two players, there is no third person.The game will be conveyed to the venue through the camera, and everything that happens in the game room can be seen clearly at the venue.

When the game started, the player in the middle lit up after the two put on the earphones, and gradually formed a transparent blue light screen in the air.

Next, it's time for players to choose what to play.

Engels took the lead in reaching out and swiping quickly on the screen, and then clicked search.

I don't know if it was an illusion, Louis felt that the man's fingertips were trembling, and he couldn't touch the screen accurately for a few times.And he would occasionally raise his eyes to look at him, his eyes were cold and sharp, as if he was holding back something strongly, which was shocking.

Soon the search results will come out.

Judging from his attitude, he should have already thought about the content of the game. Louis looked intently, and saw a few prominent characters at the top of the page displayed on the screen: Seeking

This is a not very long book, classified as 'sorrowful'.

Louis took a rough look at the content, and found that it was not too difficult, but the requirements for emotional control were relatively strict. He looked up at the person opposite: "That's it, follow up."

"Ah."

Engels changed his previous refined attitude, appearing rigorous and imposing. Louis was fearless, and stared at him for a few seconds, and then, the match officially began!

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"Tracking?" Karl looked at the game situation on the screen in the air wonderingly. The book "Tracking" is not very outstanding, and the plot is also very simple. Why did Engels take the initiative to find this book?

Beside him, nill was always smiling slightly.As the game officially started, he said quietly: "This is an unfinished drama, and he wants to really end it."

Karl looked at him inexplicably, but the other party just stared at the screen with a smile, he shrugged helplessly, calmed down and watched the game seriously.

In the Chinese rest area in the distance, An Luo sat in the crowd, quietly watching the two people on the screen.

Looking around, I saw a lot of people whispering, with serious expressions, and all their gazes rested on the game screen between the blond man and the black-haired man.

At this time, the game has officially started, and the music in the later period gradually rang in the mind, over and over again.

Yang Yang followed his gaze and blinked suspiciously: "An Luo, what are you looking at?"

An Luo shook his head lightly and looked back, looking at the huge game screen in the sky again. The content of "Tracking" quickly slid across the corner of the screen, unfamiliar yet familiar.

He closed his eyes lightly, and his low and cold voice sounded softly, as low as a whisper: "This is the real beginning of a game until it reaches the middle game."

Yang Yang blinked his big eyes, and let out an 'oh' half understanding.

On the screen, the faces of the two players in the game were serious, and there was a small wind sound in the later stage. In the silence, Engels looked at the opposite person with sharp eyes and closed his eyes gently, and then he also closed his eyes gently. Eyes, feel everything that comes from your mind.

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The breeze gradually stopped, and everything in the world was silent.

In the silence, someone's sigh came softly, helpless and lonely and indifferent.

"In this life, I live in misery, wandering, and have no branches to rely on... There is a person who has spent his whole life reciting for me..."

"Don't let me be sad, don't let me suffer, don't let me be without a branch, don't let me be displaced, don't let me be sad..."

Quietly, his voice seemed extremely empty, with a bewildering unreality, nostalgic and lonely.

The breeze dissipated, the world was silent, and there was a silent emptiness in the earphones.

And after his ending sound was scattered between the sky and the earth, there was an unexpected uproar in the audience area.

It was a voice with forbearance, like a beast crawling on the ground, with a certain feeling of uneasiness, depressed and tense.It seems that it will explode completely in the next second, breaking through all obstacles.

Those people's eyes were full of surprise, they stared blankly at the screen in the sky, and listened to the sound coming from the earphones, feeling confused and confused.

"what happened……"

"It doesn't feel right, it's completely different from that person..."

"Aren't they alone... es, isn't he es..."

Amid the uproar, An Luo sat quietly, listening to all the sounds in the earphones, and looked at the two people on the screen indifferently.In the chaos, it seemed even more calm and clear.

The players of the South China Sea team looked at each other in doubt, and looked at the nearby spectators. They all frowned fiercely and stared at the game screen thoughtfully.

Bai Qian scratched her hair inexplicably, and muttered: "It's obviously good...why do you have this reaction..."

The game was still going on, and they didn't know if it was an illusion, but they actually felt that Engels was in a daze for a short time, not only missed the best time to speak, but also seemed to be out of state.

In the quiet music in the later period, he opened his mouth slowly, tender to the bone.

He said: "I would like to use my whole life to exchange your bright moonlight..."

You have lived a life of misery, torn and displaced, with no branches to rely on.I would like to use my whole life to exchange your bright moonlight.

Don't let you be sad, don't let you suffer, don't let you have no branches to rely on, don't let you be wandering...

The long music comes slowly, with boundless loneliness, resounding in the four directions, scattered in the four directions, as if telling something.

The fine wind blows slowly, bringing the rustling sound in the forest.

The black-haired Chinese man chuckled lightly, his tenderness was like water, but it was icy cold.

And when the fine wind dissipated gently, he made a sound slowly.

Confused and persistent, lonely and nostalgic.

"If I can't see you, I will stay here forever." His voice was very small and shallow, as if he would disappear completely in the next second, coming slowly in the late music, and then leaving slowly, nowhere Ke Xun: "If you can't wait next year, wait the next year, if you can't wait the year after the next year, wait the year after the next year..."

He always smiled gently, lacking a trace of smile, only endless indifference and nostalgia, loneliness and coldness.

The continuous sound of the piano echoed over and over again, bringing sadness, sadness, and boundless loneliness.

But he chuckled, there was no confusion, no pain, no loneliness, only unspeakable attachments, paranoid attachments.

"I will find you, even if I spend my whole life..."

While his tail sound dissipated, Engels slowly opened his eyes, and there was a blue transparent light screen between them.

And that person's expression was plain, but even with his eyes closed, he could still see his brows flying upwards, and there was a trace of a smile at the corner of his mouth, with a monstrous temperament.

The unique taste of the performances in the past few days is gone now, and something is obviously missing, but it makes people feel more real.

In the end, he sighed helplessly and closed his eyes again.

At the same time, the black-haired young man in the rest area also slowly closed his eyes and leaned gently on the chair.Sensitively capturing the soft sigh coming from the earphones, he half-closed his eyes and looked at the sky with a calm expression.

Finally, have you noticed...

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The man's deep and soft voice sounded again in the earphones, and it seemed pampered and irresistible in the later music.

"I don't want you to spend your life, I want you to be happy forever, free forever, and laugh like you used to."

The crisp bell rang softly, again and again, as if it was heralding something.In the later period, the music came faintly, blurring everything between heaven and earth, and also blurring that person's gentleness to the extreme.

He said: I have spent all my time guarding your life, and how can you give it your all...even if it is for me, absolutely not. "

The audience was silent, only the slight sound from the earphones.

In the later period, the music gradually dissipated, but there was a faint sound of wind and snow, which seemed to be there, seemed to be absent, seemed to be true and seemed to be unreal.

Then, amidst the tiny sound, someone's voice came slowly.And An Luo also spoke softly, and the two voices overlapped, one was monstrous and cold, and the other was flat.

"I will find him, even if it takes my whole life..."

Even if, for the rest of my life.

In the American rest area, Nill suddenly frowned, and looked at the Chinese rest area in the distance with a strange expression.

And there, it was like being backlit, and nothing could be seen clearly.

On the huge screen in the sky, the game that should have ended in memory was still going on.At the bottom of the screen, the audience shrugged in frustration, helpless.

The game proceeded without haste and gradually came to an end.

One after another, some people ended the game and returned to the game, either happy or sad.On the side of the screen that attracted the most attention, the two players also opened their eyes, turned off the game system, and silently looked at each other through the screen.

Engels has regained the elegance of the past, but the disappointment in his eyes cannot be hidden.

Yes, lost.

This person is not es, let alone Qingluo.

He's strong, stronger than a lot of people.But even so, he is not.

Engels stood up slowly, looking down at him.And the other party was also looking at him, just like the fearless and lazy monster before the start of the game.

So the footsteps that had already stepped out paused slightly, and he asked, "Do you know that person?"

Louis raised his eyebrows slightly, then stood up, and walked past him with a lazy shrug.

Before stepping out of the game room, he said softly: "Don't always look ahead, maybe what you want is behind you."

Maybe what you want is behind you.

Engels lowered his eyes slightly, and looked back at the score on the game table after the man stepped out.

"Behind..."

He finally laughed out loud, and then stepped out.

And on the game table, the score of this game is displayed impressively:

engels—12000, louis—10000.

Victory is decided.

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Yang Yang looked at An Luo with his mouth pursed, only to see that the man leaned gently on the chair, fell into a deep sleep, breathing shallowly.The hair hangs softly by the ear, and it shakes gently when the wind blows.It looks terribly quiet, so unreal, as if it will disappear in the next second, which makes people panic and uneasy.

Li She came over with a strange face: "Did he not rest yesterday?"

Yang Yang wrinkled his chrysanthemum-like face: "Around eleven o'clock, it's not too late."

The two looked at each other suspiciously, and then looked worriedly at the young man who was deeply asleep: "Maybe he hasn't had much rest in a short time, let him go to bed early in the future."

"Ok!"

Louis returned to the rest area, smiled without sincerity and said, "I'm sorry, I've tried my best."

This was already the expected result, and everyone calmly accepted it.However, judging from the scores, they should only be squeezed to third, which is not much different from the second score.

In other words, there is still a chance for everything.

Kim looked at him blankly: "Practice more when you go back."

"Understood, long-winded."

Kim pressed the bridge of his nose helplessly. In fact, Louis played very well in this round, and [-] points is not low. Although the overall ranking will be lowered, who dares to say that he is not strong.

Louis sat back in his seat and saw that An Luo was in a deep sleep, so he smiled and rolled his eyes to hide the worry in his eyes.

He stroked the hair on his face with his fingers, and whispered: "es...you really caused me a lot of trouble..."