How to solve the problem of tying cp with the hostile gang leader

The countdown at the top of the screen ended, Zhou Jinyan slammed his phone on the bed, opened the door and walked out.

In the Jinling Treasure Battle, "Like a Dream Order" vs. "Drunken Song with a Sword", Drunken Song with a Sword wins.

He splashed water on his face a little irritably, wet his slightly long bangs.The drops of water flowed down his pale and bony fingers, and then fell back into the sink.

He looked up and saw a young face reflected in the mirror.The slender eyebrows and the dark gray pupils complement each other perfectly, and the jaw line is graceful, and a few strokes outline a fine skin bestowed by the Creator.

However, the owner of the skin bag was frowning tightly, and his eyes were about to be closed, letting the curly eyelashes cast a thick shadow on his face.He pressed his temple unconsciously, as if he was recalling the war that was not intense but embarrassing for him.The phone rang untimely in the room,

He gave a soft "tsk" and walked towards the room.

The phone screen was on, and it was full of unread messages from "Shengliquan". The top one was plain and eye-catching: "I and the sword are torn apart."

Zhou Jinyan turned on the game, and the speakers were already noisy, and a familiar id came into his sight. "The world is full of white clothes?" He read it a little playfully, "The gang leader who holds a sword and sings drunkenly - is this the only cultivation level? Next time you meet, you can bully him." His slender fingers tapped on the screen After a few clicks, a message suddenly appeared on the server bulletin.

Yin: Shengliquan is my elder brother.

World Channel suddenly exploded.

"It's Yin!! That bathhouse killer!! Turn on the red madman!"

"If you want me to say Rumengling, I deserve to be beaten! I don't know how many times I was beaten to death by them in Longyuan! It's a relief!"

"Is Rumeng Ling officially declaring war with Zhijian?"

His eyebrows were indifferent, and he slowly glanced at those angry or curious words, and smiled: "It's really interesting to be able to play a game with such devotion."

A game is a game, and reality is reality.For him, games are just a way to pass the boring time.He never cared about his reputation. After all, it is extremely stupid to bring the emotions in the game into reality. He became popular and killed people just because he likes it.

The phone rang again, but it was not a message from "Shengliquan", but a message from China Southern Airlines that the booking was successful.Not long ago, he just ordered a ticket to the United States.

On the wall was a copper clock with intricate and exquisite carving patterns, and the vine-like hands had just crossed nine o'clock, "Hidden" thought for a while, and opened the chat interface.

Yin: "Where to go soon, Tangchi or Longyuan."

Sheng Liquan: "Cut your mother!!!! The gang came to make a surprise attack with a sword!!!"

hidden:"……"

He drove stealth into the gang resident, and saw "Sacred Liquan" being circled by a monk named "Cruel Boy" with skills, and then beat him mercilessly.The whole screen was filled with gangs of "holding swords", and they swarmed in like a tide, but he still easily found that person in the crowd.

"The world is full of white clothes."

After a few skills, the man lay on the ground.

He adjusted the angle of view, and saw that not far away, although Shengliquan was lying upright on the ground and had not been revived, it did not delay him in the current channel. The irascible old man who scolds ten "will never compromise his spirit.

Then the screen went black, and he flung himself into the street in a flashy manner.

The subsequent scenes are played repeatedly like pre-recorded tapes, resurrection, suicide, and being hacked to death.No matter how many times he died, how many times the world died in white clothes.Being killed like this should be a little bit of awareness-for example, after being resurrected, stay away for a while, thinking secretly.But that man didn't agree, he stood in the same spot wearing a Wudang robe, with a guqin on his back, as if he was specially waiting for him to kill him.Yin finally felt bored, so he cut off the game, focused on the screen of his mobile phone, then turned off the light and went to bed and lifted the quilt, the action was done in one go.

The screen of the phone was always on, shining brightly in the dark. He simply turned the phone over and buckled it down without bothering to see or worry, and fell into a deep sleep with his back to the phone.

Compared with Xiao Suo who is like a dream order, the gang channel of Drunken Song with a Sword is almost full of drums and drums.The subtitles were written quickly, Jiang Xingting put down the phone and rubbed his sore eyes, but the phone rang without hesitation.

"Jiang Xingting, what were you doing just now!" The voice on the other side exploded in his ear like a thunderbolt, Jiang Xingting silently took the phone away, preparing for the next indiscriminate bombardment, "What the hell just helped attack you Hang up! Seeing so many people like Mengling, you are a crispy Wudang, and you deliberately run into the crowd of people! Do you think you are the big brother of disillusionment! You are afraid that the idiot on the other side will not come to cut you, aren’t you! Resurrection, resurrection, resurrection, you ghost! Doesn’t it cost money to repair equipment!”

"Cough." Jiang Xingting coughed, "Calm down, don't you want to send a few heads to make them happy when they are beaten so badly?"

"You!" The opposite party became angry for a while.Although Jiang Xingting is the leader of the server's largest gang holding a sword and singing drunken songs, his own cultivation is pitifully low, and he has almost no other role in various pvp activities except to boost morale and improve appearance.In the eyes of the hostile gangs, he was simply a living target. All kinds of skills from various sects greeted him without hesitation, and the special effects exploded on the screen full of fireworks.

He was so blocked by him that he couldn't speak, so he changed the subject resentfully: "Hey, speaking of it, are you going to the United States next week, and bring back some specialties for your buddies?"

Jiang Xingting sneered, and said casually: "Okay, bring an American hunk back to blow your ass off?"

"..." The person on the other side cursed angrily in a low voice, then hung up the phone.

Jiang Xingting put his mobile phone on the bedside table to charge it, turned off the light and lay down on the bed, his mind was full of the gang war and accomplice attack that could be called a brutal killing just now.

There is also that An Xiang who will drag her back even if she dies.

"Is Yin sick?" The gang battle between Rumengling and Jianjian drunken song was like a cluster of flames, igniting the anger that the players in Tiandihuazhou had endured for a long time, and the channels of various sects were full of enthusiasm, "Every day is not a bathhouse It's Long Yuan, I just want to ask him if killing a few cute new players is really so happy!"

"What's even more hateful is that we still can't beat him! Isn't it great to have a few stinky money!"

"What's wrong with being rich...we can..."

Zhou Jinyan was awakened by the phone ringing.

He frowned in annoyance, closed his eyes and went to touch the mobile phone on the bedside table, but knocked over the alarm clock beside him.

"Hiss." He took a deep breath, finally opened his eyes, glanced at "Sheng Ming" on the phone screen, and pressed the answer button, "What's wrong?"

"...you just woke up?" The other person seemed to laugh dryly, "Morning, good morning."

"...If you have something to say, say it, and fart it." Zhou Jinyan rolled over and got out of bed, the coolness of stepping on the floor with bare feet finally woke him up a little, he bent down and picked up the alarm clock, put it on the bedside table, and walked to the French window Shua opened the curtains.

The sun immediately spilled out without hesitation, and dust flew in the air.He tilted his head slightly to clamp the phone, slowly unbuttoned the pajamas one by one with his slender fingers, and said impatiently with a heavier tone: "Don't say I'm hanging up the phone."

"...that's it," the person across from him swallowed, and squeezed out a few words through his teeth, "you were written...and posted to the world—oh, why don't you go to the game and see for yourself."

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