Ghost Corps

My name is Polly, a professional zombie, level 70, I belong to the ghost costume corps, and I am the deputy head of the official residence.

The last half of the sentence was asked by the head of the regiment, and he said that only in this way can I show my important position in the legion, especially in the mind of the head of the legion.

I thought about it and thought it would be okay to add it.My leader is a person who will swoop in and stamp you before you stamp him. There is no word "reserved" in this guy's dictionary—except on the bed^_^

Although I was clearly required to add an official title, the head of the group actually didn't know what I was writing.When I told him it was a diary, he squinted his eyes in disbelief, and quickly left me, and went to study the latest renminbi props that are becoming more and more popular with the lunatics with his friends.

I don't like crazy people, but it doesn't prevent us from fighting side by side as comrades-in-arms, of course, that's another story.

The main content of today's diary is to look back at the past.

There is no special reason for choosing to review today. It is really that there are only three blank pages left in this diary, which is both bloody and peaceful. The last three pages will be organized and archived.

When I met Xuanyuan, my blood recommendation, there were only a dozen people in his Zongheng Huaxia.Yes, his.From the beginning to the end, I didn't have any sense of belonging to Zongheng Huaxia.This is not the problem of Xuanyuan or other members of Zongheng Huaxia, it is my own problem.Xuanyuan said that I was too cold-tempered, and said that this was not conducive to uniting comrades in arms, but he had no way to improve other than complaining.Besides, compared with the harmony of the legion, he still has a far greater ideal to pursue - to control the hegemony.

My word of mouth is not very good, killing people, robbing monsters, sneak attacking, going my own way, and doing a lot of evil.

Xuanyuan's word of mouth is very good, leading the team, opening up wasteland, team battles, responding to everyone, and his righteousness is beyond the sky.

My principle is that people do not offend me and I do not offend others. It has always been the case until now, so most of the "evil" who took the initiative to attack were for Xuanyuan Qinglu.It's just that these things can't be put on the table, so I simply memorized them by myself.Of course, after the set of characters has been fixed, more and more people will not open their eyes to find faults and provoke them, so I will follow the trend and satisfy their desire to be abused.

In private, Xuanyuan thanked me many times.

In public, this man would have kept an entire legion away from me.

Do I like Xuanyuan?

Can't say clearly.Perhaps the expression "hazy favor" is more accurate.Because I have never questioned myself in the dead of night, calmly sorted out, and never conveyed this emotion to the other party face to face, without explicit hints, so I got up confused and scattered in a trance.

I have envisioned several endings for the relationship between myself and Xuanyuan, and without exception, they are all tragic ones.I don't blame me for being pessimistic, it was because I was so irritated by the wheel during that time, and my side was merciless in fighting against the wheel.

As a result, one day, Xuanyuan told me that he was going to take Zongheng Huaxia to the server.

The reason for switching servers has nothing to do with me, it's just that the other party simply thinks that the future of the mirror is limited.

When I received this private chat, I was painting gold hoops on Mount Emei.A level 37 zombie struggled to fight against the monkeys. One had no kite to catch him, and the monkey chased him. With just one click, the zombie rushed to the street.

The interface after death could no longer speak, so the screen was fixed on Xuanyuan's words for a long time.

Once upon a time, the whole meaning of Huaxia game to me was Xuanyuan, otherwise no one would be a born masochist, they would be wheeled over and over again, and they would retreat without canceling their account.

But at the moment of death, I realized that for me, the main plot of the game is almost the whole story. For Xuanyuan, it is just a dispensable side task. Even because the prize is not attractive, he doesn’t even bother to do it. .

Then go away.

One is a person who wants to write the history of China with rich ink and color, and the other is a person who wants to pass the time. They twisted together and hurt each other.

This ending of saying goodbye to each other and taking care of each other has nothing to do with all the tragedies I imagined. It is as light as a feather, and it will be blown away without a gust of wind or a breath.

But looking back and thinking about it now, maybe it was inevitable.

I have never had any big ambitions, from life to career.

Professor Meng always said that I was the most failed student he had ever educated in his life. In fact, I always wanted to tell him that there is something wrong with your positioning order. You should be my father first and then my teacher.

But Professor Meng is a person who doesn't make sense, and Professor Meng's son is a person who doesn't want to talk too much, so the former is disappointed and let go, and the latter grows wildly...

Cough, stop, it seems to be a bit off topic.

The purpose of my diary is to draw a definite end to those past events that have left a mark in my life, but will never make a comeback.But looking at it now, it seems like I overestimated them.

The full stop is finished, and only half of the three pages are used up.

Then continue to talk about the following things.But before that, I need to change to a better pen, otherwise the writing speed will easily fail to keep up with the tumbling memories (^o^)/~

When I realized that if you have milk, you are a mother, the mirror flower and the water moon are already ghosts.I still log in to Huaxia every day, but it's just inertia. If the other party shows up two days later, maybe we won't meet at all.

But that person is not too late.

Huanhuanxixi fell from the sky, and after being caught twice in a row by myself, she made a decisive sound for the third time and hugged my thigh.

No one has ever hugged my thigh.Those who once needed my help, or acquaintances, or comrades-in-arms, always put forward the rationale of "I am not begging you, but you should do this" when they put forward the demand, as if they don't need my help, but just need me to do my duty ;As for those who recognize or fear my strength, but don't need my help, they always see me from afar and go around.

I know I'm not a nice guy.

People who know me also know that I'm not a pleasant guy.

So from myself, to everyone else, I thought that this unpleasant guy didn't want to be recognized.

But that day, the nanny hanging on my lap babbled a lot of words, and two of them hit me so hard that I didn't even want to kick him away in the end—

He said, if you don't want it, it will definitely be a vertical and horizontal loss.

He said, if the mountains don't turn and the water turns, how can we be ghosts forever.

It was an unusual day, so ordinary that I had forgotten the exact date, the weather, or any other major news.

Of all the memories of that day, only these two sentences remain.

The first sentence brings me comfort.

The second sentence gives me hope.

Am I like a mother if I have milk?

Of course.

I like his gleeful look, his wretched way of talking nonsense with open eyes, his stinking shamelessness when he gets a bargain, and all the attributes of that guy, no matter whether he is hated or lovable.

I have never felt so strongly that I like someone, and my heart will beat irregularly with his every move.

Forget it, it’s a shame to describe it further, although this is just a private diary ╮(╯_╰)╭

So when did I fall in love with this person?

It seems to be the day when the Ghost Costume Corps was established.

The head of the nanny, who looked like she couldn't do anything serious in her life, gave me the "Glittering Tears of Tianchi", which was made with hard-working materials.If you have milk, your mother chooses a unilateral gift, which does not allow the recipient to refuse, and has no intention of negotiating terms with the recipient.

I want to give it to you, you just take it.

Then he said, the necklace counts as a certificate of honor, and we will be our own people in the future.

I, Meng Chudong, the deadliest zombie in Jinghuashuiyue, was conquered by an accessory.

Thinking about it now, maybe from that moment on, my gaming career, no, my life took a complete turn, and began to slide further and further down a weird and beautiful crooked road.

On this road, I have gained a real brother, a real comrade-in-arms, a real opponent... and Fang Zheng.

In fact, I figured it out the night I received the necklace - I don't want to be my own person, I want to make my own person.