Bent This Way

Chapter 618: System chicken eating contest (2)

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Number 888 opened the door.

Standing outside the door was a handsome man with beautiful phoenix eyes flaunting freely and a small mole at the corner of his eye. The line of the chin is sharp and stern, and the thin rose-colored lips are tightly pressed, revealing the sense of distance that strangers should not get close to.

With a golden figure with wide shoulders and narrow waist, her long legs are wrapped in suit pants, making her look even more slender and straight.

The white shirt he was wearing had traces of ironing, but the man seemed to be running in a hurry, there were a few wrinkles on the sleeves, and one button was undone.

A small strand of hair, wet with sweat, clings to his forehead.

Even in a distressed appearance, he is handsome as hell.

"Lu Zhaoyang?" Both No. 888 and Jiang Yan were stunned.

Before they could react, Lu Zhaoyang suddenly strode forward and walked straight to Jiang Yan.

After staring at it for a moment, he stretched out his hand and hugged Jiang Yan into his arms.

No. 666 flew all the way with Lu Zhaoyang. After entering the door out of breath, he saw this scene, and was so shocked that he froze in place on the spot.

No. 888 was also stunned.

After finally regaining consciousness, I ran over to ask No. 666 what was going on.

No. 666 just shook his head dully, then leaned weakly on No. 888: "Don't ask me, I don't know anything."

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There was a blur in front of his eyes, and the breath of another man lingered in his nose for an instant, which made Jiang Yan feel very familiar, and he almost blurted out "Fang Jianqi".

His chin rested on the man's hard shoulder now.

He blinked, and then blinked again, before realizing what had happened.

Not only did Lu Zhaoyang take the initiative to look for him, he even... hugged him

Jiang Yan and Lu Zhaoyang met twice in total. The first time was at the props expo in the main system space, and the second time was at the game plane of the corridor of death.

Although he also had a common experience of going through life and death, Jiang Yan was a little confused by Lu Zhaoyang's actions in front of him.

After a long time, Lu Zhaoyang straightened up.

Those phoenix eyes looked deeply at Jiang Yan, filled with many complicated emotions that he couldn't understand.

Jiang Yan asked cautiously: "Lu Zhaoyang, what's wrong with you?"

At this moment, Lu Zhaoyang has not recovered his calm.

In this plane, he should have been the same as before, without any memory left. But when he saw that Jiang Yan was taken away by the system and he was about to leave the plane, the sword spirit of that sword suddenly rushed out and merged into his primordial spirit.

After waking up in system space, he wasn't wiped from his memory like before.

He still remembers the stunning red dress, the conversation between the two under the starry sky, and their lingering in the desert under the full moon.

The memory is so clear.

Even if that person had changed his identity and appearance, he would still recognize him through his small movements and demeanor that he occasionally revealed unconsciously. Hua Dan was Jiang Yan.

At that moment, he no longer hesitated.

After asking about the location of No. 666 Jiang Yan, he rushed here without hesitation.

He wants to see him.

Looking at the person who was still in a daze before him, Lu Zhaoyang's unsteady heart finally settled down, and his eyes were sore and hot.

Although he was still not 100% sure, he had an intuition that the planes he had experienced before were also related to Jiang Yan, which explained why Jiang Yan always gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

He thought they had only met twice, but in fact, they had experienced countless reincarnations together during those times that he forgot.

He finally found him.