In a game field like a jungle.
The first wealth is leading the players of Brother Xiao’s support club to besiege a contract player.
If Xiao Lan were there, she would find that she was an acquaintance—
The little braid with a baseball bat and beach pants that appeared on the Endymion.
The pigtail at the moment feels very irritable.
The group of people in front of them are not strong, most of them are intermediate players, and occasionally there are a few high-level players who are not top-notch players.
If they were separated, he could completely scoop them all one by one, and it would not take much time.
But this group of people has a clear division of labor when fighting.
It was divided into several parts under the command of the green hair killer Matt in the distance.
Injury, melee output, obstacle creation, long-range sneak attack, and it's the same as playing boss in the game.
and…
He looked at Zhao Xiaohe, there were even rare healers in this group of bugs.
Although it seems that he is only intermediate, it also caused him a lot of trouble.
Not only that, this group of people is too slippery.
Even those physique players were beaten and ran away, and they were not allowed to come and hammer people to death at all.
Their fighting tactics are eclectic, and all the tricks they use are all too difficult to die.
After a thousand-year kill, and then a monkey stealing peaches, the little braid felt a sudden blue vein on his forehead.
These little bugs are too annoying, the green hair that jumps up and down is especially annoying.
His face turned gloomy, he firmly squeezed the baseball bat in his hand, and his eyes scanned the audience dangerously.
He intends to give them a deal once and for all, so that they understand that the contract is not something they can provoke.
The pigtail raised his weapon, and the ground under his feet suddenly sank an inch.
The besieging players also felt that the situation was not good, and it seemed that they were going to expand.
They watched his actions carefully, ready to see the situation is not good... slip away first.
But suddenly, the movement of the braid froze.
There was a contract mark on his forehead, but this mark did not absorb his power, but expanded more and more, and later even gradually spread to half of his body.
The braid didn't feel right, and the muscles tightened and he was about to resist.
But he was surprised to find that he could not defy the power of the contract mark at all, which made his heart sink suddenly.
The mark is still expanding, and it continues to erode his will.
The braid struggled hard, trying to keep himself awake.
But the look in his eyes was getting weaker and weaker, gradually becoming sluggish.
In the next instant, the white hard armor completely enveloped him, turning him into a white knight.
The white knight stood still, motionless, like a sculpture.
The first rich and honorable instinct is not good. Although I don't know what this is, it is obvious that the other party has become stronger.
She yelled decisively: "Run!"
The people in Brother Xiao’s support club did not hesitate at all, and within three seconds, the crowded battlefield instantly calmed down.
They slipped away and took away the rubbish by the way.
It seems that the "Three-Second Running Crash Dafa" is really not learned in vain.
After a while, the eyes of the white knight's helmet lit up.
A strong coercion radiated from him, cold and terrible.
Little Braid's personal will has been completely lost, but his body moved voluntarily, and a spear immediately appeared in his hand.
The White Knight's head turned slightly, looking for his opponent, only to find that there was no one around him.
White Knight: "..."
—
Another game field.
It looks like a reinforced concrete city here.
The contract player who was going to receive the lunch in front of Mu Yang almost simultaneously turned into a white knight holding a long sword, and his combat power soared instantly, almost sending him away with a sword.
It was written as soon as it appeared in time, and pulled him away from the place with his collar from behind, allowing Mu Yang to escape the catastrophe.
Mu Yang looked at the white knight with a lingering fear: "Boss, what is this?"
Cheng Wenyi moved his wrist a bit: "I don't know, let's play a game first. Xiao Yang, don't get close to him, just remote support."
"Good." Mu Yang nodded.
After the explanation, Cheng Wenyi rushed to the white knight who suddenly appeared in front of him.
It was written that one shot at the white knight in one fell swoop.
The silver bullet pierced into the gap in the white knight's helmet.
A bullet that could easily penetrate several walls, but hit the White Knight without making a sound, as if it had been swallowed.
After being attacked, the White Knight rushed towards Written in an instant.
Although he was wearing a heavy armor, it did not seem to affect his speed at all, and the white long sword suddenly swept towards Cheng Wenyi.
Jian Feng was so fast that there was only an afterimage, with a cold killing intent.
Cheng Wenyi jumped directly on the spot, with extremely light movements, and after borrowing strength from the buildings around him, he jumped higher again.
He was still in the air, still raising his gun to fight back, and the accuracy of his shooting was not affected in the slightest.
Under Xiao Chengyan's Spartan education, Cheng Wenyi is not only skilled, but also a person with both close combat and long-range abilities.
Seeing the opportunity, Cheng Wen approached the White Knight and suddenly kicked him on his chest.
At the moment of kicking, Written was slightly surprised, and he felt like a solid barrier under his feet, unshakable.
The white long sword waved towards Chengwen again.
Written dodged on one side, but this time because of the distance, he was still scratched his arm.
After separating from the White Knight again, Cheng Wen frowned slightly.
This attack was weird, it was obviously a physical attack, but his skills could not be eliminated.
The white knight kicked the ground under his feet, ready to rush to Cheng Wenyi again.
At this moment, a quagmire appeared out of thin air under his feet, and there seemed to be infinite suction in the quagmire, which firmly attracted his feet, making his movements uncontrollably stagnant.
This is Mu Yang's activation of his skills.
This time he summoned a mage character, and he just released a quagmire technique in a timely manner and successfully controlled the white knight temporarily.
Cheng Wenyi took the opportunity to replace his bullet.
This time he replaced it with a red bullet.
The surface of the red bullet is flowing with flame patterns. If you look closely, these flames seem to be burning.
"Bang—" The red bullet made a burning arc in the air and went straight to the white knight.
The bullet exploded on the white knight's body.
The flame and temperature like a cannonball explosion shattered all the surrounding glass.
However, after the explosion, the White Knight still stood in place.
A red bullet embedded in his arm, like a brand, is constantly burning.
Written one: "This guy is really strong..."
As he said, another series of red bullets poured out, and the constant sound of explosions and surging heat waves made the surroundings look like hell.
After a series of explosions.
The position of the white knight was quiet, and no movement was heard.
But the gunpowder hasn't dissipated, and I can't see what's going on inside.
Cheng Wenyi didn't put it down, he still raised his gun on guard.
Suddenly, a burst of powerful suction appeared.
Cheng Wenyi felt like he was being attacked by some force majeure, and his body rushed forward involuntarily.
In the smoke of gunpowder ahead, a white long sword was emitting white light and hitting his head.
"Boss!" Mu Yang was anxious and directly backhanded an earthen wall technique, standing between Cheng Wenyi and the white knight.
Under the attack of the white long sword, the earth wall technique only persisted for a moment, and it broke.
But this moment was enough, Cheng Wenyi took the opportunity to break away from the opponent's weird control force.
The figure of the white knight stepped out of the smoke again.
There are several red burning bullet marks on his body. These bullet marks are expanding, but they still cannot stop his actions in a short period of time.
Cheng Wenyi's face sank.
It’s not because I’ve attacked for so long and the opponent is still alive and kicking, but because—
His hair was shaved off.
His perfect haircut... was broken and broken!
Do you know how important his hairstyle is? Do you know that even a small amount of his hair will affect the integrity of the entire look
What's more, it is still such a sword without aesthetic feeling.
The gap is so flat, without layers and lacking a sense of design.
There has never been such an ugly gap in his hair.
Cheng Wen got angry.
He took out a golden bullet and put it in the gun.
Cheng Wenyi's tone still sounded calm: "Xiao Yang, go a little further."
Although the boss's tone was calm, Mu Yang felt bad when he saw the boss's appearance.
Upon seeing this, he directly manipulated the mage to give himself a light-weight technique, and disappeared.
It was so fast that it seemed to be running for his life.
He ran a long way out, as far as the city where he had just been fighting was no longer visible.
Mu Yang felt almost safe, and there was a huge explosion behind him.
When he turned his head, he just saw a mushroom cloud rising up like a small nuclear explosion in the distance.
It seems that the boss is really angry.
Why can't this guy think so much, he wants to work on the boss's hair.
You know, his boss is a cruel character "You cut my hair, I cut your head".
—
Xiao Lan fell all the way down.
He seems to have fallen for a long time, and after a long time he has no idea, he almost can't remember who he is.
Finally, Xiao Lan felt her feet step on a solid ground.
You can see the concrete stairs of the old buildings. There are smooth marks on them after being stepped on for years. The surrounding walls are a bit dirty, and all kinds of stains and scratches are left on it, revealing the vicissitudes of time.
Xiao Lan looked around, what is he going to do
The scent of food from various households can be heard from the corridor, the sky is gorgeous sunset, and the sounds of people returning home can be faintly greeted by each other.
Oh... Yes, he is going home.
Today is the weekend, he finished his part-time job and is about to go home for dinner.
When Xiao Lan returned home, he touched his body and found that he did not carry the key.
So he had to knock on the door to let the people inside open the door for him.
"Boom boom boom"
After hearing the knock on the door, the door opened soon.
The one who came to open the door was a very beautiful woman, who exuded a gentle but firm temperament.
She is not young anymore, but the few fine lines on her face still do not detract from her beauty, but she is a little too thin and looks like she is not in good health.
This is Xiao Lan's mother, Wen Qi.
Wen Qi smiled when she saw Xiao Lan: "Lan Lan, why did you forget to bring the key?"
Xiao Lan nodded to her: "Well, I probably forgot when I went out."
Xiao Lan walked into the house. It was a very old house with a small area, but it was very clean.
Their mother and son sold their original house in order to pay off their debts, and they often moved around in various rental houses.
This is the house they only rented recently. It is very old and the location is not good, but the advantage is that the rent is cheap.
The smell of food in the room.
Wen Qi's cooking skills are very good. In Xiao Lan's heart, her mother's dishes have always been better than those in the restaurant outside.
Wen Qi said to her son: "Get tired, go and wash your hands, I have stewed beef brisket for you today."
Although they have no money, they cannot afford to live in a good house or wear good clothes.
But Wen Qi is still very concerned about the nutrition of her children.
She had never treated her children badly on food, whether it was meat, vegetables or milk, she would arrange for Xiao Lan.
Maybe Xiao Lan didn't grow up like some people, but she was also cared by her mother.
Xiao Lan looked around, feeling a little nostalgic in her heart.
After he missed it, he felt strange again, this is his own home, why does it feel like it hasn’t been back for a long time...
Wen Qi found her son's weirdness and couldn't help but smile: "Why are you stunned? People who are going to be adults still like to be in a daze."
When Xiao Lan heard the word "adult", she felt a strange feeling in her heart.
In adulthood, what seems to happen...
But in a moment, he put this idea behind him again, and first went to wash his hands and prepare to eat.
At the dinner table, Xiao Lan ate the dishes made by her mother herself.
The moment his mouth was occupied by the familiar taste, he suddenly felt a little hot in his eyes.
He doesn't know what the reason is, is it because he is too hungry today
Wen Qi suddenly said: "Today I received a call from the doctor, saying that a new treatment has recently been available to try to treat my disease..."
Xiao Lan said, "Then let's go see it tomorrow."
Wen Qi hesitated: "But... the cost of treatment..."
Xiao Lan: "It's okay, it's important to treat the illness, I will find a way."
Wen Qi looked at her son, her eyes seemed to flash with complicated emotions that he couldn't understand.
After a long time she nodded: "Okay."
Early the next morning, Xiao Lan took leave of work for her part-time job and accompanied her mother to the hospital.
After a period of time, there are many examinations, then consultations, and finally surgery.
After waiting nervously outside the operating room for a long time, Xiao Lan finally waited for her mother who was pushed out.
The doctor said to Xiao Lan: "The operation was very successful, so I just need to recuperate and come back for regular checkups in the future."
Wen Qi was still asleep under the effect of the anesthetic, and her quietly sleeping face was pale and beautiful.
Xiao Lan looked at her mother's sleeping face and listened to the good news from the doctor, but a strange feeling once again appeared in her heart.
It's like... He seems to know that this operation will not succeed...
The mother who came out of the operating room didn't seem to fall asleep so peacefully.
It was a gradually cold, gray complexion and eyes that would never open again.
Xiao Lan stopped her dangerous thoughts in time.
It's obviously a good thing for his mother to be cured. He must be so worried that he thinks too much.
After thanking the doctor, Xiao Lan returned to the ward with her mother.
After a period of recovery, Wen Qi can finally be discharged from the hospital.
Xiao Lan packed her things in a good mood and went home with her mother.
At this time, it was early summer, and the parasol trees on the street were very lush.
Some dazzling sunlight fell from the gaps in the leaves, forming small spots on the ground.
The weather is not too hot, which makes people feel very comfortable.
Walking on the street, Wen Qi smiled briskly: "We will definitely get better and better in the future."
Xiao Lan also smiled: "Yes."
Wen Qi said: "At that time, we will find a way to find the missing dad. If he can come back, our family can be reunited."
The two words "Dad" seemed to have pressed some switch, and the feeling of something wrong in my heart gradually became connected.
Dad, it seems different from what Mom said...
He is not missing, but...
A lazy and proud young man's voice sounded in his mind:
"Tyrant? Haha, the real tyrant is Xiao Chengyan, I can't even count as one or two of him."
"Xiao Chengyan never explained any reason to me. He just said,'Since he is my son, I will give him a chance as a gift of the year.' I think you should know this sentence better than I do."
Then came another voice, this time a lot deeper:
"Resistance, change, it is impossible without sacrifice. This is the same at all times. Anyone can die. I am the exception if it doesn't make sense."
"Watch the fireworks?"
"Goodbye son, hahahahahahaha..."
Xiao Lan realized something instantly.
Dad, Xiao Chengyan, descended to the world, rebellious...
He watched that he had suffered many wounds because of his part-time job, and his palms were covered with calluses because of years of training.
Turning his head and looking at his face in the reflection in the window, the young man in the reflection is already an adult, with clear outlines of his facial features and clear and firm eyes. This is not what he was like before.
Why didn't he realize it before
As he walked, Wen Qi found that her son had not followed.
She turned her head in confusion: "What's the matter with Lan Lan? Isn't she too tired recently and a little uncomfortable?"
Then she looked at her son, trying to find something wrong with him.
Xiao Lan looked at her ruddy-looking mother, who looked a little younger without the pain and torment, finally came to her senses.
In fact, his mother didn't get better at all. The result of the operation was a failure, and she had passed away at that time.
She was pale and haggard when she died, almost invisible to her former beauty.
His mother shouldn't be here.
The mother in front of him was just made up based on his memories.
All this is fake, a sweet illusion.
All the sense of disobedience that emerged from the bottom of his heart was telling him to wake up quickly.
Although it is beautiful here, it does not belong to your world.
Xiao Lan looked at Wen Qi and said in a low voice, "I'm leaving."
Wen Qi wondered: "Where are we going? Aren't we going home?"
Xiao Lan shook her head: "I'm going... Faced with what I must do, there are still many people waiting for me. I don't know if I will succeed in the end, but I must do it."
The battle with the descending world continues, ignoring that the player is deeply trapped in it, Luo is also unclear about his life or death.
He must do something to break this situation.
Wen Qi still didn't seem to understand, and she seemed to think of something. She tried to ask, "Same as Dad?"
Xiao Lan was surprised at her sharpness, and he still nodded.
Wen Qi sighed: "You guys... you really deserve to be father and son..."
She looked up at her son who was much taller than herself, her eyes were both gratified and reluctant.
Wen Qi still smiled: "Come on, mom can't help you, and I don't know what it is that can make you all so desperate. But I still hope that you take care of yourself, stick to your own way, and don't be afraid. "
Although she was just a phantom pieced together based on Xiao Lan's memories, her concern for her son at this moment was true.
Xiao Lan gave her a nostalgic look at her last: "Goodbye, Mom."
After speaking, he turned and left.
Wen Qi's voice came from behind: "Come back early, and then I will bake your favorite biscuits for you."
Xiao Lan's footsteps paused slightly, but he didn't look back, just said softly: "Okay."
But what Mom doesn't know is—
Her children will never eat the biscuits she made by herself.