"The truth?" Jia Meng didn't know what Long Ting was talking about, so he could only obediently talk, "I would like to hear the details."
"Ye already Luo and Hua Weikai were kicked out of the Xanadu gang, just to let them join the Tang Sect."
"What?" Jia Meng is even more confused. "Aren't they kicked out of Xanadu because they offended the gods and drunken peach blossom people?"
Long Ting looked like he was strategizing: "Specifically, it was because someone wanted them to join the Tang Sect, so they were kicked out of the Xanadu Gang."
Jia Meng suddenly realized that what Long Ting said was exactly the same as what Jianxin and her had analyzed before.
It turned out that Xanadu is really for the benefit of collusion, and would rather give up the qualification to represent the Unreal City Gate to fight the cross-server arena!
In order to understand the collusion of interests behind, Jia Meng decided to pretend to be ignorant: "Can Xanadu gang do this, losing two generals and losing the qualification to participate in the cross-server challenge. What are the benefits?"
Long Ting didn't explain much, and said, "This is what I want to talk to Jianxin."
"Little Brother Long may not know something. I am the deputy head of the Tang Sect gang, and Jianxin is not there. You can talk to me directly." Jia Mengxiang further understands the truth.
"Miss sister, you don't need to know too much. You just need to know, as long as you need me, I will try my best to help you, that's enough."
Long Ting said that old-fashioned remark again. At this time, he not only no longer moved Jia Meng, but also made Jia Meng feel insincere or even falsehood.
Jia Meng didn't want to reply, and became silent.
She sat on the eaves, overlooking the central square of Unreal City by moonlight.
The square is still full of crowds. Whether it is the usual map theme or today's special theme of the Mid-Autumn Festival, whether it is under the scorching sun or in the bright moonlight, Unreal City is like a city that never sleeps, full of players for 24 hours a day.
Long Ting noticed Jia Meng's displeasure, and sat down side by side with her.
Originally in such a night, it was very suitable for men and women to talk about love.
However, Jia Meng felt that the relationship with Long Ting had become detached. She obviously liked him very well. He also asked to be married from the very beginning, and expressed his "love" more than once!
Just when Long Ting appeared in Unreal City tonight, Jia Meng thought he had come for himself.
But now that Jia Meng knew that Long Ting's identity was the "big fish" Jian Xin was waiting for, everything changed!
"Miss Sister, are you angry?" Seeing Jia Meng's silence for a long time, Long Ting sent a question.
Jia Meng woke up, got up to leave, and replied: "There is nothing to be angry about! As you said, Jianxin and I are good friends who talk about everything. You and I are just nodding acquaintances, thank you for always It’s been helpful to me ever since!"
"I believe you will understand everything I have done in the future." Long Ting still replied without content.
Jia Meng doesn't want to continue talking nonsense: "Tomorrow the Mid-Autumn Festival, Jianxin said that he has important things to be busy tomorrow. After he goes online, talk to him about your so-called major events! I'm going to bed!"
"Do you still want to know the name of my mount?"
Just when Jia Meng was about to quit the game, Long Ting summoned his mount in front of him!
I saw the spiritual creature leaping into the sky from the roof, with a sharp scream from its sharp mouth!
The colorful feathers emit a unique light under the soft moonlight, like a colorful ribbon in the night sky.
It flew around the palace of the Unreal City Lord, as if it was spiritual, and finally landed beside Jia Meng.
Whether it's Jia Meng's full moon scimitar mount, Jianxin's meteor flying sword mount, or Jianxin trumpet Xiao Yao's flying phoenix, the red koi mount with fallen leaves is one of the best in fantasy mobile games. A number of unrivaled mounts.
But in front of Long Ting's mount, no matter how you look at it, it seemed to be one rank lower.
"What's your name?" Jia Meng cancelled and quit the game.
Long Ting said: "It's called Xianyu Fantasy Dragon. Don't you really remember it?"
Fairy... Feather... Fantasy... Dragon.
Jia Meng read every word, but suddenly felt a headache, and multiple scenes appeared in his mind.
In these scenes, a man in Tsing Yi rides this mount to fly her in the air, there are vivid murals in the corridor of Weiran Villa, and a colorful feather fell into her bride's crown after a failed martial arts contest. …
It turns out that this mount really exists, not only in the dream, but also in the game.
Jia Meng was emotional and typed with tears in his mouth: "How did this mount come from? Why haven't you seen it in the game's mount map..."
"There is only one mount in the entire game. It is unique, exclusive to me and belongs to you." Long Ting replied.
Jia Meng continued to ask: "You still haven't answered my question. Are you an official member of the game, so you have this unique mount that doesn't even exist in the mount map?"
"I am an old player in the fantasy mobile game. This mount was customized for me in the fantasy mobile game by the game official who spent money." Long Ting finally said the answer Jia Mengxiang wanted.
"Old fantasy game player?" Jia Meng smiled after seeing it, "It's such a coincidence, me too. But the game was stopped more than a year ago, and I accidentally played the mobile game version."
"Is your id in the fantasy game also called Dongfang Rumeng?"
"Of course." Jia Meng replied affirmatively, "I fell ill and can't remember a lot of things in the fantasy terminal game before, but this id has remained unchanged for 10,000 years."
"Then do you remember any friends you once made in the fantasy game?"
"No... I remember." Jia Meng replied hesitantly, "I only remember that there was a man in a cyan dress, the color was similar to yours, but with tall bunches of long hair, and a tall body... "
"Is he from the Shui Mengbao sect?"
"It seems to be..." Jia Meng tried hard to recall the information in the dream and reluctantly confirmed.
"I am also a player of the Shuimengbao sect in the fantasy world tour. Do you still remember his id? Maybe I can help you find him!"
Long Ting's typing speed was very fast, as if he could type a paragraph in one second.
"I don't remember..." Jia Meng pressed his aching temple, "but I remember his phone number, and he lives abroad! I don't need to find him..."
"Then if he finds you, what will you do?" Long Ting asked a question Jia Meng had never thought of.
"I have never known him for a long time, at most it is just a love for games. If he finds me, we will be the netizens who will die. Instead of this, it is better to leave only a memory in my mind!"