"As long as you need me, I will do my best to help you."
Long Ting's words really played a role in brainwashing. Every time Jia Meng encountered difficulties in the game, he couldn't help but think of it.
Although the more I saw it, the less moved he was, but Jia Meng always wanted to detect the validity period of this sentence with unpredictability.
In the virtual game world, it is also a kind of fun to detect the sincerity and persistence of people's hearts.
"Hi, Brother Long, I have something to ask you for help, okay?" Jia Meng's way of greeting is always so straightforward.
Long Ting is like an artificial intelligence on standby 24 hours a day, replying in seconds: "Hi, Miss Rumeng, as long as you need me, I will do my best to help you."
Sure enough, it's the reiterated sentence again!
Jia Meng was too lazy to greet, and went straight to the subject: "I am doing the task of [Duel Field Contest], and the other four schools have successfully challenged the professions. Only the doctors who challenge Shuimeng Castle are left. You can ask me in the duel field. Can you beat it?"ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм
Without any surprise, Long Ting readily agreed, as if he was already ready: "Room 606 of the duel are waiting for you."
Jia Meng entered the battle room and once again saw Long Ting, who had been missing for a long time.
This is the first time they have met since Jia Meng fell in the border valley.
In the game setting of "Illusion", the five martial arts are independent existence, and entering the martial arts map requires corresponding tokens. Therefore, only in the public map and specific tasks and activities, talents of different martial arts have the opportunity to meet.
A few days ago, Long Ting even talked to Jia Meng privately, saying that he would meet again in the cross-server arena next month, but he didn't expect the reunion day to come so soon.
Long Ting walked towards Jia Meng's character. Jia Meng looked at him in Tsing Yi. For a moment, she recalled the Tsing Yi man in the dream of martial arts competition last night. There was an illusion of deja vu.
Jia Meng remembers the man in Tsing Yi in his dream, who was the number one master of Shuimeng Castle.
She rubbed her temples and calmed down. She clicked on the ranking list of the martial arts, and once again confirmed that Long Ting in front of her was also the first great god of the Shuimengbao martial arts.
How could such a coincidence happen? Jia Meng had to be seated.
Fortunately, Long Ting is of a short and regular body. When he walked in front of Jia Meng's nine-headed body and long legs, his cute and funny appearance was unobstructed, and Jia Meng soon started acting.
In front of him, Long Ting had four heads, a short hair that killed Matt, and his small round eyes, while the man in Tsing Yi in his dream was tall, with long hair, and his eyes were torch.
Jia Meng speculates that although the figure and face of the game characters can be freely fabricated, if they are the same person, it is impossible for the aesthetic difference to be so great.
What's more, the mobile version and the mobile version of "Illusion" are just sequels of the same name. In any case, they are also two games of different carriers.
So those coincidences should really be just coincidences.
"Miss Sister, the average combat power of our people in Water Dream Castle is the lowest among the five major occupations. You can challenge any one of them to be better than me. Are you sure you want to choose me?" Long Ting stood in front of Jia Meng and said, interrupting. She lost her erratic thoughts.
"Yes! I just want to beat you, the first place in the Shui Mengbao sect, can't it?" Jia Meng replied capriciously. New 81 Chinese network update the fastest mobile terminal: https:/
"Of course, Miss Sister, I just like the appearance of your newborn calf not afraid of tigers." Long Ting was not only not angry, but also acted very happy.
"Huh! I'm growing fast, okay? I'm not a newborn calf! Besides, you don't look like a tiger, but a docile little sheep."
"People have two sides. I can be a docile little sheep, but I can also be a ferocious big bad wolf. The key is to see who is right." Long Ting was serious.
Jia Meng continued to sell cute and pretend to be stupid: "Which side will it be for me, little sister?"
"You don't need to say it, time will give you the correct answer."
"Time?" Jia Meng was disgusted with this pretentious way of chatting, "Can I give a deadline?"
"The game won't fail, we're old. Is this the time limit?" Long Ting asked rhetorically.
"Someone once said this to me in the game," Jia Meng unknowingly revealed himself, "Later that game really fell, everything is the past, but unfortunately we still haven't. Old, haha!"
After pressing the send button, Jia Meng put down the phone, raised his head to wipe away the tears overflowing from the corner of his eyes, shook his head, and sighed deeply.
She wanted to say it lightly as a joke, but after sending it out, she found the feeling of watching Zhou Xingchi's comedy movie. She just wanted to cry while laughing.
"How can you be sure that everything is in the past?" Long Ting did not take Jia Meng's self-exposure as gossip and went on talking, but seriously discussed it, "Maybe everything is not over yet, it just continues to happen in another dimension. Up."
"Haha, yes, all that often happens in my dreams." Jia Meng deliberately used light-hearted particles to conceal his true emotions.
"Thinking on the day and dreaming at night. Dreams are a reflection of your mental activity. If you really think that memory is important, find it back."
Long Ting's reply speed was obviously slower, and Jia Meng could feel that he was no longer blurting out like artificial intelligence, but considering every word he typed.
"Haha, it's not that I don't want to find the memory, but I really can't find it." Jia Meng replied helplessly with a wry smile.
"Trust me, one day, everything will be found back." Long Ting said affirmatively.
Maybe no one except Jia Meng knows what it means for a person to lose his memory.
But the encouragement from friends in a strange world gave her a trace of faith, as if a ray of light in the dark made her suddenly less pessimistic and sad.
"Yes, one day, everything will be found back." Jia Meng muttered to herself on the phone screen.
She looked at Long Ting's words in a daze for a long time, not knowing what to reply for a while, only feeling warm and moved in her heart.
The two people stood in the room of the duel and talked for a long time, Jia Meng even forgot that she originally only wanted Long Ting to help her complete the task.
Fortunately, Long Ting seemed to see that she was addicted to her emotions and changed the subject. "Miss sister, are we just opening the room to chat face to face?"
"Oh, yes!" Jia Meng came back to his senses, "It's for the task! Brother Long, I'm going to fight, you must not fight back, just let my sister slowly whip you!"
After all, Jia Meng used what she thought was the strongest combination of skills, plus the fastest hand speed, facing Long Ting's head, frantically tapping the phone screen to release the skills.
However, after playing for a long time, he finally got rid of a little bit of Long Ting's blood, and as a result, he regained full blood with a single skill.
"Is there anything wrong! Didn't you tell you not to fight back?" Jia Meng stopped and asked.
Long Ting said mischievously: "I didn't fight back, I just returned blood."
Jia Meng expressed dissatisfaction: "Little brother Long, what you said will help me with the task, but in the end it embarrassed me like this. There is really no sincerity!"