It was still early, and Ji Pianpian was so excited for half the night that she couldn't sleep.
She logged into the game, opened her backpack and stared at the skill book for a long time.
It is impossible to go back on your word.
The high imitation number has gone bad, but it has also cost money.
She couldn't sit on someone else's tandem, and after seeing the fireworks in the sky and agreeing to sell it to him, she turned against her.
Besides...
Even if she really wanted to give the skill book to Du Shen, she couldn't give it to him.
Give it in reality
Her intention is too obvious, she is shameless!
In the game…
She doesn’t even know what Zhendu Shen’s real ID looks like!
That’s all.
If you want to blame it, just blame her for having no connection with him.
Thinking of this, Ji Pianpian's excitement dropped.
Tonight's Shen Du perfectly matched her ideal type in every aspect, and it was no exaggeration to say that she fell in love with him at first sight.
Can…
Ji Pianpian has never been in love and has watched countless novels, movies and TV series.
Shen Du's attitude towards her was that of a very gentlemanly senior, with no other thoughts at all.
Ji Pianpian turned over, lay on her back on the bed, and sighed softly:
First meeting.
It's probably the last time too.
The ideal type can only be an ideal.
After only being lost for a minute or two, Ji Pianpian shook her head and shook off all this mess.
At this time, her mood was just like "a fan meets an idol": she has admiration and admiration... but she is not attached.
Idols, after all, are out of reach.
Ji Pianpian closed the backpack interface and was about to open the friends bar when she saw the demon warlock next to her.
In the desolate novice area of the ice field, a slender demon stood in the biting wind with a dead wood staff, his posture was desolate and lonely, and he felt lonely as if he had been standing there for an unknown amount of time.
Ji Pianpian was startled: "You are there..."
Just when I wanted to see if he was online, he leaned in front of me.
Ji Pianpian was frightened but also a little surprised. If they were online, they could complete tasks together...
Huh.
Ji Pianpian soon discovered something was wrong:
"Not?"
"Where are the people?"
"Not there?"
She said several words in succession, and the demon warlock stood there upright, as if his soul was out of his body.
It turned out to be hanging up.
Ji Pianpian stared at him for a while, and suddenly her hands itched.
The man who had killed him thirty-five times was right in front of him, still motionless and ready to be slaughtered.
If you don’t take revenge now, when will you get it
Ji Pianpian picked up the staff and used three or four skills at the demon warlock.
Big ice cube, boom!
Big fireball, boom!
Lightning and thunder, crackling!
After an indiscriminate bombardment, the demon warlock did not lose any blood.
Because it was in peaceful mode, of course no one would be killed. Ji Pianpian didn't really want to kill him, it was just... a practice.
The dialog box pops up suddenly—
Budu: "?"
Ji Pianpian: "!"
Why is he online
The little mage who was caught revealing his true identity was only half a second away from being offline on the spot!
System prompts: The player "Budu" has sent you a duel invitation.
Ji Pianpian: "..." Her guilty conscience was instantly covered with anger.
He killed her thirty-five times. What happened to her throwing a few skills at him in peaceful mode? As for a duel
Just fight, no matter who you are afraid of!
Ji Pianpian nodded angrily, standing a battle flag between the two of them, and the sound effect suddenly changed, from a melodious desert melody to a beating war drum.
The ID of the demon warlock in front of him also changed from friendly white to dangerous scarlet.
Three two one.
When the countdown ended, Ji Pianpian's heart was beating loudly, and her fingers on the keyboard and mouse were shaking nervously.
How to pk
She vaguely remembered the priest's combo, the mage's...
No matter, close your eyes and throw it away!
Ji Pianpian mistook the demon warlock for a goblin and hit him with a series of skills, not caring about accuracy or damage value.
Don't be a coward.
She has died thirty-five times and is fearless!
Boom!
The sound effects of the skills were booming, Ji Pianpian bit her lower lip and looked at the screen.
System prompt: Congratulations on killing the player "Budu".
Ji Pianpian: "???"
Only then did she realize that the demon warlock who challenged her for a duel didn't move at all. He didn't use any of his skills, and he didn't move his position. He just stood there and threw skills at her.
-He killed her on purpose.
One side is defeated and the duel ends.
The demon warlock stood up and typed: "Next time you want to kill me, remember to start a duel first."
Ji Pianpian felt guilty: "Who wants to kill you?"
Budu: "Who lost the skill just now?"
Ji Pianpian stopped pretending: "What's wrong with killing you? You killed me thirty-five times and you still don't allow me to come back?"
"Okay," Budu said slowly, "You can kill as you please."
Ji Pianpian would not be coaxed by him: "It's just a trumpet, so what if I kill you three hundred and five times." It's nothing important.
Budu: "Well..."
Ji Pianpian: "If you have the ability, kill the big one for me."
Budu: "I can open a large number, but I feel sorry for your hands."
Ji Pianpian: "???"
Budu: "The attack of one of your spells is 20 points, and the Night Assassin automatically restores 100 points of blood every second. If I take off my clothes and stand still, you may kill until dawn..." I can only press the keyboard until my hands cramp.
No need to finish the words, the meaning is in place.
This is really a standard "extremely harmful, twice as insulting" sentence pattern!
Ji Pianpian: "..."
Just make her mad!
Even though I can't say I can't fight, I can still get away.
Ji Pianpian ignored him and turned to do the task. The demon warlock strode up to follow him and typed: "Speaking of..."
Ji Pianpian: ignore·jpg.
The demon sorcerer had no idea: "Why thirty-five times."
The flying little mage got stuck.
Bu Du also stopped and typed in an orderly manner: "Thirty-three accidental kills in hidden missions, one accidentally eaten by a white lion, the total is thirty-four."
Ji Pianpian's heart tightened.
Damn, she also included the time when she used Ji Heyu's account to torture him but failed and was killed instead.
She didn't care if she was embarrassed herself, but she also dragged her big devil to be embarrassed with her!
This this…
Just when Ji Pianpian was too nervous to type, another sentence came out of Budu's dialog box: "This is inappropriate."
Ji Pianpian: "..."
Budu: "... There is no need to blame someone if you want to." With an expression of 'grievance' attached.
Ji Pianpian: "..."
so close!
She was overthinking it.
How could a high imitation account know that the account on Yushang was hers.
Ji Pianpian came over slowly: "Have you ever gone to the bank to deposit money?"
Budu: "?"
Ji Pianpian said confidently: "There is interest for depositing money in the bank. Why don't you kill me thirty-four times without increasing the interest rate?"
Budu: “…”
Ji Pianpian was in a good mood after winning back a victory, and her hands were much more agile when taking on tasks.
The demon warlock followed her and suddenly asked: "Have you finished working overtime?"
Ji Pianpian was stunned: Working overtime... what to do
Budu: "Didn't you say you went to work overtime?"
Only then did Ji Pianpian remember that she was a beautiful twenty-seven-year-old sister. She stabilized and typed: "Added."
Budu's typing seemed to have a tone, and the ungrateful voice spilled out of the screen: "Sister, are you really not going to do your homework?"
Ji Pianpian's face felt hot, her face was stern and her heart was filled with tears: "... There is no homework in the adult world!"
"Oh..." Budu said deliberately, "If you have any questions you don't know, you can ask me. My brother is not talented and happens to be the top scorer in the college entrance examination."
Ji Pianpian: "..."
You don’t even draft a draft when you’re bragging!
He was also the top scorer in the college entrance examination, why didn't he say that he was a top student at N University, studying for a master's degree in computer science, and his name was Shen Du!
I think of the graceful Zhen Du Shen, and then look at the fake me who is down to my core.
Ji Pianpian sighed: How could they be so different!
After watching the movie and spending half an hour in a milk tea shop with his girlfriend, Li Xingqiao finally went to bed.
That night, Senior Li felt refreshed.
High-end restaurant romance movie.
The girlfriend is sweet and touching, and she calls Li Xingqiao so excited that she is so excited.
It’s great to be in love, and his Mumu is so cute!
The good mood plummeted by 10,000 points after returning to the dormitory.
Opening the door, Shen Du sat in front of the computer with a leisurely posture, his long legs slightly bent. The wide space under the desk still couldn't accommodate these long legs. He didn't change out of the clothes he wore when going out. The black sweater was much more flattering than the sweatshirt. Although he couldn't see his slender neck, his broad shoulders and narrow waist...
Li Xingqiao has a toothache: It’s so painful that it’s not worth your life!
Shen Du heard the movement and glanced sideways at him.
Black hair and white skin, with a cold glance, the leaves rustled in the autumn wind.
Li Xingqiao: "???"
Shen Du moved his eyes away and stared at the game interface.
Li Xingqiao's head was full of questions: "What's wrong with you? My little ancestor hasn't finished working overtime yet?"
Monk Zhang Er was confused, thinking that his little ancestor was not online, and that Du Shen, who was lonely and cold, was so weird.
Li Xingqiao walked over and found that the demon warlock and the little mage were having a great time in the game.
If it wasn't the little ancestor who was responsible, then who else could be responsible
Li Xingqiao said cautiously: "Ji Pianpian is very cute..."
His heart is full of his Mumu, but it does not prevent him from having a normal aesthetic.
This was not the first time Li Xingqiao met Ji Pianpian, but he was still surprised.
The little girl is not the kind of gorgeous beauty, nor does it have anything to do with sexy and mature, but she is very attractive, the kind of beauty that is exquisite down to the smallest detail, and so gentle and non-aggressive.
Shen Du sneered.
Li Xingqiao was convinced: "You can't even look at this..."
Before he finished speaking, Shen Du interrupted: "Be a human being."
Li Xingqiao: "Ah?"
Shen Du said coldly: "You can do this to a high school girl."
Li Xingqiao was shocked: "What the hell, I'm already a sophomore in college. You can't just because Ji Pianpian has a baby face..."
Shen Du: "Sophomore year?"
Li Xingqiao: "Yes, you just sent someone to F University!"
Shen Du: "You must be a sophomore at University F?"
Li Xingqiao's heart tightened: "No, otherwise."
Shen Du lowered his eyelashes and said it clearly: "They are high school sophomore art students majoring in music college."
Li Xingqiao: "..."