As a result, the world communication channel tinkled at this time. This is an independent channel similar to the Jianghu chat room. This game space is very broad. In an extremely realistic cultivation environment, it is specially provided for players from all over the world. A platform for exchanging news, commonly known as Cultivation Daily.
"Beyond the nickname, the peerless sword moves to slash everything and reappears in the rivers and lakes, and the sword holder is actually a beautiful woman!"
"Hahaha is absolutely impossible. It must be that cold nonsense again. Last time he boasted that he had learned this sword move! In the end, he faced off against the eldest disciple of Apocalypse, and he was beaten up!"
"Hey, don't say it, the person who posted the news is really that Leng Yanhua! I can't believe it, I can't believe it!"
"However, Leng Yanhua emphasized that he has never seen such a beautiful woman. I'm really curious."
"Hey, don't believe what he says. What kind of beauty, I'm afraid he has never seen a real beauty."
"I am very interested in this. Since this game can't be quit, it has revealed the true faces of all the players. Those so-called goddesses in the past, hahaha, all the pigs are going to die, laughing to death."
"Hahaha, yes yes, just say who..."
Gradually talking about crooked floor.
Naturally, Leng Yanhua also saw everyone's discussion, his face flushed, he hurriedly closed his own daily cultivation daily, and said a little narrowly: "This, that... I didn't mean to reveal the secret, I'm sorry. I sometimes have a brain. Can smoke. However, I said that you are the most beautiful person I have ever met, and I am telling the truth."
Tian Miao took a sip of wine and said indifferently: "It's okay. Thank you for the compliment."
Leng Yanhua smiled stupidly, seeing that Tian Miao really didn't care about it, so he was relieved.
After the two were full, Leng Yanhua paid the money, and then followed Tianmiao, and the two went to the mass grave together.
In fact, as soon as he left the town, Tianmiao felt the raging demonic energy, especially the tree-lined path leading to the mass grave, while Leng Yanhua looked like nothing was happening. It seemed that only she could feel this thing. arrive.
The surroundings were very quiet all the way. Leng Yanhua was someone who could suffocate himself to death if he didn't speak for a while, so he couldn't help asking, "Miss Tian, what do you actually do?"
"Huh? He opened a shop." Tian Miao replied, it was true that he opened a black shop.
Leng Yanhua praised: "Hey, successful people! Sure enough, the temperament is different from others! And I, just a younger brother writer, likes to write novels, I recently wrote a new book "The Shadow of the Shadow". I'm out, you can admire my face, okay? But because this broken game can't be offline, I've been disconnected for a long time. I don't know if the few readers I have will miss me? Or will they want to take 40 meters Slash me with a sword?"
"Okay." Tian Miao faintly spit out a word.
Leng Yanhua was chatting all the way. Most of the time, Tian Miao was just um, or it was easy to answer, and later, he simply blocked his speech in his mind. Really, it hurts his head a lot.
After walking for about 20 minutes, the scenery of the boulevard suddenly changed, turning into all kinds of scorched trees. In front of them was a wasteland, large and small tomb bags, and various sacrificial supplies and flying paper money to remind them that they were chaotic. The funeral has arrived.
(I am also a younger brother writer, woo woo woo, I also want to stop the update, but I am afraid that you will cut me with a 40-meter knife! I dare not.)
(End of this chapter)