Chapter 810: Time to Boil the Rain

"It's so terrifying!" In the store in Canglan City, a magic dragon took off the virtual device, pointed at the screen in a daze, and said, "Ah...! God-level powerhouses are so... so terrifying!"

The whole store was silent at this moment, except for the crazy dragon roaring like it was wagging its whole body.

At this time, I saw Boss Fang coming forward: "I said, what's the matter with your dragon?! You look at others, don't they all look well, quiet and quiet, why is your dragon screaming in fright? ?”

"As a dragon, why are you so timid?!"

Gurs quickly shut up and looked around cautiously.

Sure enough, everyone was watching the drama very seriously, without moving.

Not one screamed in fright.

It was very quiet.

Then he glanced at Swain and Hematon who were sitting across from each other, but also said nothing.

Was the great Goulth really the most cowardly of all! ?

"Benlong...Benlong goes to the toilet by himself!" The magic dragon Gurs shouted loudly.

Then leaned on the chair and stood up.

At this time, Swain and Hematon on the opposite side looked at each other: "..."

The two feet under the table, thump, thump, thump...

Shaking all over.

"Your Excellency Swain, can you get up now...?"

Swain didn't change his face: "Temporarily...can't!"

"..."

...

In the reopened system "New Training Room", Fang Qi still has one of the few left, a three-day time limit.

In the training room, one after another familiar figures gradually came alive, and then gradually disappeared.

The sharp shadows of knives, swords and other weapons bloomed with their due brilliance.

Immediately afterwards, a majestic and noble figure dressed in a black robe gradually solidified in front of him, flipping his palms: "God's hand!"

"God's Vortex!"

"God's Thunder!"

"..." Boss Fang's face darkened, and he fell to the ground in an instant.

Practice ends:

Synchronization rate: 0%

Move synchronization rate: 0%

Gain experience points: 0%

"Huh..." Boss Fang let out a deep breath.

These days, Fang Qi has maintained a tight rhythm of live broadcasting and practicing in the morning almost every day, and continuing to practice in the afternoon and evening.

It's not like in the past, I often have extra time, I can play whatever I want, and I can hang out wherever I want.

Under the night, a light blue crescent moon dotted the dark night sky, and the night was already very deep.

Wiping the sweat off his forehead, he took a bottle of Coke and drank it in big gulps.

But in the dead of night, Fang Qi's messenger jade rang unexpectedly again.

At this time, in another store, Jiuhua City store.

Walking into the Jiuhua City store, I saw a few teenagers and girls lying on the computer desk and fell asleep, and there were a few high-level monks like An Huwei beside them. When they saw Fang Qi coming, they quickly greeted them .

"Why are they sleeping here?" Boss Fang asked.

Most of them are students from Lingyun Academy, like Song Qingfeng, Xi Qi and so on.

Even girls like Xu Zixin are no exception.

"Come and take a look first." Nalan Mingxue waved at him, "Evaluate, how about this promotional video?"

After all, I opened a newly-made video on my computer. In terms of production, I can purchase the corresponding program in "My Space", which is not completely impossible.

It's just to let these girls who only know martial arts and cultivation do these things...

In fact, Boss Fang really didn't expect it. He originally thought that maybe he would give up after persisting for a while.

The video was turned on, and a light blue butterfly flew by oncoming. The picture was as white as snow, with the cleanliness of a girl.

Then came the color, the pictures of each game are interlaced in front of the camera, maybe a little jerky and plain, and the background music is "Time Boils the Rain".

The wind blows the rain into flowers.

It seems to be in a flat tone, describing the year when we first came into contact with "Resident Evil".

Also left a big story of our own hero in "Diablo".

When I saw Yu Jianshu for the first time, the excited eyes flashed past, followed by the sad and lonely ending.

In "Legend", the guilds gather and the figure of the imperial city PK is still vivid.

During "King of Fighters", a large group of people sat around the arcade hall in Boss Fang's space, and the noise of frantic filming seemed to be still yesterday.

There was the excitement when "Dungeon and Warriors" opened, and the shock when the first PK competition was held.

That was their first, second, third time...meeting gamer friends from all over the world.

As for what happened next... That was the first time they discovered that there were so many friends from the Western Continent in the wider world called "World of Warcraft".

It is like a story in a long scroll. The pen records the joy and touch of the past. There are new people coming and old people going. At the end of the story, there are only group photos that remain in memory.

If you are serious, you may be able to find one or two familiar faces and those innocent smiles in the past.

"Daxue, please don't erase the traces of us being together."

"The heavy snow can't erase the mark we gave each other."

Looking at these teenagers and girls lying faceless on the computer desks of the Internet cafe...

No... Time flies, and they may no longer be called young girls.

Even if they are still young.

Those teenagers and girls from back then have also lost a lot of the greenness on their faces, and replaced them with a touch of stability that adults should have.

They may have been tired, Boss Fang smiled, and before he knew it, he had known these guys for several years: "The event can start at any time, why are you in such a hurry?"

"The event can start at any time, but some days, if you miss it, you have to wait for a year."

Boss Fang was a little strange: "What date?"

Nalan Mingxue gave him a strange look: "You don't know?"

"I don't know..." Boss Fang looked at these familiar faces, "It's just an extra year, not hundreds of years."

He yawned, apparently very tired: "Go and rest quickly, I have a lot of spare rooms in my shop."

He pointed at them and said, "Don't catch a cold while sleeping."

"By the way, what kind of activities have you designed?"

"You'll know when the time comes." She looked at the dark sky outside the shop, her bright eyes seemed to melt into the depths of the starry sky.

He glanced back at the screen again.

I couldn't help but feel an unknown feeling in my heart.

For a while, I can't help but hope that the story compiled by them on the screen can be longer, it belongs to them, the youth story, even if most of the people in the story are like her, from the high point at the beginning, it gradually stops being mediocre.

It is not necessarily impossible to praise mediocrity.

...

At this time, Boss Fang, Yu Zhiwei, Xiao Yulu and several shop assistants were moving these men and women who were sleeping like dead pigs back to their rooms.

At this moment, Song Qingfeng yelled and jumped up from his seat: "Uh... Pentakill!"

"Five kills? How can there be five kills!?"

"Where is it!?" A group of people were shocked instantly, and all of them stared over energetically.

"Oh--!"

Xiao Yulu, who was knocked to the ground by an inexplicable move, shook his head and looked at these people in bewilderment: "...my neck!"

"Ah—!" Sitting on the ground, and watching the commemorative video of these people, he suddenly felt as sad as a child who weighed three hundred catties.