Chapter 1222: Leaving and Returning and the Kiss that Is About to Fall

Like many days and nights, Liao Jingchen's eyes fell on the long mahogany table, then raised up and met Liao Hongjing's eyes.

This man over fifty still had black hair and a handsome appearance. It seemed that he would never grow old, and would never give the young lion a chance to take advantage of him.

The lion king was entrenched in his own territory. Liao Jingchen walked over and sat down opposite.

"Father." He said respectfully.

If it weren't for tonight, Liao Jingchen, sitting on the wooden carved velvet chair, might have gained a certain degree of psychological pleasure - he had invaded this territory a few days ago, and regained the right to know while being hurt. Liao Hongjing is no longer the "invincible myth" in Liao Jingchen's mind. The chair he sat on has borne the weight of another person, and his personal computer has also told another person everything.

But now, Liao Jingchen has no time to take care of these.

He is like a curled up hedgehog, and also like a porcupine with thorns erected. Fear and anger fill his body at the same time, maintaining a delicate balance, making him enter a full range of alert.

Liao Hongjing put his forearms on the table and leaned forward.

The young lion suddenly thought that the male lion would bar his fangs in the next second.

"...Are you asleep?" The voice that was always deep and heavy rarely revealed a hint of tenderness.

It turned out that Liao Hongjing was just looking at him, looking at him with concern, meticulousness and tenderness.

Liao Jingchen forced a smile:

"Yes, it's rare to relax, so I'm a little lazy."

He lowered his eyelids in time to cover up the facial muscles that twitched from time to time in the gap between his efforts to control himself, disguising it as uncomfortable shyness and embarrassment.

Liao Hongjing nodded slowly and steadily.

"Where did you fall asleep?" He asked in a gentle voice.

This rare tenderness seemed so inappropriate at this moment. Liao Jingchen could hardly contain his anger, but the next second, he coldly and vigilantly speculated whether there was a trap hidden in Liao Hongjing's concern, and his voice became calm, accompanied by the unique affectation of the younger generation:

"In the viewing room inside." Liao Jingchen smiled and said, "Qi Wan and the others were having fun. I watched for a while on the side. I was satisfied and... lonely, so I went to the next room alone to sit and think about things, and fell asleep unknowingly."

He spoke slowly, his eyes flowed with false honesty, only his hands under the table were tightly clenched, and his calm response revealed his true fear.

Perhaps Liao Jingchen's answer was more skillful than before, or perhaps Liao Hongjing was rarely on guard tonight. In short, the old lion king stepped into the topic trap and showed a gratified and emotional smile of a veteran.

"There will be such a time." Liao Hongjing said, "Loneliness is a must for every leader. The key is how you deal with it."

Liao Jingchen smiled triumphantly in extreme tension.

"I understand, father." He said, "When you are in a leadership position, you must always pay attention to your mentality... Speaking of which, since I learned that I will study abroad in my senior year, I have always been a little worried about gains and losses."

"I am not afraid of saying goodbye to familiar faces, and I am also happy to see my subordinates and friends around me grow and develop steadily. It's just that I can't help but feel a little uneasy about the matter of 'my own sense of existence'."

Liao Jingchen's fists loosened and clenched, clenched and loosened.

The line of sensibility and rationality seemed to divide him into two. One was anxious and panicked, constantly urging and questioning, asking him to immediately drop everything and rush back to the online game, back to the confused "Rongrong"; while the other reminded him in a cold tone that this was a rare opportunity, and the previous preparations might make a breakthrough tonight.

So the former denounced the latter for being mean and selfish: Don't you know how much that little girl needs you now? Haven't you seen enough of her despair and her grievances? You actually - how could you - secretly think "let her hold on a little longer"? !

Every word of the question was heart-piercing.

The string called "rationality" almost broke under such questioning. Liao Jingchen's breathing became thin. He tried to smile, trying his best not to let his upper body exposed to Liao Hongjing's eyes have any abnormality, not to let his chest fluctuate violently due to complex and contradictory emotions, and not to let every word he said have any weird tremors.

The storm in his body almost tore him apart.

"It's normal. People like us can't live without prestige."

It's hard to tell whether Liao Hongjing pretended not to know or really didn't notice anything unusual. His voice was steady and powerful, both teaching and enlightening, "So you need to balance. Whether to control it or be controlled by it... depends on you."

A bullet flashing with cold light cut a crack in the screen without any explanation. The next moment, Jiang Rong was shot in the waist and fell to the ground in a mess.

Severe pain came, she touched a hand full of blood that was almost real, and her little face soaked in cold sweat was extremely pale.

But there was no cry of pain, no wailing, and a green light emanated from Jiang Rong's palm in the muffled groan while holding her breath, and she completed a first aid in a sloppy manner.

She turned over and raised the Tang sword with both hands at the moment when the heavy sword was chopped down.

A crisp and cold metal collision sound suddenly rang out in the air. The difference in size and weapons brought about a huge disparity in strength. Jiang Rong's forearm trembled, and two seconds later he suddenly gave up the struggle. The blade turned and scraped down along the blade of the heavy sword. The speed was so fast that it seemed to cut off the hand holding the hilt of the heavy sword player.

"...Ah!"

This move was not a skill in the game, and it could not be called a master's move. It was just that the heavy sword player who joined the "hunt" tonight was caught off guard and subconsciously let go of the weapon.

The heavy sword was released, and Jiang Rong escaped. His small figure nimbly dodged the heavy heavy sword that hit him, and immediately slashed upward with his backhand, sending the opponent away.

"haha a……"

Seeing the white light blooming, Jiang Rong gasped for breath as if exhausted. However, the situation did not allow her to calm down her disordered breathing. Long-range attacks continued to come, and there were still dense figures not far away.

Taking a short breath, Jiang Rong put away her sword and picked up her bow, and drew the arrow with her sore arms.

Whoosh whoosh!

Three arrows shot out quickly, one exploded the ground, another exploded the crowd, and the third arrow missed the target as if in panic, driving deeply into the nearby soil.

The player was blocked, but the arrows, bullets and spells that had been fired continued to fly through the explosion of fire. Jiang Rong hid whenever she could. She gritted her teeth and fought hard. The bright red blood flowers and the gleaming green light rushed to bloom on her body. In the tight battle rhythm, she staggered towards the limp "Jing Chen". He lifted him up and walked toward the crowd.

The first enemy jumped out of the blazing flames. Jiang Rong seemed to surrender and threw "Jingchen" towards him with both hands.

Her move made the player who was about to attack stunned. He was confused about the target for a moment. He didn't know whether he should continue to attack the little lolita a few meters away, or whether he should catch the demon king who had no power to restrain the chicken and take the weight for nothing. Level heads.

Reality did not give the player time to react. When he was stunned, Jiang Rong slammed into him with force, his petite body like a condensed cannonball.

"Pfft!"

The man's chest sank and he almost vomited blood. As he fell backwards, he was surprised to see Jiang Rong change direction in the air by bumping into him, and then hit the Demon King in mid-air.

What the hell...fuck? !

The unnoticed teleportation array finished reading the message at some point and spread out a huge light array on the ground. Jiang Rong and the black goat that she knocked away both crashed into the formation and disappeared in an instant.

"Where are the people?!"

"Teleported away? Impossible! When did you use the prop?!"

"Holy crap, it's a triangle change of direction!"

The pursuers, both good and bad, were either confused or surprised. The camera seemed to drift to the ground, briefly stopping on the arrow that had sunk into the soil.

In the tail feathers stained with floating ash, a teleportation crystal shimmered.

…

"By the way, you used to like drama very much, and you asked me if you could take the acting department." Liao Hongjing said with a smile in the study.

The tenderness between father and son a moment ago disappeared, the last drop of exploitable emotional loophole also disappeared, and only pure gaming remained on the invisible chessboard.

Liao Jingchen curled up his palms. The four crescent-shaped marks were fresh and deep. He smiled in surprise:

"Ah, really."

He pretended to recall, and after a short while he said, "It happened a long time ago. At that time, I was still a child obsessed with new things and didn't understand anything."

Liao Hongjing smiled but said nothing, his eyes were deep.

"Thinking about it this way, it's quite fate. The things I studied on a whim back then can still be used now."

Sweat dripped from Liao Jingchen's forehead, and he spoke lightly, resisting the exploration and interest in his father's eyes, "Just like that junior fellow student, if I lack the knowledge reserve in this area, I'm afraid I won't be able to provide him with practical help... ...Haha, the past miscellaneous books are not in vain, they are not bad.”

Liao Hongjing seemed to accept his explanation and said a few words along the way.

Liao Jingchen's hands were clenched countless times, restraining his eagerness in both directions.

Achieve the goal, then end this confrontation as soon as possible and return to "Rong Rong" - the impatience in Liao Jingchen's heart was like a bubble that swelled when exposed to water, swelling to the point that it almost filled his heart and lungs.

But he couldn't reveal any flaws yet. He had to be patient and never let out any clues that would let Liao Hongjing find out what important things he was rushing back to do. Once discovered, that would be the worst possible scenario.

"Uh-huh!"

With a muffled groan, Jiang Rong and "Jingchen" fell to the gray-white ground.

She shivered and climbed up, ignoring the scratches on her face and limbs, and quickly called out the light screen to check the map.

The camera zooms out, this is a valley.

Jiang Rong's heart suddenly went cold. She had not had time to set the destination when she mixed the teleportation item into the arrow and shot it. Now she was randomly teleported to this kind of terrain. If there was another encounter, it was unclear whether she could stop it.

"Hurry up, hurry up..."

Another teleportation crystal was held in Jiang Rong's palm. Blood mixed with sweat flowed from her forehead and eyes, and her trembling eyes were full of panic and prayer.

A low beast roar came, indicating that the enemy was locked on.

The purple light in the reading was suddenly interrupted. Jiang Rong raised his head tremblingly, and the figures of the wolves were reflected in his eyes.

This is the leveling area.

——"I'm sorry to say this, but...the masses are always forgetful. Rather than remembering and waiting, they are better at supporting a leader today and promoting another new god tomorrow."

In the luxurious and elegant study room, Liao Jingchen spoke very slowly, as if every word was carefully thought out, and as if this was the only way he could keep his tone steady.

"You taught me to be realistic in everything, analyze specific problems in detail, and develop different strategies for different people..."

He continued, "So I thought that some superficial, superficial but powerful and popular measures might be exactly what I need to do now."

It's not that Liao Jingchen likes drama and wants to perform, but that "Liao Jingchen" needs an exaggerated and grand performance to maintain the necessary popularity, prestige and conversational topics to facilitate future social interactions on the occasion of farewell.

The student's "asking for help" and Liao Jingchen's own objective needs coincided perfectly. An annual stage play of the drama club can solve both problems.

Killing two birds with one stone, using the least amount of things to maximize the advantages, Liao Hongjing often recognizes this.

An anxious silence hung over the long mahogany table.

As soon as the scene turned, the low roars and whines of "Wululu" could be heard endlessly. Jiang Rong stood among the wolves holding a knife. The blade was soaked with blood. Before it could be refreshed, it was covered with new animal blood. It was endless and never stopped. .

She was extremely tired, and her eyes were a little blurry. She was like a contestant who was approaching the end but was beaten by a ghost. She ran forward again and again, and returned to the starting point again and again, frozen in a dead end.

The arm covered with scars was shaking so hard that it was almost impossible to hold the handle of the knife.

Jiang Rong didn't even know what she was insisting on.

Isn't it just a game...?

In a daze, her mechanical slashing movements were caught by the monster, and the drooling wild wolf pounced on her. During the struggle, "Jingchen"'s limp body fell into her eyes like a small piece of stardust.

Jiang Rong shuddered violently, kicked the wolf-shaped monster away, and stood up again holding the Tang Dao while breathing erratically.

To...keep...!

Master cannot die! Neither can she!

I have no idea when the sleeping black goat over there will wake up. The fatigue caused by fighting for too long will make people question the meaning of what they are doing now, but,

Can pain and hopelessness really defeat this bloody white rabbit?

She gave the answer - no!

The camera flashed, and Jiang Rong, who was lying on the bed in the dormitory wearing gaming glasses, frowned, as if he had fallen into a reincarnation nightmare and was looking for an exit.

But even so, she still refused to wake up.

Persistence will lead to results, even if the final outcome is that the alarm clock on her mobile phone urges her to get up quickly and go to class. At that time, she will have to interrupt this long guard battle, Jiang Rong admits it!

At least, it’s better than giving up now!

"Cough! Cough cough cough..."

Blood spurted out, and Jiang Rong in the game fell to his knees, still clutching the Tang Dao in his right hand.

Anyway...

Before Master comes back...

It can't get any worse...

She stood up shakily, and stood up again.

Fate played a huge joke on this little guy.

The sounds of chaotic footsteps and noisy conversations.

Compared with the huge crowds before, it was not dense, but everyone was an elite team.

They were the group of encirclers and suppressors who had received the mission of confrontation.

A quarter of an hour of death penalty had passed, and they came back chasing the coordinates.

Jiang Rong was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

The violin in the background music played a very thin high note, and then stopped abruptly, leaving the audience's emotions to teeter on the edge.

The tug of war between the two lions continues.

"Yes, although the choice to deepen the impression through performance is not considered decent, it is very effective."

Liao Jingchen smiled. He was so anxious that his heart, lungs and throat were almost melting. But towards the end, he could no longer slack off. Now that the matter had come to this, he would never fall down before dawn.

"According to the survey results, the number of students watching the end-of-year performances is generally more than the debate finals and student representative speeches... Haha, young people always prefer artistic entertainment, I understand."

Arguing yet another argument, Liao Jingchen continued his rhetoric against his will, using the annual stage play as a bargaining chip, a tool, and a chess piece - it cannot come from his heart's love anyway.

There were already signs of stiffness at the corners of his mouth. Time passed by little by little. He could barely see Liao Hongjing's face in front of him, only a "furry" face that was injured and crying.

Come on, come on.

Liao Jingchen's stomach was tightening. He didn't know if his face was still normal, so he could only continue to pretend to be the same as usual, with just the right balance of seriousness and relaxation.

Twenty minutes.

Blood surged in the hallucination, and Liao Jingchen's whole body was trembling with chills. One after another, tragic battle scenes were staged in front of him. Calm down, he repeated desperately in his heart. Maybe the sudden disconnection will force "Jingchen" to log off. "Rongrong" is delicate but not stupid. It shouldn't be difficult to find a time to quit the game...

But as a senior player of "Heart Shadow Link", no one knows the various mechanisms inside and outside the game better than Liao Jingchen. He knows how pale these self-comforting assumptions are.

A feeling of suffocation ripped at my throat.

The dazzling firelight illuminated the night sky like day. Jiang Rong's physical strength dropped all the way along with the bloodline. His short figure was annihilated by gorgeous and dangerous attack special effects several times, and then he stubbornly emerged from it.

The valley is as narrow as a horizontal round-bottomed flask. The unconscious "Jingchen" is sitting on the deepest mountain wall, and Jiang Rong is alone blocking the only entrance and exit.

I never thought that I would have such an experience of "one man being in charge" in my life.

But so what?

Something similar had already happened when she swept away her ill-intentioned relatives with a broom.

Jiang Rong had ten thousand experiences that turned "fear" into "not afraid".

She was so skilled, so handy.

Figures so small that they cannot be seen shuttled through various attacks without any tactics or strategies, they just defended and defended without retreating a step.

"So, this is indeed a choice worthy of consideration." Liao Hongjing blew the tea cup slowly.

"That's right. Although there may be better ways to deal with it in the coming days, it is the most suitable one for now." Liao Jingchen's thumbs overlapped on the side of the teacup facing him, and he pressed so hard that his nails turned bloodless.

"Is it too hasty?" Liao Hongjing asked with a smile, his expression was unfathomable, and his words seemed to be pointed.

"Huh? Is that so?" Liao Jingchen pretended to be surprised, "It's just that considering the preparation time of the drama, if it is delayed too late and unresolved, and there is no more appropriate way to deal with it at that time... then it will be a loss for the greater good."

"Yeah." Liao Hongjing didn't say much.

The oppressive silence lingered between the father and son again.

The overwhelming rain of arrows shot into the depths of the valley, and the cold light was particularly gloomy under the moonlight.

Jiang Rong was like a trapped beast in a cage, shouting like crazy. The great healing technique was like a meteor, surging on "Jingchen".

"Good opportunity!"

The two melee players winked at each other and rushed into the narrow road while the rain of arrows fell.

"Don't even think about it...!"

Jiang Rong gritted her teeth and rushed forward, but was entangled by them.

A triumphant grin came from the sky, and the lightly dressed player jumped over the head of the entangled Jiang Rong and rushed towards "Jing Chen".

The extremely simple tactics, not even a "chain trick", can easily bully Jiang Rong.

There is no way, who told her that she is weak and unable to split herself?

"What,——"

Jiang Rong's pupils were shocked, and in a flash, she stood up and presented a flaw, and was hit by a melee player's sword, and took the opportunity to escape.

"Get out of the way!!!"

She rolled and crawled back to "Jing Chen" with wounds all over her body, pulled out the pistol on his waist and fired several bullets.

The attacker was caught off guard and was shot into a sieve, and was buried in white light before the bloody scene appeared.

However, more hostile players took this opportunity to rush into the valley like streams rushing into a lake.

The camera turned 90 degrees, and the water flow gathered by the crowd became clear, and the gurgling tea poured into the white porcelain teacup.

Liao Hongjing let the housekeeper add tea beside him, and suddenly started a new topic:

"How have you done in school recently?"

"As usual." Liao Jingchen almost crushed the teacup.

What is this? Further probing? Or a delaying tactic? Or is it simply a concern that makes people angry?

Stop - stop wasting my time! He pursed his lips and clenched his teeth tightly.

"Running around all day, do you still have time and energy to coordinate?" Liao Hongjing didn't seem to have the intention of letting his youngest son go.

"Fortunately, I have always kept my mother's words in mind and combined work and rest."

Liao Jingchen almost couldn't maintain the smile on his face, and got back to the topic, "It just so happens that the pairing plan with that junior has also come to an end, and it is not difficult to coordinate the schedule."

"Yeah." Liao Hongjing nodded slowly.

Silence fell again, Liao Jingchen felt like he was on edge, but he couldn't take the initiative to urge him. Excessive care and eagerness would expose his true purpose, and he couldn't be found weak.

A drop of blood hit the ground.

The messy footsteps were getting closer and closer, like a countdown to death. Jiang Rong wiped the blood from her lips. She could almost see the face of the player in the front row now.

"Ah~ What is catching a turtle in a jar!" A hearty laugh rang out.

The situation gradually became overwhelming, Jiang Rong's eyes trembled, both her energy and brain power had been overdrawn for a long time, and just thinking about countermeasures aroused a hidden pain.

No... Not yet...

Her eyes fell here and there, desperately looking for life in the desperate situation.

The jagged mountain walls and the scarred land did not respond to any weak prayers.

Jiang Rong was in a trance.

Such a desperate situation... When did it happen last time?

The screen rotated slowly, her eyes were hazy, and her memory went back to a long time ago, when she was bloody abused by a humanoid monster in the technical expertise trial copy.

Just like a baby elephant that still couldn't muster the courage to break free from the rope on the wooden stake after growing up, Jiang Rong was still impressed by that horrible scene even though she had left the ranks of newbies.

At that time, she fell to the ground with serious injuries, and she was in so much pain that she could hardly breathe. She couldn't make a sound or sob. She could only let her tears flow silently, and she looked at the monster as big as a mountain with weapons in her hands in despair and daze.

Then? Then there was a white light, and "Jingchen" fell from the sky like a god, and the swinging hem brought endless sense of security, as if all the difficulties in the world would be solved in front of him.

The pain of the bite made Jiang Rong suddenly sober.

She lowered her head, then turned her head and saw the wolf pack that had just died under the rain of arrows and was now refreshed.

"You can participate in the annual stage play of the drama club." The scene suddenly changed, and Liao Hongjing, who had been silent for a long time, slowly spoke.

——Several arrows skillfully pierced the ground very close to the wolf's front paws, instantly startling the beasts.

"Really?" Liao Jingchen's heart skipped a beat, and his tone was tinged with surprise. Then his eyes tightened, and his vigilance quickly covered his joy, and then turned into his usual gentleness.

——Jiang Rong jumped up to avoid it, and the wolf pack disrupted the formation of the opposing players, and the situation was in chaos for a while.

"..." Liao Hongjing said nothing and took a deep look at his little son.

——The two wolf-shaped monsters that were biting "Jingchen" were shot and killed by Jiang Rong. She huddled beside him, but only had time to take a breath, and then looked up again to observe the enemy's situation, taking advantage of their distraction to deal with the wild monsters and finishing them off in time.

"In this case, I have to inform Qi Wan and Chen Yina first. I hope I won't cause them too much trouble." Liao Jingchen put down the teacup naturally and hid his hands that were shaking with excitement because his goal was achieved and he was finally freed.

——The wolves were killed by the players in a rage, and this anger was seamlessly transferred to Jiang Rong, and the fierce battle started again.

"Go." Liao Hongjing finally let go.

—— Bang! Jiang Rong, who was knocked flying, hit the mountain wall hard, and slid down with a large amount of blood.

Liao Jingchen lowered his eyes and nodded, and his fingers hanging by his legs kept trembling. He tried his best to maintain his proper demeanor and buried all his excitement and anxiety in his heart.

—— "Tsk, this little girl must have been blinded by the devil!" The sturdy swordsman spat impatiently, deliberately holding the long sword upside down, and hammered the handle of the sword hard on Jiang Rong's back.

Liao Jingchen left his seat slowly, said goodnight to Liao Hongjing and the housekeeper, and then turned around naturally, as if he had solved a trivial matter, and walked out of the study with a normal expression.

——"It's so dark, I haven't even seen her face clearly... Damn!" Another player's arm was bitten hard by Jiang Rong, and the dying animal suddenly broke free from the clamp, and the Tang sword was waving in the air slowly.

Liao Jingchen stepped onto the stairs, one step, and then another.

——"Why bother? If you stay still, you can still live, understand?" The tall and strong guys half-surrounded Jiang Rong and "Jingchen" behind her, laughing and watching her twisting and turning with the Tang sword, too tired to maintain the most basic balance.

Liao Jingchen walked through the corridor, his steps suddenly accelerated, almost flying.

——"Oh my, I beg you, you... Damn it!" Jiang Rong, who was secretly accumulating strength, made the best disguise in the endangered performance. He rushed forward and took away two sturdy players who had taken down their guards.

The temporary entertainment room was empty. Liao Jingchen couldn't spare the mind to thank Qi Wan and Chen Yina, the party hosts, for their thoughtfulness. He rushed into the inner room in three or two steps and smashed the door of the private cinema.

"Kill her!!"

"The wolf has appeared again, be careful not to let her play that trick again!"

The first ray of morning light was projected, and the smell of blood spread throughout the valley. The sound of fighting was deafening. Jiang Rong, with messy hair, stared and pursed his lips tightly, like an office worker who stayed up too late. His heart was beating and his eardrums were buzzing. He regarded overdraft as the only buff, like a madman, and squeezed out his last bit of energy and vitality regardless of anything.

Throwing all tactics behind his mind, Jiang Rong was like a cub that relied completely on instinct. Whenever there was a chance, he would rush up and bite hard.

Cut as many as you can!

Kill as many as you can!

——Liao Jingchen's eyes fell on the innermost seat. The game glasses that had not turned into a bracelet explained everything. He stumbled over.

"It's so annoying, go to hell!!!"

No matter how cute the face is, it can't match Jiang Rong's cockroach-like behavior that can't be killed or beaten to death, and still lingers. The continuous loss of several teammates made the leading player more and more impatient. Compared with the sleeping demon king, he wanted to kill this annoying little thing with his own hands.

Is it necessary to struggle like this? Why can't you just wait to die? !

Clang!

The collision of cold weapons made a clear sound unique to metal, and the two long blades trembled.

——Liao Jingchen grabbed the game glasses, and almost let it slip because of his trembling fingers. He grabbed it twice in a row before putting it on awkwardly.

Blades crossed, eyes met, Jiang Rong's fierce eyes made it difficult for the leader to look directly at him. This kind of eyes appeared in the big eyes that were used to be cute, which was very inconsistent and made people panic for no reason.

"... Get out!"

With a shout mixed with guilt and annoyance, the leader kicked Jiang Rong down.

[Iris data detected...]

A hand full of blood grabbed the leader's trouser leg.

[Identification in progress...]

"Are you done!" The short boots kicked away the palm covered with dust and blood.

[Your account is detected to be online, and the game is being checked for abnormalities...]

The other hand quietly reached out to the Tang sword tightly grasped in Jiang Rong's right hand.

[Checking completed, verifying login status...]

Jiang Rong propped up his upper body in a stressful manner, and turned from lying to kneeling.

[Synchronizing game data...]

The trembling thighs and calves were desperately supported at right angles, and the kneeling on both knees turned to kneeling on one knee.

[Reconnecting, please ensure a stable network connection...]

The tip of the Tang sword made a harsh noise on the ground.

[Reconnection progress: 56%...]

The bloodstained calf stepped down vigorously, and the other leg was raised, kneeling on one knee and standing up.

[Reconnection progress: 88%...]

Can... continue... killing!

[Reconnection successful, welcome back to the world of the mind! ]

A pair of eyes suddenly opened under the broken face of the animal bones, and in an instant, static and dynamic switched, and the purple-black hem of the clothes swelled up a mighty wind sound in the rapid movement.

One hand was placed on Jiang Rong's shoulder, and the other hand reached to her waist and took out the revolver.

Legendary equipment is only shared between master and apprentice.

Jiang Rong was stunned, she still held the Tang sword in both hands, looking forward, this hug from behind was so sudden, but it was destined.

This moment was short and long, and several round bullets were thrown out in an arc, showing flowing patterns at the same time as the gun body, and then a gunshot.

Purple-red flames shot up into the sky, completely illuminating the valley, smoke and dust filled the air, flames raged, the wolves and players were unable to utter a whimper, and the heavy figures instantly shattered into light spots and disappeared in the sea of ​​fire.

Jiang Rong stared blankly at the wall of fire in front of him. After a while, with a "clang", the Tang sword that seemed to have grown on his hand suddenly broke away and fell to the ground.

Jiang Rong also fell down with it.

She slumped on the ruined ground, and the tall black goat also knelt on the ground, with two arms circling her from behind.

Liao Jingchen had a lot to say.

He wanted to complete the sentence before the disconnection and ask her "Why did you come back", and he also wanted to follow the most real emotions, turning his fear into anger in extreme fear, and questioning her "Why didn't you listen".

But now he just wanted to see her.

The goat mask disappeared softly, revealing the face of "Jingchen", and the right hand on the narrow shoulder gently pulled, "Rongrong" turned his face.

Her face was still soft and chubby, with a little baby fat on her cheeks. Her dusty face was just right for her tears. Just a cry full of grievances could make people's hearts tremble, and they wanted to give the whole world to her.

She did cry.

But she didn't make any sound.

A tear, only one, fell from the end of Jiang Rong's eye, across the dusty and blood-stained cheek.

She was crying, but her expression was not any that Liao Jingchen had ever seen. At this moment, the face that could always be described as cute showed a cold and tough look.

Tough, resolute, unyielding, and a look like a torch.

The torch pierced Liao Jingchen's eyes and exploded hot magma in his heart.

The emotions that had been suppressed for a long time entangled and contracted to the extreme at this moment, and then they could not bear the burden and burst bloodily. Liao Jingchen "swish" grabbed Jiang Rong's waist and back, and pulled her into his arms with a force that could be called brutal.

He leaned forward, his usually shrewd mind was empty. He only knew that if he wanted to express all the unfinished words that were surging in his chest at this moment, the only way to express it was a kiss.

The second before the two pairs of lips touched, the figure of the black goat suddenly disappeared.

Snap.

The game glasses unexpectedly changed back to the shape of a bracelet, and fell off the face of the owner in the process.

Liao Jingchen shuddered as if he was electrocuted, and subconsciously reached out to catch the fallen object. He was stunned for two seconds before he realized what had happened.

He raised the bracelet and watched its indicator light flash again and again, and finally went out helplessly.

...It was out of power.

The accident that came again forcibly pulled Liao Jingchen back to his sanity. No words could accurately describe his mood at this moment.

Absurd? Angry? Or guilty? Regret? Or shy? Cowardly?

With a light "snap", Liao Jingchen stretched out his hand to cover his entire face, and his violent trembling breathing sounded almost like crying.

The dark theater held his extremely thin figure. In a moment, the hand covering his face fell heavily, and the shadow covered most of his face, leaving only a pair of eyes staring blankly at the ceiling.

Hello, 9000+, I am so excited to write, I will dare to do it next time.