Doomsday Bosses Win the Entertainment Industry

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Chapter 1192: Departure and return and the kiss that is about to fall

Like many days and nights, Liao Jingchen's eyes fell on the long mahogany table, and then he raised his eyes to meet Liao Hongjing's eyes.

This man who is over fifty years old still has a full head of black hair and a handsome appearance. It seems that he will never grow old and will never give the young lion a chance.

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

"Father." He said respectfully.

If it hadn't been for tonight, Liao Jingchen, who was sitting on the carved wooden suede chair, might have gained a certain degree of psychological pleasure - he had already 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 is sitting on has bear the weight of another person, and his personal computer has also told another person everything.

But now, Liao Jingchen has no time to care about this.

He was like a curled up hedgehog or a porcupine with thorns erect. Fear and anger filled his body at the same time, maintaining a delicate balance and putting him on full alert.

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

The young lion suddenly thought that the male lion would open its fangs in the next second.

"...Are you asleep?" The usually deep and heavy voice rarely revealed a hint of softness.

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

Liao Jingchen smiled:

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

He lowered his eyelids in time to cover his facial muscles that still twitched from time to time while struggling to control, disguising it as uncomfortable shyness and embarrassment.

Liao Hongjing nodded slowly and steadily.

"Where did you fall asleep?" he asked warmly.

This rare display of tenderness seemed so inappropriate at this moment, and Liao Jingchen could hardly contain his annoyance. The next second, he coldly and alertly speculated whether there was a trap hidden in Liao Hongjing's voice of concern, and his words became calmer, accompanied by the unique characteristics of juniors. The affectation:

"The movie theater in the back." Liao Jingchen smiled and said, "Qi Wan and the others were having a good time. I watched it for a while. I felt satisfied and... lonely, so I went to the next door by myself and sat silently thinking about something. I fell asleep before I woke up."

He spoke very slowly, and his eyes showed false honesty. Only his hands under the table were tightly clenched, and his true heartbeat was revealed in his calm and gentle response.

Perhaps it was because Liao Jingchen's answers were more skillful than before, or perhaps because Liao Hongjing was unusually unguarded tonight. In short, the old lion king stepped into the topic trap and showed a happy and emotional smile of someone who has experienced it.

"There will be times like this." Liao Hongjing said, "Loneliness is the only way for every leader. The key is how you deal with it."

Liao Jingchen smiled triumphantly despite being extremely nervous.

"I understand, father." He said, "In the position of a leader, you must always pay attention to your own mentality... Speaking of which, ever since I learned that I would study abroad in my senior year, I have always been worried about gains and losses."

"I'm not afraid of saying goodbye to familiar faces, and I'm happy to see my subordinates and friends around me grow and develop steadily. It's just that I have some uneasiness about my own sense of existence."

Liao Jingchen's fists unclenched and then clenched, and then clenched and unclenched.

The line between sensibility and rationality seemed to divide him into two. One was anxious and panicked, constantly urging and questioning, telling him to immediately drop everything and run back to the online game and return to the confused "Rong Rong"; and the other was He was reminded in a cold tone that this was a rare opportunity, and all the previous preparations might lead to a breakthrough tonight.

So the former denounced the latter as despicable and selfish: Don't you know how much that little guy needs you now? Haven't you seen enough of her despair, panic, and grievances? How could you - how could you - secretly think, "Let her hold on a little longer"? !

Every word of questioning is heartbreaking.

The string called "rationality" almost broke under such questioning. Liao Jingchen's breathing became a thin line. He tried his best to smile and tried his best not to expose the slightest abnormality in his upper body to Liao Hongjing's eyes. Don't let your chest rise and fall violently due to complex and contradictory emotions, don't let every word that comes out of your mouth have any weird tremors.

The storm inside his body almost tore him apart.

"It's normal. People like us cannot lack prestige in our lives."

It's hard to tell whether Liao Hongjing is pretending not to know, or whether he really doesn't notice the difference. His pronunciation is steady and powerful, which is both teaching and explanation. "This requires you to balance. Whether to control it or be controlled by it... depends on you."

A glinting bullet involuntarily opened a crack in the screen. The next moment, Jiang Rong was shot through the waist and fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment.

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

But there was no cry of pain, no scream, just a muffled groan as he held his breath, and green light emitted from Jiang Rong's palm, scribbling to end the first aid.

She stood up and raised the Tang Dao with both hands the moment she was struck by the heavy sword.

The crisp and cold sound of metal collision sounded. The difference in body size and weapons brought about the disparity in strength. Jiang Rong's forearms trembled. After two seconds, he quickly gave up the struggle. The blade turned and scraped downwards along the edge of the epee, as fast as Cut off the hand holding the hilt of the epee sword player.

"…ah!"

This move is not a skill in the game and cannot be called a master. However, the epee players who joined the "hunting" tonight with the excitement did not expect it and subconsciously released their weapons.

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 sharp 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" at 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 **** 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 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!"

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 loopholes 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 while he said, "It happened a long time ago. At that time, I was still a kid 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."

Liao Jingchen's forehead was dripping with sweat, and he spoke lightly, resisting the exploration and interest in his father's eyes, "Just like that junior 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 , I haven’t read the miscellaneous books in the past 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 big bubble that swelled when exposed to water, swelling to the point of filling up 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 that he was rushing back to do something important. Once discovered, that would be the worst possible situation.

"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 beast roar signaled the enemy's lock.

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 **** 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 that everything should be based on reality, analyze specific problems in detail, and have different strategies when facing 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, is often what Liao Hongjing likes.

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 almost near the end but was hit by a ghost. She ran forward again and again, returning 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 at the moment, but...

Can pain and hopelessness really defeat this **** 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, this long guard battle will have to be interrupted, Jiang Rong also 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 holding the Tang Dao tightly 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 each one 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 made 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 bit by bit. He could barely see Liao Hongjing's face in front of him. All he could see was 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 as if it were daytime. 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 them.

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 taking charge of the family" 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 a better way may be found in the coming days, for now, it is the most suitable." Liao Jingchen's thumbs crossed each other on the side of the tea cup facing him, applying force to his nails. No color at all.

"Are you too hasty?" Liao Hongjing asked with a smile, his expression was unpredictable, and his words seemed to be pointing out something.

"Eh? Is that so?" Liao Jingchen pretended to be surprised, "Just considering the preparation time for the drama, if it is delayed too late and left unresolved, and a more appropriate way of handling it cannot be found by then...then it will be a small gain."

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

An oppressive silence once again lingered between father and son.

Arrows rained from the sky and shot deep into the valley, and the little bits of cold light looked particularly eerie under the moonlight.

Jiang Rong was like a caged animal, shouting like crazy. The great healing technique was like a meteor, showering on "Jingchen".

"good chance!"

The two melee players winked at each other and rushed into the narrow passage under the rain of arrows.

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

Jiang Rong gritted his teeth and faced them, only to be entangled by them.

The triumphant laughter came from above, and the lightly dressed players jumped over the entangled Jiang Rong's head and rushed towards "Jingchen".

An extremely simple tactic, not even a "chain plan", could easily bully Jiang Rong.

There is no way, who told her that she is weak and unable to do anything?

"Varied,-"

Jiang Rong's eyes trembled, and he stepped forward in a split second to find an opening. He took a sword from a melee player alive and escaped.

"Step aside!!"

Covered with bruises, she rolled and crawled back to "Jingchen" first, pulled out the pistol from his waist and fired several bullets.

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

However, more hostile players took this opportunity and poured into the valley like a stream rushing into a lake.

The camera turned ninety degrees, the water flowing from the heads became clear, and the gurgling tea was poured into the white porcelain tea cup.

Liao Hongjing allowed the butler to add tea and suddenly started a new topic:

"How have you been doing in school lately?"

"Same as usual." Liao Jingchen almost crushed the tea cup.

What's this? Further testing? Or a delaying tactic? Or is it an infuriatingly innocent concern?

Stop—stop wasting my time! He pursed his lips and gritted his teeth.

"Running around all day long, how can you still coordinate your time and energy?" Liao Hongjing seemed to have no intention of letting go of his youngest son.

"Fortunately, I always take my mother's words to heart and balance work with rest."

Liao Jingchen could hardly keep the smile on his face, so he returned to the topic, "It just so happened that the pairing plan with that junior student has come to an end. It's not difficult to coordinate the schedule."

"Yeah." Liao Hongjing nodded slowly.

Silence fell again, and Liao Jingchen felt like a light on his back, but he could not take the initiative to urge him. Excessive care and eagerness would expose his true purpose, and he could not discover his weaknesses.

A drop of blood hit the ground.

The chaotic footsteps were getting closer and closer, like a countdown to death. Jiang Rong wiped away the blood from her lips. Now she could almost see the faces of the players in the front row clearly.

"Woohoo~ What do you mean by catching a turtle in a urn!" A hearty laugh rang out arrogantly.

The situation was gradually becoming overwhelming. Jiang Rong's eyes trembled. Both his energy and brain power had been exhausted for a long time. Just thinking about countermeasures aroused a dull pain.

No...not yet...

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

The jagged mountain walls and scarred land do not respond to any weak prayer.

Jiang Rong was in a trance.

This desperate situation... when did it happen last time?

The screen rotated slowly, her eyes were blurred, and her memory went back to a long, long time ago, when she was beaten to death by a humanoid monster in the technical specialization trial copy.

Just like a young elephant still unable to break free from the rope on the wooden stake after growing up, Jiang Rong was still deeply impressed by the horrific scene even after he left the ranks of the newbies.

At that time, she was seriously injured and fell to the ground. She was so angry that she couldn't even cry out in pain or sob. She could only let her tears flow silently, and looked desperately and blankly at the monster as strong as a hill approaching with weapons in hand.

Then? Then there was a ray of white light, and "Jingchen" fell from the sky like a god. The swinging hem of his clothes brought an 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 wake up.

She lowered her head, then turned her head, and saw the wolves that had just died under the rain of arrows and had reappeared.

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

- Several arrows skillfully penetrated the ground very close to the front paws of the wild wolf, instantly startling the beasts.

"Really?" Liao Jingchen's heart skipped a beat, and his tone was suddenly filled with surprise. His eyes tightened immediately, and his vigilance quickly covered his joy, and then he turned back to his usual gentleness.

-Jiang Rong jumped up to dodge, and the wolves rushed into the formation of the players on the opposite side. The situation was chaotic for a while.

"..." Liao Hongjing remained silent and took a deep look at his youngest son.

- Two wolf-shaped monsters that were gnawing around "Jingchen" were shot by Jiang Rong. She huddled next to him, but only had time to take a breath before she raised her head to observe the enemy's situation again, taking advantage of their distraction to deal with the wild monsters. , make up for the damage in time.

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

—The group of wolves was killed by the players in anger. This anger was seamlessly transferred to Jiang Rong, and the fierce battle resumed.

"Go." Liao Hongjing finally relented.

-boom! Jiang Rong was knocked away and hit the mountain wall hard, sliding down in a funny and embarrassing manner with large blood stains.

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

- "Hey, this little girl must have been dazzled by the devil!" The strong swordsman spat, deliberately holding the long knife upside down, and hammered Jiang Rong's back with the handle.

Liao Jingchen left his seat unhurriedly, said good night to Liao Hongjing and the housekeeper, then turned around naturally, as if he had solved an ordinary 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. The dying little animal suddenly broke free from the restraint, and the Tang knife was sluggishly swung in the air. .

Liao Jingchen stepped onto the stairs, one step after another.

- "Why bother? Just stay here and spare your life, do you understand?" The tall guys half surrounded Jiang Rong and "Jingchen" behind her, laughing and watching her twisting and turning with the Tang sword. Go, too tired to maintain the most basic balance.

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

- "Oh, my aunt, please let me beg you, you...fuck you!" Jiang Rong put on the best disguise during the endangered performance. Jiang Rong, who had secretly accumulated strength, suddenly rushed forward, and the sword light took away two strong players who had lowered their guard. .

There was no one in the temporary entertainment room. Liao Jingchen couldn't find time to thank Qi Wan and Chen Yina, the party hosts, for their thoughtfulness. He rushed into the room in twos and twos and knocked open the door of the private movie room.

"Kill her!"

"The wolf has sprung out again, be careful not to let her do that trick again!"

When the first ray of sunlight fell, the smell of blood spread throughout the valley, and the sound of fighting was loud. Jiang Rong, with messy hair, stared at her eyes and pursed her lips tightly, like an office worker who had stayed up too late, with his heart beating rapidly. The eardrums were buzzing, and overdraft was regarded as the only buff. It was like a madman, desperately squeezing out the last bit of energy and vitality from himself.

Putting all tactics behind, Jiang Rong was like a cub that relied entirely on intuition, rushing in and taking a bite whenever he had the chance.

One more cut is one!

One more person can be killed!

- Liao Jingchen's eyes fell on the seat at the back. The gaming glasses that had not turned into bracelets told everything. He stumbled and rushed over.

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

No matter how cute his face is, nothing can compare to Jiang Rong's cockroach-like demeanor. He can't even kill him, but he can't even fight him, and he still insists on haunting him. He has lost several teammates in a row, which makes the leading player more and more impatient. Compared to sleeping, The Demon King, he just wanted to kill this annoying little thing first.

Is it necessary to fight like this? Why can't you just wait for death? !

Clang!

The collision of cold weapons made a distinct metallic sound, and both long blades trembled.

-Liao Jingchen grabbed the gaming glasses, and almost let them slip off due to trembling fingers. He grabbed two handfuls in a row before putting them on in embarrassment.

The blades of the knives were intertwined, and their eyes were facing each other. Jiang Rong's fierce gaze made it difficult for the leader to look directly at him. This kind of look was extremely inconsistent in the big eyes that were used to act cute, and it was unreasonable and unreasonable to make people panic.

"…roll!"

With a mix of guilt and boredom, the leader kicked Jiang Rong down.

[Iris data detected...]

A **** hand grabbed the leader's trousers.

[Identification in progress...]

"It's over!" The short boots kicked away the palms covered with dust and blood.

[It has been detected that your account is online and we are checking for game abnormalities...]

The other hand quietly reached for the Tang Dao that Jiang Rong held tightly in his right hand.

[Troubleshooting completed, verifying login status...]

Jiang Rong pushed up his upper body nervously and turned from lying down to kneeling.

[Synchronizing game data...]

The trembling thighs and calves were desperately raised at a right angle, and they knelt on both knees instead of kneeling on one knee.

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

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

[Reconnection progress: 56%...]

The blood-stained calf stepped down hard, raised the other leg, knelt on one knee and stood up.

[Reconnection progress: 88%...]

You can still...continue...kill!

[Reconnection successful, welcome back to the world of the soul! 】

A pair of eyes suddenly opened under the broken face of the beast's bones. In an instant, there was a switch between stillness and movement. The purple-black clothes moved rapidly and made a mighty sound.

Putting one hand on Jiang Rong's shoulder, the other hand reached to her waist and took out the revolver.

Legendary equipment can only be shared between master and apprentice.

Jiang Rong was stunned. She was still holding the Tang Dao in both hands and looking forward. This hug from behind was so sudden, yet destined.

This moment was short and long. Several round projectiles were thrown out in an arc, showing streaks of light along with the gun body. Immediately, there was a gunshot.

Purple-red explosions soared into the sky, completely illuminating the valley. Smoke and dust filled the air, and the flames raged. Neither the wolves nor the players uttered a single whimper. The heavy figures instantly shattered into points of light and disappeared in the sea of ​​fire.

Jiang Rong stared blankly at the wall of fire in front of him for a long time. With a "clang" sound, the Tang Dao that seemed to have grown on his hand suddenly detached and fell to the ground.

Jiang Rong also fell down with him.

She collapsed on the ruin-like ground, and the tall black goat also knelt down, with two arms wrapping around her from behind.

Liao Jingchen has a lot to say.

He wanted to complete the sentence before he was disconnected and asked her, "Why are you back?" He also wanted to follow his truest emotions and turn his extreme fear into anger, asking her, "Why are you disobedient?"

But now he just wanted to see her.

The goat mask disappeared softly, revealing "Jing Chen"'s face. With a gentle pull of his right hand on his narrow shoulder, "Rong Rong" turned his face.

Her face is still soft and chubby, with a little baby fat on her cheeks, and her gray-headed look is just right for tears. Just a cry of grievance and coquettishness can make people's hearts tremble, and they wish they could have the whole world in her hands. superior.

She did cry.

It just didn't make any sound.

A tear, just one drop, fell from Jiang Rong's eye, streaking across his dusty and blood-stained cheek.

She was crying, but her expression was unlike anything Liao Jingchen had ever seen. At this moment, what appeared on that face that could always be described as cute was a tough expression that could be called indifferent.

Tough, resolute, unyielding, with a burning gaze.

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

The long-suppressed emotions shrank to the extreme in this moment, and then they were overwhelmed and burst bloody. Liao Jingchen grabbed Jiang Rong's waist with a "swish" and pulled her into his arms with a force that could be described as brutal.

He leaned over and lowered his head, and there was nothing left in his always shrewd mind. He only knew that if he wanted to express all the unfinished words that were surging in his chest at this time, then the only way to express it was a kiss. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

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

Snap.

The gaming glasses were caught off guard and automatically transformed back into a bracelet shape, falling off the holder's face in the process.

Liao Jingchen was shocked as if he had been electrocuted. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch the fallen object. He was stunned for two seconds before realizing what happened.

He raised the bracelet and watched its indicator light flash again and again before finally extinguishing it.

…out of battery.

Another unexpected incident forcibly brought back Liao Jingchen's sanity. There were no words that could accurately describe his mood at this moment.

absurd? Angry? Or apologetic? regret? Or is it shy? timid?

With a soft "pop", Liao Jingchen stretched out his hands to cover his entire face, and his violent trembling breathing sounded almost like crying.

The dark movie theater accommodated his unusually thin figure. After 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.