Sweeping both worlds: Starting from idealistic martial arts

Chapter 234 Interrogation of Players
As she spoke, Liu Qingmeng's petite body changed to a comfortable lying position.

Resting her head lazily on Fang Can's thigh, she raised her eyelashes slightly, feeling the comfort of this first furnace.

It is warm in winter and cool in summer, and just sticking it on can slowly repair the damage to the body.

If you carry it as a pillow every day, it can prolong your life and keep you youthful even if you do nothing with it.

Looking at his disciple who was looking at him eagerly, Liu Qingmeng suddenly felt kind and said:

"What do you think? Don't you like him? Now that he is unconscious, you can play with him as you like."

To show his seduction, Liu Qingmeng patted Fang Can's chest lightly, making crisp thumping sounds.

"Master, you can't do this." Jiang Ning'an hesitated for a moment before speaking firmly, "It's all about emotion and courtesy. This kind of thing should be..."

Halfway through the conversation, Liu Qingmeng grabbed Fang Can's collar and pulled it hard, revealing his fair and delicate skin: "How about it, do you want to be shy? Do you want to be shy?"

"I won't mess around with Master anymore." Jiang Ning'an turned his head away in panic.

But at this moment my mind has been disturbed and it is difficult to concentrate. I can only sit cross-legged on the ground, looking at my nose with my eyes and my heart with my nose, and start trying to meditate.

"You bastard, get ready to help Fang Can from behind..." Liu Qingmeng snorted in her heart, and her body froze.

Because the warm palm has gently covered his small face: "Senior, what are you doing?"

Gently smoothing out the somewhat messy clothes, Fang Can grabbed the slender waist with both hands as if he was holding a large doll, picked it up, and put it aside.

"Aren't you practicing?" Being treated like a child, Liu Qingmeng said angrily, "Why don't you practice after less than an hour?"

"I feel like someone is talking about me." Fang Can said honestly.

As soon as he finished speaking, the phone on the coffee table in front of him rang.

Fang Can picked up the phone in front of him casually. Just as he answered it, he heard Ji Donglai's serious voice on the other end: "There is something I may need you to handle."

"Another orientation?"

"No, but it is somewhat related. Our world has been invaded by players, and there are many..."

On the phone, Ji Donglai talked a lot, and all sorts of things like players, another world, etc. came up.

Fang Can was nonchalant at first, but became more and more serious the more he listened. There was actually such a thing.

"So why did you call me?" Fang Can asked.

"It's just that those players are not cooperating well now, so we want you to take action to clean them up. After all, your ability is more suitable." Ji Donglai said lightly.

"Okay, I'll go take a look and tell me the location." Fang Can nodded.

After hanging up the phone, he looked at the two people who were staring at him and said, "I have to go out for a while. I have something small to deal with."

"By the way, regarding the players' matter, I will inform Dayan after I return."

"After all, with 5000 million players pouring in, if we are not prepared, we might be caught off guard."

Fang Can instructed the two of them and planned to let Jiang Ning'an tell Liu Qingmeng's true form after returning.

When the time comes, Liu Qingmeng will take action and use his prestige as a fourth-level player to make arrangements in advance, so as to avoid being rushed in by 5000 million players who are leveling up by killing monsters, causing a river of blood.

After careful instructions, Fang Can stood up and prepared to leave, but was stopped by a gentle voice behind him.

"Fang Can." Jiang Ning'an's pale face turned slightly red, and he whispered in Liu Qingmeng's shocked eyes:
"Tonight...if you have time, take me to the nearby market. I want to get familiar with the surrounding environment."

"The victim... the victim has risen! Is this still my disciple?" Liu Qingmeng looked horrified.

But the girl who had asked for a date had already lowered her slender white neck in shame, and subconsciously clenched her hands tightly. If it weren't for the sense of crisis that her master had brought to her, she didn't know how long this active invitation would have been delayed.

"Of course no problem, I'll take you to see it then." Fang Can smiled coquettishly, made the promise and disappeared into the house.

Flying freely in the air, it flew towards City D according to the location sent by Ji Donglai. All the captured players were currently detained there.

……

In the prison of City D, the Blood Hands Maniac had shackles on his feet, his whole body was limp and he couldn't lift a finger, and he was locked to a steel chair.

Behind him, there was a jar filled with several liters of concentrated anesthetic, which was continuously injected into his body like an IV drip.

If his upgraded body had not been strong enough, he would have been killed by the poison long ago.

'Damn it, this game can only create one account, and even if you die you can't delete the game and start over, so I'm stuck.'

The Blood Hand Butcher cursed inwardly, but he was not too worried about his situation. After all, it did not pose a threat to his real body.

While he was thinking, a prison guard came in, put his body on the wheelchair, and pushed it out.

"Hey, what do you want to do? Didn't you hear what I said before? If you don't cooperate with us players, you'll be killed when we get up."

Along the way, the Bloody Hand Butcher was still shouting, but the prison guards ignored him and silently pushed his anesthetized body to the interrogation room.

On the way to the interrogation room, Bloody Hand Butcher discovered many players who were being escorted like him.

Apart from anything else, the golden IDs above their heads directly exposed their identities, most of whom were acquaintances in the game blogger's chat group.

These people were directly controlled by each other. They no longer spoke while looking at each other, but directly exited the game and exchanged information in reality.

After finishing the conversation and entering the game, he looked at this group of ignorant prison guards with a mocking look on his face.

In such a strange silence, dozens of male and female game bloggers were pushed into the interrogation room.

Inside, a handsome young man with white hair and red eyes was sitting quietly on a chair, staring calmly at every player who came in.

The golden light on his head: [Fang Can·One Turn]

"It turns out that this NPC has changed his job!"

'This guy has appeared in CG!'

'He's even more handsome than my model! '

……

As the players were watching, the Blood Hand Devil spoke first:

"You should be the one negotiating on behalf of those superpowered people. You should have considered my deal. Anyway, you superpowered people don't care about civilians. It's reasonable for you to contribute millions of people to us every year."

Facing his words, Fang Can raised his head slightly and said indifferently: "Did I allow you to speak?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the jaw bones of the Blood Hand Demon, who had been speaking fluently just now, were instantly twisted into powder by the force field, and his appearance looked extremely miserable.

But even though his jaw was shattered, this bloody hand demon still looked calm and said:

"It's useless. I'm a player. I've completely blocked my sense of pain. Even if you kill me, I can be resurrected unharmed."

Looking at the other person's appearance at the moment, Fang Can said calmly: "You are right, but I am a person with supernatural powers of luck."

(End of this chapter)