Am I doing something wrong while playing games in another world?

A demon warrior without any restraint is undoubtedly crazy and terrifying.

Because they are not soldiers.

Soldiers trained through grueling training and actual combat are essentially war machines, but qualified concept propaganda and implementation will make the cold machine feel a little more tender and less pure.

It seems that the function of war weapons has been weakened, but it does not mean that the power of soldiers has been suppressed.

The collision of guns and roses will undoubtedly have a greater chance of making the army explode with stronger power, because no one is a pure machine, and the benefits of exerting subjective initiative are obvious.

The demon warrior system was born too early. From chaos to order, it takes time to temper. The demon clan did not give humans time and gently threw out the card of the demon warrior. Not only did it dig out half of the foundation of the demon warrior,

It also pushed the beggar army in an unfavorable direction.

"These people are really going too far." He Qin shook his head. The indignation and loss on his face were hard to express, and his expression was very complicated. "I never thought before that outsiders looked at the begging army like this. I don't know.

Why, it’s not worth it for him anymore.”

"He" naturally refers to He Jingchi. When He Qin saw those comments on the Internet, for some reason, he always heard that his father was sitting silently on the master's seat of the negative sword gate hall, with an indifferent expression on his face.

The strong depression made him suffocate.

Instead, Le Xingye patted his shoulder and comforted him: "You, don't think too much. Jingchi is a man who can stand the test. When he wielded the butcher knife, he was already prepared to die at the hands of the demon clan.

Ready, he doesn't even bother to leave this kind of message."

"I hope~" He Qin shook her head and did not argue.

Public opinion is like a knife, and the knife can really hurt. Even a veteran who has experienced hundreds of battles does not mean he can bear the weight of public opinion.

Le Xingye spread his hands and saw He Qin's helplessness. In fact, he also felt in his heart that He Jingchi, that fool, might not be feeling so well.

But he couldn't find a solution for a while.

Just open your mouth to spread rumors and you will lose your legs if you refute them, not to mention that others may not be willing to look at the evidence you have worked so hard to find. There are always some people who like to pretend to be deaf and dumb. After all, the world is much crueler than you think.

He looked out the window. The sky was covered with dark clouds, so even in the early morning, the sunshine was not very bright. He suddenly said: "He Qin, do you know why I look forward to strength so much?"

He Qin said calmly: "There are thousands of reasons to become stronger, or there may be no reasons. You don't have to find a reason to do many things yourself."

"Yeah, you don't necessarily need a reason~" The shirtless Le Xingye turned his back to He Qin, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

The torn earth, the disintegrated buildings, the sudden sense of weightlessness, the smell of sulfur after the asthenospheric ejection, and the endless cries of the casualties. When you are immersed in the scene, you will eventually understand that the weak are the ones who

How powerless.

The room suddenly became quiet, and the atmosphere was a little strange.

He Qinye, who was thinking about other things, didn't think about it that much and was confused. After all, the two of them were thinking about different things and it was difficult to resonate.

Le Xingye suddenly sighed: "He Qin, has anyone ever told you that you are good at cold scenes?"

He Qin didn't answer silently.

Le Xingye walked to the bathroom door, opened the door, and said softly:

"Power may have many shortcomings, but it is undeniable that as long as you have enough power, you have the opportunity to control enough power. In this way, when others want to talk to you, you can choose to communicate normally, or you can

The mouths of those who spread rumors will be smashed."

After saying that, he closed the bathroom door.

Le Xingye wore her hair tie loose, her long hair flowing down, and looked at herself in the mirror with black and white hair.

The self in the mirror looked a little haggard, with a trace of confusion in his eyes, like a lost lamb, full of fear for the future.

"Do~Host, cheer up and take a bath to calm down."

The place where Le Xingye and He Qin live is a property settled by Daomeng in Shanheguan. For people who are direct descendants of Daomeng, the price is relatively affordable and the price-performance ratio is extremely high.

The room, which is comparable to a presidential suite, is also equipped with a bathtub.

Passing through the bathroom door and bypassing an opaque screen, a wave of heat hits the floor...

Le Xingye took off his trousers and hung them on the screen.

With a gentle "plop" sound, he stepped into the bathtub with his legs, slowly sat down, and lazily immersed himself in the warm water.

The diffuse fog made it difficult for him to see clearly. He leaned on the edge of the bath and sneered. Perhaps the influx of memories made him a little tired.

He, who has always been a salty man, wanted to scold He Qin angrily and tell him that there is not much time left for the Negative Sword Gate. If you don't want to see your father die in the mountain gate civil war, then cheer up and work hard to overcome all tragedies.

turn down.

No matter how bleak the ending of the Negative Sword Sect was in history, at least, please let him and them get a more perfect ending in this copy.

Rather than like myself——

He slowly sank his head under the water. The pain caused by not being able to breathe was not even as uncomfortable as the dull pain in his heart.

There is still a chance to create a harmonious ending together. As long as he keeps working hard, he does not believe that the corrective power of the world can delete what could have been a perfect ending time and time again.

There is still a chance for Negative Sword Sect, and there is still a chance for He Qin, even if this opportunity is only in the dungeon.

But……

Sinking into the water, feeling the pain of suffocation, the hazy voice, and closing his eyes, Le Xingye felt as if he was isolated from the outside world.

The loneliness sinking into the water lingers here.

Relatives, friends, admired people...their faces have become a little blurry. Those who are not so familiar have blurry faces that Le Xingye can hardly see clearly.

A silent fear spread in his heart.

He Qin, do you know that as you are still in this dungeon, even if there are many obstacles, you still have the opportunity to change the future.

But ah, but ah~

Le Xingye felt a little moist in his closed eyes, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether it was tears or hot water in the bath.

Although I remind myself time and time again that as long as I get through this game, the Dome Star will definitely come back and everything will be fine. All the sadness will turn into sweet fruits at the moment when the past is rewritten.

All the bitterness will be worth it.

But, is it really that simple?

Feeling that his brain was starting to faint, Le Xingye slowly stood up, walked to the shallow water and sat down.

It's just a copy, but he has encountered such difficult obstacles. When he wants to pull his world out of the river of time, how many variables and enemies will he encounter? Can he really achieve his goal?

"Do~Host, are you crying?"

"It's nothing, it's just pool water." Le Xingye scratched his wet hair, and the pool water crossed his face. His eyes seemed to have been soaked in water, and they looked a little red.

"Do~ No matter what, be strong, this is the only thing we can do. If we don't choose to be strong, then the possibility as slim as the light of a star in the night sky will fall from our fingers.

time passed"

"Maybe~" Le Xingye smiled bitterly, his expression a bit decadent.

He knew that he did not suddenly become so fragile.

The fragility of adults is the accumulation of countless seemingly inconspicuous pressures, coupled with the pain caused by a heart-piercing blow, detonating a torrent.

"Do~Host, why don't you go for a walk outside, find a ragged young lady, and talk to each other all night long, maybe you will feel better."

"It's not necessary." Le Xingye took a deep breath, with a hint of indifference on his red face, "I will work hard, no matter what the cost, I will..."

"... Machine Kai 32331 will accompany you on this journey, so please believe in yourself and 32331 who believes in you."

Le Xingye was stunned for a moment, and there was a little more warmth in his eyes: "No matter what, thank you."

"Do~ The host is energetic, let's work hard together"

"good……"

—In the endless void—

Master Zhang glanced at the mysterious man sitting on the throne, watching from Le Xingye's perspective, and sneered after a moment:

"I originally thought you didn't care, but I didn't expect that you would be unwilling to accept it?

Is this kid the one you have chosen? This weird kid, who is as good as a natural-born calamity warrior, is indeed very suitable to be thrown into the old era as a nail, even if it is just a fragment of the old era that has been shattered!"

The mysterious man's tone was a little low. Looking at the pitiful expression of the young man named "Le Xingye" on the illusory light screen in the void, he suddenly laughed:

“I can’t find the Calamity Martial Body, but I’m really lucky to find a kid who’s even more evil than the Calamity Martial Body.

As for unwillingness, don't tell me that you are willing. If you are really willing to interfere with the old era, you and I are complicit. For so many years, Master Zhang, you have lived so much like a perfect person that I have always been very fond of you.

worried--

But I really never thought that you would actually choose to take action after discovering that almost imperceptible glimmer.

It’s been 433 years, but it’s not easy to see a little bit of humanity in you!”

The mysterious man looked at Le Xingye, whose eyes gradually became firmer in the light curtain, and sighed:

"Will disaster always slow him down? Such variables are indeed the best anchor point. The people in the Red River Valley are also secretly helping. Between the influence between illusion and reality, I don't believe it. This fate,

It’s really impossible to disobey!”

The mysterious man's gritted teeth expression made Master Zhang slightly raise his eyebrows. He was not surprised that he paid more attention to the child named "Le Xingye".

After all, this kid is very similar to the kid Le Xingye. The same experiences always make it easier for people to empathize. Even if the mysterious man is already a god-like person, he can still understand it.

But it seems that the mysterious man has more expectations for the child than imagined. Being paid attention to by a god-like person has both good and bad consequences, but no matter what, the kid who has entered the vortex has the support of the mysterious man.

Maybe we will actually take a different path.

A road different from theirs, full of laughter and laughter.

Palm Master stirred the mist in front of him with his fingers, and a similar light curtain slowly unfolded. His sight was not fixed on Le Xingye, but crossed the dim time and fixed on a picture full of dark tones.

superior.

In that picture, young He Jingchi held the lifeless Chen Tianxing, as if holding a treasure, and placed him in the coffin.

Chen Tianxing, who looked rosy and almost the same as when he was alive, seemed to be asleep in the coffin.

It's like a lifetime ago.

On the light screen, He Jingchi slowly pushed the coffin board up. When he raised his head again, there seemed to be a flame burning in his eyes.

Master Zhang knew that from this day on, this very outstanding junior buried everything about himself here, and only relied on the flame of revenge to drive his body:

"Manpower is exhausted and it is difficult to defeat gods and ghosts. What's more, what you are facing is a more terrifying existence than gods and ghosts. No one blames you. You have really done a good job."

He seemed to want to reach out and touch the closed coffin, but the light curtain suddenly distorted. Black mist spewed out and swirled around the light curtain. A pair of bloodshot eyes slowly opened:

"Master Zhang, don't ruin the overall situation we have worked hard to lay out and maintain the anchor point of the Fourth Air and Land just because of a momentary flutter. We are already very tired and cannot withstand more twists and turns."

Master Palm retracted his hand with a smile, no trace of sadness on his face. His powerful voice was filled with an overwhelming sense of oppression when he pronounced it in a low voice. He is the one that countless people have seen in their memories.

The most of him.

Proud, full of intimidation, seemingly fearless in everything, and most importantly, powerful.

The mysterious man also chuckled: "He is a father. He just wants to see his child. You are too involved. This game has been going on for hundreds of years and will continue to go on. I don't believe it. 7

The dragnet composed of several divine systems cannot catch this great era."

The one-eyed eye looked at the few people coldly: "My sadness is even greater than yours. The cold wind in Hades cannot compare to the pain caused by the buried past, but if it doesn't work, it won't work!

What we are facing is the most unreasonable existence since the birth of the multiverse. Any slight mistake will become a breakthrough for him to tear us apart. I would rather wait a hundred thousand years more than allow anyone to break the one we have created without authorization.

Great situation.

Even if it’s you——”

Those eyes looked at Master Zhang. God knows how one eyeball can express complex expressions.

His voice also deepened: "Even if it's you, my only friend."

Master Zhang shook his head at the mysterious man, then stretched out his hand and pushed the eyeball into the light screen: "Okay, Osiris, I haven't lost my mind, I just miss that child a little."

"I hope it is as you say, my friend."

The voice of the being named Osiris slowly disappeared, and everything seemed as if nothing had happened.

The mysterious man looked at that scene with a slightly silent expression. Who would have known that this perfect man, who is said to capture the sky with one hand and wants to be equal to the sky, would show such a hesitant look?

After all, the god-like person is just a father.