Legendary Reckless Online Game

Under the bright but not dazzling light, a man and a woman were sitting on the sofa, one holding a mobile phone and the other holding a horizontal table. The atmosphere seemed very harmonious, adding an extra touch of color to the already cozy cabin.

Song Zhan glanced at Qian Siwen's white and tender pink feet, and swallowed hard, thinking that most people really couldn't withstand this kind of test, and then continued: "Why don't I go back first, and you can rest early.

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Qian Siwen put his legs down, sat up straight, and said, "You just finished eating, why don't you take a rest?"

'If I take a rest for a while, I might be published in the Nancheng Morning News tomorrow.'

Song Zhan was thinking secretly in his heart, but on his face he smiled and shook his head: "No, this late at night will affect your rest. I heard that beauties must have beauty sleep."

Qian Siwen put down his cell phone and approached Song Zhan. Song Zhan could only lean back and finally leaned on the back of the sofa.

The summer in Nancheng has not passed yet. Although it is already late at night, there is still a trace of heat left in the living room.

Song Zhan was stared at by Qian Siwen, and sweat gradually broke out on his back.

"It's late at night and it's troublesome to run back and forth. Why don't you stay here with me? There's an empty room next door."

Qian Siwen murmured in a low voice, and Song Zhan could even smell a wisp of fragrance emanating from her body.

"Cough cough cough!"

He coughed hard, and then said: "Oh no, I may have caught a cold, so I'm going back first so I can't infect you."

Seeing Song Zhan leaving in a hurry, Qian Siwen didn't stop him. It wasn't until the door of the living room was closed with a "snap" that he smiled proudly.

"You can't escape from my clutches."

After leaving the apartment, Song Zhan calmed down the heat in his heart and shook his head with a wry smile as he was blown by the cool evening breeze.

Isn't this stupid woman afraid that a hot-blooded young man like me can't control myself and do something to her?

I looked back again and found that the light in the kitchen on the 11th floor was on, and a vague figure was waving its arms.

At the same time, Song Zhan's cell phone lit up, and it was a voice message from Qian Siwen.

"Master, please be safe on the road!"

The concern in his tone was very obvious. Song Zhan smiled, looked up at Qian Siwen by the window, and waved his hand under the streetlight.

Seeing Song Zhan's response, Qian Siwen waved his arm twice more, then put it down and watched Song Zhan drive out of the community.

When he got home, Song Zhan did nothing. He just lay on the bed and fell asleep.

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The next day, it was early in the morning.

Song Zhan finished his run and came to the breakfast shop he had chosen.

While waiting, he did not forget to send a greeting to Qian Siwen.

I didn't wait for Qian Siwen's reply, but I did wait for the xiaolongbao in the hands of the landlady.

After having a nice breakfast, Song started to drive to the swordsmanship hall to learn swordsmanship, and then returned home in the afternoon to continue online.

Time is fair to everyone, every day is dripping into the long river of time, without any sound or ripples.

More than half a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

In the empty and lonely desert, the lone moon hangs high and the stars disappear.

Under the night sky, a figure wearing black armor with red edges and holding a dark sword stood quietly.

Not far from him, a majestic player wearing an evil ghost mask, holding a gold-backed nine-ring sword, looked at him calmly.

"Brother, I don't think I know you."

The player holding the black sword raised his head and looked at the opponent and said, under the bright moonlight, the cold Shura mask was clearly visible, it was Song Zhan.

Song Zhan looked at the player wearing an evil ghost mask across from him with a solemn look in his eyes.

Just now, he had a fight with the opponent. Although it was just a small test, Song Zhan could feel that the opponent was not weak.

The most critical thing is that the other party took the initiative to attack him, but the system did not give a name prompt, which means that the other party must have a way to conceal his real name.

"Haha, I am a nobody, so of course I am not worthy of your recognition, but God Mo's name is well known to me."

Under the evil ghost mask, a calm and neutral voice came out.

"I am not very talented. I would like to learn from God Mo. I would like to ask God Mo for his advice."

He was talking about instructions, but the behavior of the evil ghost masked man was full of randomness.

As soon as he finished speaking, the golden-backed nine-ring sword in his hand had already been slashed out.

A ray of light golden sword energy struck Song Zhan's chest with great speed.

Turning the sword around to block the sword energy, Song Zhan stopped talking and the fighting energy in his body suddenly erupted.

If you want to fight, then fight!

There was an explosion, and Song Zhan's figure appeared in front of the evil ghost masked man, slashing down with the big sword in his hand.

"clang!"

Swords clashed, and the crisp sound of metal collision echoed in the endless desert.

"It's really stressful."

The calm voice of the evil masked man rang in Song Zhan's ears, and at the same time, the broadsword cut across Song Zhan's waist.

What a fast speed!

Surprise flashed across Song Zhan's eyes. The opponent's speed was too fast for his size.

Stomping on the ground and twisting his body, Song Zhan also swept his sword across, blocking the opponent's sword.

After another collision, the two men's offensive exploded in vain.

Countless sword lights and sword shadows surrounded the two of them, and the land, sand and stones around them were either swept by the sword energy or chopped away by the sword light.

After a moment, the sword in the evil ghost mask's hand suddenly disappeared. He clenched his hands into fists and rushed to two feet in front of Song Zhan, hitting Song Zhan's front door directly.

As the saying goes, every inch that is long is strong, and every inch that is short is dangerous.

Switching from a broadsword to two fists, he suddenly got closer. With just one move, the evil masked man already had the upper hand.

If this punch hits, Song Zhan will definitely fall into a passive position.

In response to this, Song Zhan did not dodge, the light flashed from his waist, the sword in his hand also disappeared, and then he raised his arm and clenched his fist.

The fists were clenched tightly, and the finger bones made a popping sound like beans being crushed. The palms of the hands seemed to be holding thunder and lightning. They came first and then exploded out with one punch.

Bang!

The fists covered with gauntlets collided, making a dull metal collision sound.

A wave of air mixed with lightning and golden light swept out from the center of both fists. The two forces continuously competed and collided with each other's fists. All the surrounding sand and dust were blown away by this wave of air.

As the dust surged, Song Zhan was the first to withdraw his fist, and then he punched the evil ghost masked man in the face with an even more violent punch.

Tooth for tooth!

The man in the ghost mask took two steps back. After dodging the punch, he kicked hard on the ground, shoveled up three inches of sand to forcefully stop himself, and then struck Song Zhan's fist with the same punch.

Boom!

There was a muffled sound that was even louder than before, and the evil ghost masked man stepped back three steps in a row. Song Zhan only took one step back, then stabilized his body and made a decision!

"Mo Shen is really powerful. Not only is he strong in weapons, he is also not weak in hand-to-hand combat!"

The man in the evil ghost mask had both fists on his back, his body poking into the ground like a javelin, and there seemed to be a slight fluctuation in his voice.

"Haha, you're not bad either."

Song Zhan showed a smile under his visor and responded in a subtle tone.