Online Game Gunfire Soul

In the afternoon, Mu Xiayang called Chang Feng into the office alone.

Chang Feng sat on the sofa carelessly: "What are you doing?"

Still wearing slippers!

Mu Xiayang took a deep breath and decided not to argue with Chang Feng over such trivial matters.

"What are your plans next?" Mu Xiayang asked.

Chang Feng blinked: "...What are your plans?"

"After you clear your name, what are your plans for your life and future?"

...So why are we suddenly discussing such a huge issue?!

"This..." Chang Feng thought seriously with his mouth half open, and then showed a longing expression: "What else can I plan to do? Play the game well, save some money for a down payment, and then marry Xuexue.

Live your life.”

"As for ks and esr, to be honest, I don't have much hope anymore. I will be very satisfied if I can hold Xuexue every day."

"I don't have high hopes..." Mu Xiayang stood up, put his mobile phone in front of Chang Feng, and clicked on the screen.

Chang Feng followed his finger and looked at the screen, raising his eyebrows.

It's the news at noon, Liu Yue'e was in a car accident.

"Do you really not have high hopes, or is there some other reason?" Mu Xiayang said this in a very low voice, pointing towards the clouds when the rainstorm was about to come.

Chang Feng rubbed his chin and said nothing for a while.

Mu Xiayang pointed at Chang Feng and was about to speak. Then he looked back at the office door and then continued to speak in a lowered voice, "How dare you say that you want to live an honest life? How dare you say that this has nothing to do with you?"

Does it have anything to do with it?!"

"What does it have to do with me?" Chang Feng spread his hands, "A drunk driver accidentally hit someone, and the person he hit happened to be my enemy, so it must have something to do with me?"

"...You have such a tough mouth."

Mu Xiayang took a deep breath and didn't know what to say.

He walked back and forth a few steps in front of Chang Feng, then threw himself on the office chair: "Does she really... deserve to die?"

After hearing this, the expression on Chang Feng's face froze instantly. After a while, he stood up and walked to Mu Xiayang's table, holding the table with both hands.

"Do you think they just let me go to jail for five years?"

"Do you know?" Chang Feng's voice sounded steady.

"At first they thought I would be like Lianshan and couldn't help but commit suicide."

Mu Xiayang was stunned when he heard this.

Then Chang Feng straightened up and lifted up his clothes.

There was a triangular wound on his flank. He pointed at the wound and said, "Here, it was stabbed with a paper knife."

Then on the lower part of the back, a scar poked out slightly: "Here, I don't know what hit me behind."

Finally, he picked up Mu Xiayang's hand and put it on the top of his head. There was an obvious depression there, "Here, a small piece of stone almost pierced my skull."

Mu Xiayang sat blankly in his seat. He looked at Chang Feng, as if he had seen Chang Feng when he pointed at Liu Yue'e with broken glass a few months ago.

Cruel, vicious, extreme, and willing to do anything.

He thought Tian Yixue could cure Chang Feng like this, but now it seems that maybe he was naive.

Chang Feng's acting skills are very good.

Because if his acting skills were not good, how could he come out alive?

"So why let her live?"

"It's just good luck that I came out alive." Chang Feng took a deep breath, and the viciousness on his face gradually disappeared, and he returned to his usual lazy appearance. He retreated to the sofa with his legs crossed and a Coke hanging from his mouth.

Flavored lollipops.

"So if she dies, I feel good, very good."

Mu Xiayang took a deep breath.

"...I'm really afraid that you will become the kind of person who will do whatever it takes to achieve the goal, like the boss of KS and Lu Changqing. If this is true, one day we will part ways." He slumped down in his office chair.

Go up, murmured.

He put his hands into his hair and gradually tightened his fingers.

He didn't want his good friend and brother to have blood on his hands, and he was afraid that one day he would suddenly see the news of Chang Feng's arrest on TV.

Chang Feng just smiled at this, like a harmless big brother...uncle next door, he stood up and patted Mu Xiayang on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, your arrangement is still useful."

"At least now I know what attitude to use towards what kind of people."

"By the way, how's the investigation going on in Doujue Huanyu that I asked you to investigate?"

"...What are you going to do again?"

Chang Feng rolled his eyes at the wary-looking Mu Xiayang, then sat down on his desk and opened Mu Xiayang's drawer, and unceremoniously snatched away Mu Xiayang's hidden snacks.

"He is the holder of the Sun Stone. He should be a high-level player. He invited me to help him fight a boss tonight. The Sun Stone is the reward."

Mu Xiayang sighed and rubbed his face to make himself look less tired: "Hongmen Banquet?"

"should be."

Chang Feng stared at the blue whale salted duck in Mu Xiayang's drawer and was stunned, so Mu Xiayang came back to life like a chicken blood, and like a sloth guarding the food, he grabbed the remaining snacks and said: "I'll blanch you**

Leave some for me!”

"Do you need my help?"

"No need." Chang Feng spat out a sour plum core and accurately dropped it into Mu Xiayang's tea cup, causing Mu Xiayang to hammer it wildly.

"He didn't say which boss it was, or its address. It was probably just to prevent me from arranging manpower in advance."

"Get the hell out of here! If you let me enter my office again, I'll be like a dog!" Mu Xiayang was about to collapse.

Why would someone resort to spitting sour plum seeds into other people’s teacups to prove that they are normal?!

"You haven't told me the information yet!"

"I sent it to you on your cell phone. Get out and see for yourself."

Chang Feng smacked his lips and grabbed another pack of strange-flavored beans and two packs of chocolate before running out of his office with a smile as Mu Xiayang chased him.

Mu Xiayang cursed and put down the monitor in his hand without letting it break together with his office door.

Doujue Huanyu, the boss of Huanyu Studio. The so-called studio is the kind of studio that specializes in asking ordinary players to grind materials to earn money. There is not much power behind it. His studio is one of the few in the virtual online game industry that is relatively conscientious.

It is a studio, but it is the tallest among the shortest. The nature of the studio makes it impossible for the studio to be a good thing. It is no less common than other studios to bully novices by grabbing monsters and resource points.

His own strength is roughly equivalent to that of a second-rate professional player. He may have been stronger in previous years, but he is no longer at his peak due to his age. He has the habit of collecting various character cards, especially professional player character cards.

Therefore, if Chang Feng had directly approached Dujue Huanyu at that time, he would not have faced the situation where Hongfeng could only sell it for 500, and then was bought by a young lady at a high price, which only happens in novels.

"It's a bit tricky, but it's nothing to worry about." Chang Feng muttered.

Given the nature of the studio, nine out of ten of the subordinates of Arbitrary Huanyu are assembly line accounts with little training, so even if it was really the Hongmen Banquet set up by Huanyu tonight, Chang Feng would not be unable to go.

"It's fine if you don't have any background. I don't want to offend any big guys at this time." Chang Feng glanced at Tian Yixue who had just woken up from a nap, and took out the chocolate beans from Mu Xiayang from his pocket. Tian Yixue

As soon as his eyes lit up, he immediately picked up the snack and started chewing it like a hamster.

As expected of the foodie Mu Xiayang in Chang Feng's memory, the snacks he hid were all branded products, especially the chocolate, which was imported from Mauritius.

Chang Feng looked at the chocolate in Tian Yixue's hand and secretly swallowed.

Dark chocolate, it has a bitter taste and a slight sweetness. He also likes it. Isn't it good?

Perhaps seeing what Chang Feng was thinking, Tian Yixue handed the chocolate to Chang Feng.

But this is so boring.

Chang Feng raised his hand and held Tian Yixue's little head.

The imported chocolate is really delicious o(￣▽￣)d.

Chang Feng nodded with satisfaction, leaving Tian Yixue sitting alone in a chair, looking at the chocolate in her hand and wondering what she was thinking.

"I've really had enough of it."

Several members of the NSD club got up and walked out of the small meeting room, cursing.

Then Tian Yixue tapped Chang Feng's elbow.

"Huh?" Chang Feng turned around.

I saw Tian Yixue sticking out her tongue, with a piece of chocolate the size of a fingernail placed on the tip of her tongue, looking up at Chang Feng expectantly.

Chang Feng took a deep breath and felt his mind went blank.

Stop making trouble!

This is a public place, he can't force himself to comfort himself here!

Fortunately, Tian Yixue did not pursue it to the end. She swallowed the chocolate, rested her little head on Chang Feng's arm and looked at the paper filled with things in his hand: "What are you writing down?"

"... Various possibilities." Chang Feng replied, letting Tian Yixue look at his notebook.

The phone screen lit up, and Chang Feng picked up the phone. It was a special push of the latest posts.

#Rescue failed, Liu Yue’e passed away at 15:21 pm!#

Chang Feng smiled and closed his cell phone, and continued to write in his notebook - about the possible countermeasures and countermeasures adopted by Arbitrary World; the possible time and opportunity for the opponent to take action; the sorting out of the current difficult bosses and the environment that will appear when facing various bosses.

...

All the scripts for the night were in Chang Feng's own hands.

Next, it depends on how Doujue Huanyu will act.

Chang Feng is determined to get the Sun Stone.

[Author's digression]: I'm a little late from get off work today, sorry.