Quick time travel villain professional

Yinchuan, Mainland: How about the holographic experience?

Zuiyu Tingyue (Song Qingcheng): Very realistic and exciting.

An An Ying Xiang (Xie Xin): Not only is it very exciting, it is simply so exciting, let's play first, first serve, wait for me to become a master and take you flying!

Deep Sea Butterfly (Chen Ziyu): Plain.

Tiangang Huoyun: Darkness Yingxiang, you can be pissed off. We didn’t buy it. I just saw the news that Nitian will go on sale at [-] pm today. You guys are a day ahead of us. I don’t think I’ll level up .

Lemon is not cute (Lu Keran): Huoyun, remember to take me with you, I'm in the elves.

Tiangang Huoyun: I don't choose the elves, they are all played by girls, and the demons are my favorite!

Song Qingcheng stared at the private message.

Mainland Yinchuan: Which district are you in?

"human race"

Mainland Yinchuan: Yes!

Song Qingcheng didn't know what to say, did the Great God despise her or laugh at her?How should she answer?Could it be that at that time she felt that the human race was more normal?

After eating the sumptuous dinner brought by Xie Xin's nanny, and after washing up, several people couldn't wait to go online.

As soon as Song Qingcheng went online, he heard a system prompt to add friends in Yinchuan, mainland China, did he pass?

Song Qingcheng was taken aback, the Great God wants to add her?Then he reacted and clicked agree.

Just after passing, a sentence popped up on the bare board, "Where are you?"

Song Qingcheng looked at it speechlessly. Where can she be if she has passed the request? Of course it is in the game. Also, she remembers that the hologram has a voice function, it is the voice of face-to-face conversation, just like real life .

"In the game." The Great Master is the Great Master, but it's different. If he can type, he will never speak. Song Qingcheng silently replied four words on the bare board.

It took about 2 minutes for the other party to reply with two words, "Wait."

wait?What are you waiting for?Just when Song Qingcheng didn't understand it, he felt that someone patted his shoulder. Song Qingcheng had to admire the Warring States Group. The development of this game is the welfare of all players. Even a small shoulder pat can let People feel that they are in the scene, if it is not for the existence of the lights of various colors and a series of light panel attributes, she would think that she has traveled through.

As soon as Song Qingcheng turned his head, he saw a man in a men's novice suit. Song Qingcheng was frightened by the four words on the top of his head, Yinchuan, the mainland, it was him.

Song Qingcheng looked at this man. His face had rigid lines and his body proportions were even. He couldn't hide his heroic spirit even though he was wearing a cotton novice outfit. Although this is a game, the character image can be slightly modified, but it is still up to him. The modification based on the image should not be modified too much, that is to say, if the foundation is not good, no matter how much it is modified, it will not help.

Looking at this man, it was the first time for Song Qingcheng to see the "true face of Mount Lu" in Yinchuan, mainland China. Even in the game, being able to see his current image is enough to show that his image in reality will not be much worse.

"Great God?" Song Qingcheng shouted uncertainly.

"Yeah." Dalu Yinchuan's voice is also very magnetic. Song Qingcheng remembers that the voice is also filtered by his own voice, which fits the original voice very well. That is to say, at this age, this appearance, this voice is almost real. huh?She never thought that the mysterious master in her imagination would be so young and handsome!

"Just call me Yinchuan." Dalu Yinchuan said.

"Yes, then I won't be polite, Yinchuan." Song Qingcheng nodded happily. Anyway, the game is also a game, so it's better to stay in reality and enjoy it with so much politeness.

In a villa in real life.

"Master, are you laughing? What kind of dream did you have?" The two servants looked curiously at the "sleeping" man sitting on the sofa through the crack of the door.