Binding luck: I am immortal in the reincarnation game

"Okay." Zhao Zheng put down his pen and went to the room next door where Lin Yu used to be.

The interior of this room is basically the same as that of my own. The only difference is that the curtains are half broken and cannot be fully drawn, allowing the moonlight to shine in.

Lin Yu is really troublesome, can't sleep with a little moonlight?

Zhao Zheng looked like it was getting late, and was about to turn on the lamp and go to sleep.

But at this moment, he suddenly heard someone calling him.

"Zhao Zheng."

This sound was very subtle, but extremely clear, as if calling him softly in his ear.

"Who is it?" Zhao Zheng became vigilant.

"Don't worry, I'm not around you, I'm a friend of your father's Yiren, and I talk to you through special means.

The purpose of talking to you this time is to tell you that there is no safe place in the city of Handan. Come outside the city as soon as possible and call Lu Lao outside the city to find me. "

"My father? A stranger? Who are you?" Zhao Zheng asked, but there was no reply, and the voice never sounded again.

"This should be an illusion. After all, people always have such illusions in their lives." Zhao Zheng muttered to himself, blew out the lamp, and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, he heard a familiar voice again, as if he had heard it recently.

"Tick!"

"Tick!"

"Tick!"

He felt a little uncomfortable in his heart and got up from the bed.

The sound seemed to be coming from the room next door that belonged to him.

Zhao Zheng opened the door and went out, only to find that the door of the next room was not closed.

He knocked lightly on the door, "Lin Yu."

No one responded, only the ticking sound.

"Lin Yu?" He walked in.

Under the dim moonlight reflected by the door, Zhao Zheng saw Lin Yu lying on the bed with a dagger stuck in his chest, blood dripping slowly along the corner of the bed——

"So, you have changed rooms!" The housekeeper's voice suddenly came from behind.

His back was impaled and he fell—

......

"I heard that there will be another fight."

"Oh, the neighbor next door is not very peaceful recently."

Chapter 148

"defeat!" Jiang Mufan looked at the exploding crystal on the phone screen, and slowly tapped to continue.

Looking at his 10-1-9 loser mvp, he could only sigh. He has lost [-] consecutive games today, and he doesn't know what happened to Tianmei's matchmaking mechanism.

When he clicked on the data page, he found that the mvp on the opposite side hadn't quit yet, and even gave him a thumbs up.

"Brother, you played well, but unfortunately, the micro-control is a bit worse. Hahaha."

However, if the opposite side can see that he is not using his hands, he may not be so proud.

Within a few weeks of this new season, he scored a peak of 2200 points early.

After playing many crushing rounds, Jiang Mufan felt that it was really meaningless.

In the end, I suddenly thought of some jokes circulating on the Internet, why open your eyes, put your feet down, and start using your hands.

Then try hitting with your feet?

Hence today's [-]-game losing streak.

Jiang Mufan didn't respond. He glanced at the QQ window in the background, and the font under the portrait of Wanxia was still Do Not Disturb.

Today, I'm afraid there will be no reply.

Switch back to the interface of the king, and the man on the opposite side is still there.

"Brother, why don't you add a friend and have a chance to duo?" the other side invited.

"Okay," he replied, quitting the game and accepting the friend request.

"Jiang Mufan, what's the matter with you? Why are you like your father, who told you several times that you can't throw clothes into the washing machine in a hurry. Starting tomorrow, you wash them by hand!" My mother's loud voice came from the next door again.

"Got it." Jiang Mufan wondered whether to continue playing the next game today.

从第一局的0-10-8到现在的10-1-9，下一局应该就能带飞队友了，哪怕队友再废。

"Don't deal with me knowingly in one day. I didn't mop the floor today. Can't you mop the floor when there is no class on Sunday? I have to mop the floor for you when I come back from class every day, right?"

"I was really unlucky for eight lifetimes to marry into your Lao Jiang's family. Your father, that dead thing, disappeared when you were eight years old. Except for sending some money back, I never saw a person all year round..."

Jiang Mufan didn't dare to respond anymore, so he could only plug in the charger for his mobile phone, go out and pick up the mop to mop the floor first, while listening to his mother whining by the washing machine.

"Jiang Mufan, I almost forgot, what's the matter with you, you are on the bottom of this mock exam again! Do you want to go to college? You know how to play games every day with your broken phone. Wannao, if you don’t want to read, you should drop out of school and work as soon as possible.”

There are only 98 days left in the countdown to the college entrance examination.

Since the [-]-day swearing-in meeting, except for Lu Mingfei, who was at the same table as him and waited to die, the head teacher, who was a physics teacher, said all kinds of dry words such as working hard in the class all day long. My mother, who has always been disappointed, actually started to mention his grades again today.

All these seemed to tell him that he should get in, he should work hard, and he should show his determination to make a big impact, and then become a blockbuster in the college entrance examination and become a dark horse.

But the greater the pressure, the less motivated he is. How can there be so many dark horses in this world? There are so many dark horses in the school every year. He heard that several of them are copied by means of plagiarism. Maybe very few rely on hard work or luck. The dark horse that rushed out, but he knew that this kind of thing would never happen to him, Jiang Mufan.

But all of this is actually so natural and logical.

Jiang Mufan has not seen his father for nine years, and the good news is that his father still sends back a large sum of money every year, so they don't need to make their mother and son live on the streets or have no money to study.

But the bad news is that every year the money comes with a letter, in which Dad regrets telling them that they are too busy to come back to see their mother and son.

According to the letter, his father was an expert in archaeology, and he was either in Africa, Egypt or the Mesopotamia plain every year.

When he was young, Jiang Mufan was still extremely proud that he had a father who was an archaeologist.For this reason, he read a lot of history books, illustrated books of cultural relics and so on.