Game Invasion: The male and female protagonists are in love, but I am secretly stealing their homes

But she couldn't bear it, she didn't want to...

There must be many people looking at her at this moment.

Even after she opened Tianhu Haoqi twice, everyone would dig up everything about her, including Zhuri and Zhuri Moments, but she was unwilling to tell the world about Zhuri's regrets and scars.

Zhuri doesn't need to be pitied, she just needs to be looked up to!

Then I can only talk about something else.

She leaped high and kicked at her opponent.

"A long time ago, a bored god decided to play a game.

“They found a group of unlucky people, shuffled their fates like a deck of cards, put them in envelopes, sealed them with stamps, and put them in a mailbox called Astrana.

"In the coming years, they will be picked up by their respective postmen, set on their destined routes, and finally delivered to the addresses written by fate.

"There was a letter that landed on the lakeside beneath the bridge of Karadom and was picked up by an elf postman named Sun Chaser."

The Sun Chaser Elf leaned back against the mahjong pile with his arms folded, staring intently at the corridor.

No one was talking or chatting in the audience seats outside the stadium. It was the first time it was so quiet since the game started.

Because of the Tian Hu Hao Qi match, and the nearly paralyzed Astrana was also the same.

The whole world became quiet, wanting to listen to this fairy tale.

Smart people could hear some important information from it, and not so smart people could also hear that it was the apprentice telling her story about Zhuri.

Maple syrup, pine rose, and mist blade all burst out, speeding up the killing speed. Zaijiuxunge would never do anything romantic or sentimental at such a moment. It must be some skill!

The best way to break the deadlock is to complete the kill quickly, and after going out, try to touch and connect cards to trigger random events!

[Please note, the Fuqing Fengji Ghost Card has awakened]

The story continues.

"The Elf Postman had a bad temper. Her life was full of colour, and the letter that fate had thrust upon her was a truly irritating surprise. She simply set out on her journey clutching the letter, and despite the wind and rain, she never managed to put it away properly.

"Year after year, they walked from the lake beneath the bridge to Draenor, through the Moonmarsh and Ashenvale, until they reached the Golden Hills, where the elven postman lost the letter."

Yu Xunge knelt on the ground and rolled over to avoid the huge blade that was smashing down heavily.

The vintage lantern swayed along with her, the moon inside flickering cheerfully, as if asking, "What happened next?"

"Later, the postman, who never stopped for anything or anyone, put down everything he was doing and began to look for the lost letter.

She traded the Moon Crown for a small boat, took her friends with her, and traveled to a faraway place. She was most afraid of being bored, but after enduring a long period of boredom, she finally found the letter.

"The stamp was missing, and the envelope was nowhere to be found. She saw a piece of paper with many holes in it, which was what the letter originally looked like.

"Alas, she was deceived. The letter was not valuable at all, nor was it as good as she thought.

"But she still carefully brought the letter back."

"But she still carefully brought the letter back."

"Perhaps it's only after losing something that we realize how precious a letter is. The elf postmen used to always crumple the letters! So rude!!"

"The elven postman went through great pains to bring the letter back to Astranaar, but not to keep it, because she delivered the letter to where it was meant to go.

“For this letter, she lost her most precious Moon Crown, but never thought about gaining anything in return.

“She lit a bonfire in a nearly abandoned city without even realizing it.

"The letter didn't travel far. She went to participate in the Gods' Games. Have you heard of Tian Hu Hao Qi? That was the dream of the letter, and also the dream of the elf postman.

“It’s perfectly normal for a letter and its carrier to have the same dream.