Great God Cultivation Manual [Online Games]

The PK has come to an end, everyone is disbanded, and we will fight again tomorrow night.

After Su Mo returned the game to the character interface, he saw a cigarette lit on the balcony. He was leaning on the railing. In front of him was an empty living room with blacked-out lights. thin.

The light of the cigarette flickered, white smoke was exhaled, the nicotine slightly relieved the uneasy feeling in the bottom of my heart, and the air was filled with a strong smell of tobacco.

According to the usual practice, Carrot would accompany him out to relieve his addiction to cigarettes, and chat with him about things, but that guy was mysteriously tinkering with things in the game, and he had to finish it before smoking.

Because there are cold-blooded creatures like noodles, the air conditioner is never turned on in the living room. After smoking a cigarette for less than 5 minutes, Su Mo broke out in a thin layer of sweat. His cigarette butt was extinguished.

The summer vacation is coming to an end, Su Mo thinks back on what happened during this time, his indifferent but pretty face suddenly smiles - most people will be hurt for a long time when they lose their love, and he doesn't bother to think about anything when he is a scumbag game, Warcraft is really a good guy thing.

That summer in Beijing, the rain was unbelievable, and the temperature was as high as in the south.

This summer, he lost an important person, but gained World of Warcraft.

Open the lock screen, the phone lights up, and all the text messages have been deleted; QQ and WeChat friends are kept, but the chat history is all cleared. Su Mo enters two words in the search bar, and the phone automatically retrieves those that have been erased.

——I'm in America, does Momo miss me?It’s early morning over there, you have to answer this question obediently when you wake up, I’ll wait for your text message :)

——Momo, you don't know how wonderful my roommate is!Last night the police rushed in and took him away because that idiot hid marijuana~——I used the night time to find a part-time job. Mo Mo called, it's a little bad.

——There are still two weeks until Christmas, Momo, I really want to see you...

——There is a cold current in the Pacific Ocean, just informed that the flight has been cancelled, Mo Mo, I may have to go back one day late, sorry.

——Mo Mo, look out the window.

……

The watery light obscured the field of vision and blurred the continuous information on the screen.

Su Mo still remembered that it was the day before Christmas. In that winter, Beijing, a dry city, had snowed early. Su Mo, who was in class, was still depressed about someone's flight being delayed. Shocked, he looked out the window suspiciously according to the content.

In the heavy snow, under the bare sycamore tree across the road, Xu Shaodong dragged his suitcase, but he only wore a thin windbreaker in the temperature of more than ten degrees below zero, and then Su Mo retaliated to listen to the whole class before Go out, and someone just waited for him quietly like that for 10, [-] minutes...

His wrist suddenly felt cold, Su Mo came back from the memory, stared blankly at the drop of transparent liquid on his skin, he thought a little self-deprecatingly, he really took it for granted, thinking that he would forget him by playing games desperately.

Until someone took the phone away and put him in his arms.

Luo Xu still had the icy breath of the air conditioner on his body, and the coolness felt very comfortable. Su Mo looked at a certain point in the corner of the living room, moved his mouth but didn't know what to say.

"Sorry, I came out late." Luo Xu glanced at the content of the phone screen, chose to lock the screen directly, and then hugged him tighter, "I have something to show you, shall we go back to the room?"

Su Mo nodded unnaturally, his voice was astringent, "Okay."

Back in the bedroom, Luo Xu pressed Su Mo's shoulder to let him sit down in front of the computer.

The mage and DK are both online. Su Mo looks at the notebook. This is Luo Xu's DK game interface. On the screen is a golden gemstone dragon with a mage named Summer riding on the dragon's back.

Su Mo was very sure that he didn't have this mount. Could it be that Luo Xu was messing around all day just to give him a mount?Looking back, Luo Xu behind him was smiling brightly. Su Mo felt a little embarrassed, and pretended to wipe off his sweat while quietly wiping away the dry marks under his eyes.

At this time, he accidentally discovered that the dragon mount had the name "Black Hand 1 Years" on its head!

As if sensing something was wrong with the other party, Luo Xu held the mouse, and the gem dragon flapped its wings cheerfully, carrying the mage into the night sky of Azeroth.

Su Mo was very surprised and asked, "What is this?"

"Do you like it?" Luo Xu's voice rang in his ear, "The new version of alchemy can make a mount, this thing is called [Vase of Time Sand], players who own it can turn themselves into a mount, carry He's important to people flying."

The affectionate voice entered his eardrums and infected his heart, "I planned to buy this when I came to play with you, so that I can fly you all over Azeroth."

Throughout the World of Warcraft in the CTM period, there was a very famous slogan - if you love him, give him the [Bottle of Time Sand], a good friend will ride for a lifetime.

Su Mo leaned his head back and leaned against Luo Xu's shoulder, slightly deflected, his lips just touching the other's cheek, "Thank you—" he said softly, then closed his eyes, as if kissing—if It would be nice if you weren't friends...

Luo Xu felt something warm and moist hitting his face and rolled down.

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In the private room on the second floor of the bar, Los Angeles threw the phone on the table, lit a cigarette at the computer, and took two puffs.

He had a strange feeling that made him uneasy, even irritated, that for the first time in his twenty-five years he began to doubt certain qualities in himself.

The irascible Boss Luo smoked half a pack of cigarettes in one breath and still couldn't figure it out. He had no choice but to leave the private room and found the second boss and a small power leveler who came to Beijing for vacation in the VIP booth in the corner of the bar.

The metal rock bar on the first floor was deafening, and the young band heated up the passion of the crowd.Luo Cheng sat down on the sofa, picked up an opened bottle of beer and poured it directly.

"Yo, rare customer~" Zhanyan sitting on the other side raised her eyebrows, with her long legs resting on the table, and pushed a dozen beers over with the tip of her shoe, "Why would Ah Cheng be willing to put down the computer at this point, instead Come down for a drink?"

This group of booths that are never outsourced also sat a chubby little man, Tao Le's round face was flushed from drinking, and the wine bottle in his hand "snapped" the one in Los Angeles, all for a toast "Brother Cheng, you said that this is because you can't do it. Brother, I came all the way from Changsha to Beijing. Why did you go to Warcraft the next day and leave me and Brother Yan here."

Luo Cheng put the empty bottle on the table, picked up the second bottle but didn't drink it for a long time, "Tao Zi, you know I play games, right, I want to ask you something."

Tao Le blinked his small eyes, and the words "Master, tell me, brother, listen" were written on his face.

"What would I do if I was killed by someone in the game?"

Tao Le slapped the table, "Kill his whole family!"

Los Angeles: "..."

Los Angeles was shocked by the sound of the mountain, but after thinking about it, it seemed to be the case, so he continued, "If someone knows my Union number and kicks my Horde account out of the guild, I will What will you do?"

Fatty Tao, who was drunk, slapped the table for the second time, and the wine bottle knocked over, "Kill the whole family of their guild!"

Los Angeles downed half a bottle of beer, "What if someone kills me, kicks me out of the guild, and then asks me to help their guild in the rating battle, and...and I agree?"

"Brother Cheng, don't make trouble..." Tao Le shook his head, waving his stubby fingers, "If you let this kind of thing happen to you, I wouldn't believe it even if you beat me to death eight hundred times!"

"..." Luocheng thoughtfully planned to drink the remaining half bottle of wine, his eyes happened to glance over Zhanyan's meaningfully smiling eyes, he paused, hesitated for a long time, lowered his voice, and carefully worded his words Asked: "How did you find out that you are that one?"

Holding the wine glass with Zhanyan's slender fingers, he swayed in front of Los Angeles, smiling slyly like a fox, and said slowly, "When I was in high school, I found that I was very interested in a boy in my class," he said. He intentionally emphasized the word 'interest', and looked at the changes in his old classmate's expression with interest, "Then he did something that violated his own principles..."

Luo Cheng was terrified by that kind of deep look, as if he had been pierced through and was being sliced ​​apart by that guy.

The dizzy Tao Pang was confused by the two charades, and simply fell back and fell asleep.

"Congratulations!" Across the table, Zhanyan raised his glass, "We have another common language."

Boss Luo ran through ten thousand grass mud horses in his mind, and summed up thousands of words in one word: "Fuck..."

Zhan Yan: "Now that the doubts are gone, why is our Ah Cheng still struggling?"

Luo Cheng sorted out his messy brain, feeling even more depressed, "His roommate has been secretly in love with him for a long time, I had nothing to say a while ago, and now he...maybe...become..."

Zhanyan raised her wine glass for the second time, "I can only like it~"

Los Angeles: "..."

On the stage of the bar, after the band sang the last song, a few teenagers came to the booth to say hello to the two bosses as usual. Zhanyan handed the envelope of the appearance fee to the team leader and praised with a smile.

Los Angeles kept looking at the red-haired guitarist, and the voice in his head rang again, and the wind blowing, the back figure under the shadow of the tree in the night—slender and straight legs, thin but straight back, clean and soft The broken hair, and that small section of exposed neck.

"That... the guitarist," he almost unconsciously called out to the young man who was about to leave suddenly, "the person who came to pick you up that day was your cousin?"

Su Ran recalled it for a while before remembering, and she smiled with canine teeth, "Yeah, what's the matter?"

Luo Cheng asked straightforwardly, "What's his name?"

"Su Mo, the ink of ink."

Luo Cheng thought of those dark eyes like splashed ink, and repeated "Su Mo Summer, Summer Su Mo" in his heart, and then replied, "Thank you."