[Holographic] Only Buddhist players

At this point, the situation was over. When everyone came back to their senses, they had already returned to the bar of the Maoyan Tavern, and in front of them was the potbellied tavern owner.

The tavern was already full of all kinds of players at this time, and the crowds were so crowded that it was as crowded as hell on earth. Han Qing stretched out his hand to hold Shen Fan, and the two of them drifted to the corner of the tavern amidst the crowd.

The surrounding players were still frantically squeezing in like a zombie siege, Shen Fan leaned against the wall, while Han Qing stood in front of him, protecting him with one hand, trying to create a small world in this noisy environment.

Han Qing's cold chin was just at the tip of Shen Fan's nose, and Shen Fan's eyes wandered to the lips of the person in front of him, his heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly realized that their posture was a bit awkward, so he turned around quickly.

This was originally a posture of facing the wall and thinking about the past, which can avoid the embarrassment of facing each other at close range. Unexpectedly, the person behind was pushed and gently pressed up by the crowded crowd, and the posture of the two of them became even more unfavorable.

Shen Fan: "..."

"Qing... Han Qing! Where are you?" The stall owner's voice came from the other end of the crowd.

"..." After experiencing a fierce inner struggle, Shen Fan chose to type on the team channel.

[Krypton becomes a thin house]: There are too many people here, we can't squeeze out, why don't we take a rest first.

[Looking up to Qian]: Rest now, tomorrow I will be dumped by those lunatics.

[Crush the thin house to death]: Then you continue to struggle, the two of us go to bed first.

Seeing such a sentence popped up on the team channel, and the person who said it opened his arms at this moment, with his chest pressed against Shen Fan's back, and the warm breath seemed to be right next to his ear, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Sleep and sleep, what's the matter with the two of us?Isn't this misleading?

He didn't realize that it was some kind of strange feeling in his heart that caused the over-interpretation. He was worried that the stall owner might make up some crispy duck literature. Consolation: The clean is self-cleaning, the clean is self-cleaning, the clean is self-cleaning...

But the stall owner didn't know what was going on, maybe Han Qing and Shen Fan's way of getting along was really easy to misunderstand, and he actually had the same opinion on this sentence as Shen Fan.

[Looking to Qian]: You two, go to sleep together?

When Shen Fan saw this sentence, he almost jumped up on the spot, and reflexively replied on the team channel, "The clearer clears himself".

Then he suddenly realized what he had done, and then he slammed his head against the wall in embarrassment.

After smashing for a long time, he realized that he had been smashing on one hand, but the owner of that hand didn't feel any pain at all, and looked at him with a smile: "Master, who did you learn crisis public relations from? A stable group."

"..."

Forget about swearing, prosperity and democracy, civilization and harmony, freedom and equality, justice and the rule of law, cleansing itself... Shen Fan chose to go offline.