When Inhumans Meet Abnormal Humans

Feng Ling has always felt that the Wanghu Building in Jianye City is the chain branch of Yuelai Inn in the Xianxia World, and that big and small matters need to be discussed here, and the meeting place always likes to choose here.

"I must pass the Haotian Mirror today," Fourth Young Master Hu made an impassioned speech standing on the Wanghu Building in Jianye City.

Tiny Herb's good father was affected by his emotions, and he also said excitedly, "The masters of the whole server are here, and I will definitely be able to feel proud today."

This time, the Haotian Dungeon Raiders team assembled at the Wanghu Building gathered together the masters of various guilds.

No one can collect 20 masters to eat the copy of Haotian Mirror alone, but they are reluctant to share the first kill with other families. They procrastinate until the ninth day of the new year. alliance.

When receiving the news of the alliance, Li Mufeng also complained a few words, this is the selfishness of human nature, and they refuse to unite unless they are pushed to the extreme.

If all scientific research teams in the world can work together to overcome technical problems, human science and technology will advance for many years. Even fanciful novelists will only arrange cooperation among countries under the premise of setting a crisis for all mankind.

In this regard, Feng Ling commented that Li Mufeng was more like a non-human than a non-human. He always likes to separate himself and discuss his own kind from the perspective of a bystander.

No way, when I wanted to be human most, no one asked me to be human.

Li Mufeng replied like this.

The 20 people stood at the entrance of the copy of Haotian Mirror, and they all restrained their smiles, and switched to the mode of being ready for battle.

Although their team doesn't belong to the same guild, and they don't usually form dungeons together, they compete in the arena every day, and they are familiar with each other's skill points and play styles, so it's not difficult to cooperate.

"Two pillars, flame impact," Long Aotian rolled on the spot to avoid the boss skill, and shouted at Uzumaki Sasuke next to him.

Uzumaki Sasuke had already raised his staff when Long Aotian spoke, and asked with a smile, "Do you still count my skill CD?"

Long Aotian replied, "I compete with you every day, now I know your CD without counting."

This kind of scene happened in every battle in the dungeon. They are familiar with each other's strengths, and naturally know each other's weaknesses, and they have a tacit understanding when they cooperate.

The main T and the deputy T agreed to give up the division of main and deputy before the battle. Both of them took the initiative to attract hatred and create living space for each other before the other showed signs of decline.

It is normal to calculate each other, but when facing a common enemy, they will still abandon their prejudices and share the same hatred.

The relationship between the various guilds is the same as that of different classes in a school year. They compete and compete with each other on a daily basis, but when it comes to inter-school competitions, with a common opponent, they will let go of their previous suspicions and become the most solid backing for each other.

Regarding the practice of designing a common enemy, Feng Ling always wondered if those people had read too many novels.

In novels, two camps with constant conflicts and feuds are often designed. If the author wants HE to equip them with a big villain boss, and take away all the blame like Tokiomi, they will watch each other and lament that you are XXX It's also very good.

If the author inherits the aesthetics of Greek tragedy and does not give them the blame, he will eventually become Romeo and Juliet, using death and love to melt the ice of the barrier.

Pushing to the third level, the difficulty of the dungeon increased significantly. Feng Ling slightly reduced the frequency of paddling. He and Li Mufeng released the water to increase the excitement of passing the dungeon, not to destroy it.

Fourth Young Master Hu looked at Feng Ling's figure flying up and down in the strange pile, and sighed, "No matter when I look at it, I feel that I am not playing a game with the male god father."

"Isn't it?" Mrs. Huang Fanfan replied, "He is a fairy, and we have chests and chest muscles to fight each other."

Feng Ling's clear appearance is like the evening snow on a thousand mountains, the snow is full of colors, falling white and dusty, but their chopping is comparable to Lu Tisha, dressed in flowers, with muscles straightened up, pulling up the weeping willows, smashing back a crowd of Xiaoxiao .

Because of Feng Ling's seriousness, the pressure on the dungeon has obviously decreased, and more and more people are chatting and paddling.

Hearing the metaphor of Mrs. Huang Fanfan's pectoral muscles, Xiaohumaru looked at her chest and was silent for two seconds.

If it was true about her breasts, she probably wouldn't be able to be the number one lady on the Immortal Road, after all, her breasts were as flat as a cliff, and her well-defined ribs were layers of rock patterns on the cliff.

Her daily life is to use her own actions to tell everyone the truth about why an uneven chest can milk the world.

"Speaking of which, I've been following Li Yi's Weibo recently," Uzumaki Sasuke said, "The male god father is really good-looking, rich and talented."

"It's not just talent, it's amazing talent." Long Aotian recalled the shock when he saw the calligraphy and painting with his own eyes, and couldn't help sighing, "My wife and friend have been taught by the family, that word, tsk tsk."

"Let me tell you, the online video is less than one-tenth of the real thing. My cousin in the Calligraphy Association watched it and asked which famous calligraphy master it is."

"Who, let me breathe in the European spirit," Xiaohuwan asked enviously.

Long Aotian is also envious, after all, it is one in a million luck, "A thousand piles of snow."

"Oh, oh, I know," Mrs. Huang Fanfan exclaimed, "it's the one who received Ningwei Yuqilan Zhe, not Xiao Fu Ai Rong."

Fourth Young Master Hu laughed, "How can you remember everything you wrote so clearly?"

"I'm concerned, I would say that reciting the family motto of the male god father will also give you a literary accomplishment?" Mrs. Huang Fanfan smiled proudly, "My parents are all his fans now."

"It's said that he is good-looking, good-natured, and cultured. If I learn from him, I'm sure I can learn well."

Awesome my man!Everyone is a fan of parents.

Xiaohuwan admired Feng Ling's charm beyond age.

But if you think about it carefully, you can understand that Feng Ling is a standard child of someone else's family.

Beautiful in appearance but not conceited, kind-hearted and repaying grievances with virtue, indifferent and neither humble nor overbearing, with both ability and political integrity and profound calligraphy and painting skills.

It's like a temple artwork that is born to be admired and sought after by people, but has nothing to do with the world.

The blood of literature and art in Xiaohumaru's heart is rushing, and he can't wait to write half of the world with one stroke. As for the fact that he later became a cutting-edge essayist because of his obsession with zero blowing, he added a touch of legend to Feng Ling's myth. That's another story.

Now, the future writer Xiaohuwan is being rejected by Li Mowang for chatting and blowing water, "Ou Huangdao, you can't blow water even if you have a good face, don't increase the workload for Xian'er."

"I'm not going to miss my place while chatting," Xiaohumaru said embarrassedly.

He really wanted to just follow along and read the copybook. Watching Feng Ling's copybook was as addictive as watching live games.

He understood why Luo Ying Fuxue always said that playing books with the male god father was a kind of sweet pain. Watching it up close was indeed better than watching replays, but it was hard to concentrate on playing books.

"Hehe, please respect your output," Li Mufeng enlarged the output list, laughing unreasonably and ruthlessly.

Therefore, in Xiaohuwan's article, there is a reason for the surname Li to be black all his life.

When fighting mobs, they can figure out the routines, and they can pass with their eyes closed. When the boss becomes a routine, they know it, but if they close their eyes a little longer, they will see Max.

The final Boss is a poor beast with fast speed, and the skill release test predicts, and the five-level level suppression greatly shortens the control time, requires the cooperation of all staff, and has a small error tolerance rate for skill coordination and connection.

"It's red blood! Be careful!" Wei Herb's good father shouted.

Qiongqi Red Blood will spread its back wings and enter flight mode.

As the saying goes, it is a tiger with wings, it will fly into the city, choose people and eat them, Qiongqi, who can eat people, is a big tiger with wings, and it is even more ferocious when flying, with bonus damage and movement speed.

Moreover, the attack from above is more challenging for the player to operate. All the ground skills are sealed, and the character's attack methods are scarce. Every time the Qiongqi Red Blood comes, it is the moment to witness the player performing the 108-style death.

However, according to the news brought by Wang Buliuxing's guild who has made the most progress, Qiongqi's wings will enter a wounded state when the attacks he receives reach a certain limit, allowing him to return to the ground.

It's a pity that they didn't test out the specific attack value. They were in a mess when they got red blood, and they lost their skills when they had skills, and some people were passed out from time to time.

Without a plan, no one can tell how much damage has been hit.

Li Mufeng was asking for it. Naturally, he knew that Wings only needed to attack 50 times, but at this time he pretended to shout at the others, "Xian'er and I are in charge of Wings, you keep your formation and don't mess up."

Facing Qiongqi who was swooping down, Feng Ling used his jumping skills to jump high. Everyone calculated his trajectory based on experience, and couldn't help but sweat for him. According to his jump height, he would crash into the claws of the beast.

Mrs. Huang Fanfan even raised her hand to predict Feng Ling's whereabouts, and read a big reply in advance.

"Don't waste healing skills."

In the nick of time, Li Mufeng only had time to stop Mrs. Huang Fanfan, and then used contract teleportation, and when Feng Ling was about to reach the highest point, he appeared at Feng Ling's feet, and supported him even higher with his hands.

Feng Ling used his strength to estimate Qiongqi and his position, and used Liuyun Pixia one second before the rising speed showed defeat. When he rose again, he forcibly canceled Liuyun Pixia, and immediately cast it after the stiffness ended. Mirror flowers and water moon.

The movements of the two are a lot to say, but the release and connection are extremely fast, and they were completed before Qiongqi pounced.

At the end of the quadruple jump, Feng Ling successfully sent himself onto the back of a giant beast that was taller than two floors. Li Mufeng also accelerated his fall because of Feng Ling's step, and staggered away from Qiongqi's sharp claws.

The moment they saw the young man in white land on Qiongqi's head, everyone ran over to a row of sluts with two slender legs in their hearts.

Fuck?Can you still send people up like this?

Although everyone was amazed by their quadruple jump, they didn't forget the business. After half a second of stunned, they came back to their senses.

The time before Qiongqi's fall was Fengling's home game, and they need to preserve their status even more at this stage.

Feng Ling didn't know if the people below were hiding hard or not, but he was very idle on Qiongqi's overly lenient back, distracted by his idleness.

He felt that the self who raised his sword and slashed had a common language with the murderer who stabbed someone with an ice pick in the suspense film.

After poking 50 times in boredom, Feng Ling fell back to the ground together with Qiongqi.

Going through the most difficult part of the dungeon, even though Qiongqi's damage increased after he landed, he still couldn't regain his former dignity.

Qiongqi, who returned to the ground, was a tiger whose teeth had been pulled out. Everyone was bullied ruthlessly, but now they all turned into wolves, a little more ruthless than ruthless.

Feng Ling looked at the sudden burst of people and Qiongqi who looked more like a tiger with his wings folded, inexplicably thinking of the tiger falling into Pingyang and being bullied by dogs.

When the customs clearance was settled, almost everyone wept with joy.

Note that it is almost.

Not only did Feng Ling remain expressionless, but he also had no fluctuations in his heart. This wave of operations was not as fulfilling as he got the ID card from Qiao Yu.

"This would have been a nightmare if it didn't pass," Mr. Hu said with a smile.

"It's already a nightmare," Mrs. Huang Fanfan said. "Two days ago, I was the only one left in the dream. I couldn't die. I was so cruel."

Li Mufeng smiled and expressed hatred, "According to the fortune teller, you are the one who didn't finish your homework."

Mrs. Huang Fanfan is a high school student. Everyone knows that people often care about her studies and say that they want to continue the hatred about homework and exams from generation to generation.

Seeing the gradually disappearing smile on Mrs. Huang Fanfan's face, Li Mufeng felt that doing homework when the children were having the most fun was really a magic tool for adults to relieve stress.

"... Great Demon King, I advise you to be kind."

Even if Mrs. Huang Fanfan knew that Li Mufeng didn't have much malice, she was still so angry that she had to remind her that she still had a lot of homework to do.

"Oh, let me kindly share the information," Li Mufeng pretended to be remorseful, "I heard that Meowbaker, Kaifeng Cai and Meow Gongmen have to reserve seats in advance."

Oh hoo!

I have to get up early tomorrow to make up for homework with those poor kids.

Mrs. Huang Fanfan was confused by the kindness from the elder, "Big Demon King, you will be sacked sooner or later."

"It's okay, I have Xian'er to protect me," Li looked at Feng Ling with some trepidation.

Huang Fanfan: "..." The other party dropped the dog food bowl to express dissatisfaction, and took out the dog food bowl and happily ate the dog food.

Feng Ling: "..." No, actually I thought about trapping you in a sack when I heard Gu Xici say that you were the designer of the NPC.

As soon as the copy's first kill record came out, the whole server set off fireworks.

Watching the fireworks one after another, Feng Ling thought that this was a grand event deliberately created by someone, and felt that prosperity was actually quite hypocritical at times, "It's all about acting."

"Everyone likes this script very much, don't they?" Li Mufeng smiled and narrowed his peachy eyes slightly, looking dangerous and vicious.

Everyone unites to defeat the evil enemy in the end. Stories like this kind of happy ending, and he just complied with everyone's wishes.

"Also, trust is actually very common, every game has it, it's tacitly allowed."

Li Mufeng told the truth with a smile. The players all knew and recognized the existence of Tuo, and even Tuo was willing to follow him before revealing his identity and losing that layer of mystery. Sometimes guessing who Tuo is is a kind of entertainment.

Knowing that it is a drama, but everyone is willing to put their emotions into it, because the virtual world is another vivid space.

After hearing the truth, Feng Ling always felt that some of her imagination about the game was shattered. As expected, the most beautiful thing is to look at the flowers in the mist and the moon in the water. If you can't see the reality, you have room for fantasy.

After Feng Ling finished celebrating perfunctorily, she went offline with Li Mufeng, never expecting that a new label would be born for her today.

The copy of Haotian Mirror has a milestone significance in the history of Xianlu games. The people in the copy turned on the video during the whole process, and used the video to express gratitude to the blood and tears sacrificed in the copy.

Then everyone discovered Feng Ling's dominance.

First, he cooperated tacitly with the big demon king and performed a miraculous quadruple jump with quick reflexes. Later, he stood on the back of Qiongqi who had been swaying like he was walking on the ground.

Since the Haotian Mirror dungeon will be automatically downgraded to a level 70 dungeon once the first pass, many players tried the dungeon first after watching the video.

The result is either that the cooperation is not in place, or the skill connection cannot keep up. So far, no one has succeeded.

For this reason, Feng Ling was given a domineering but subtle nickname by the Hyacinths - "The Man Riding the Tiger".

When the nickname came out, Feng Ling was carrying Li Mufeng to the sky about 5000 meters above the ground, helping the man with his daily adaptability training for fear of heights.

Li Mufeng sat on the flying sword overlooking the lights of City A, said with a pale face, "Suddenly I'm afraid of heights."

Feng Ling was puzzled: "Stockholm?"

"No." Li Mufeng's smile was a bit forced, but his mood fluctuated upwards, "I suddenly realized that I was afraid of heights because I was afraid of death. It turned out that I subconsciously wanted to live."

"I used to always look forward to the day when I couldn't open my eyes." He is not afraid of death, but he hates suicide. It seems to be escaping. He will only do and toss, and play himself to death early.

Recalling the madness of playing pistol | gun Russian roulette with others in the United States, Li Mufeng felt that the joy of gambling his life at that time was completely incomparable with the joy when he found out that he was afraid of death.

When the pistol was pressed against his forehead, there was no disturbance in his heart. He played this game mainly because he liked to see the other party's stupid face addicted to the stimulation of death, and the restless bloodthirsty of the crowd.

They are very human, and they have the feeling of a living person. When other people's heart is beating wildly, it will make him feel that his own heart is also beating.

However, these are not as good as being with Feng Ling, and my heart will be happy when I am with him.

"I look at myself, I have flaws all over my body, but one thing is good, I like you," Li Mufeng said slyly without looking at Feng Ling.

Feng Ling doesn't know about liking, but some people say that when you only see one person, that's liking, "I should like you too."

All human beings are divided into two types for him, those who are Li Mufeng and those who are not.

Only he is the exception, always giving him emotions.

Hearing Feng Ling's answer, Li Mufeng was not willing to completely deny it, but only quietly refuted half of it, our preferences may be different.

The cold wind that was filtered by the spiritual power cover blows past, making the trouser legs of the two of them rustle.

Feng Ling suddenly grabbed Li Mufeng's hand, and said seriously, "Actually, I thought about planning a sack to attract NPC people."

Feeling the strength of holding his own hand, it was the first time that Li Mufeng felt that it is not wonderful to take the initiative to hold hands, "Well, it's too early, I don't even remember this NPC."

He couldn't admit it even if he was killed, and the sense of crisis caused Li to selectively lose his memory.

"Gu Xici said that you want to see the bad taste of the player being stunned after being stabbed to death for no reason," Feng Ling's voice was chilled in line with the season.

"Now that you can't do it with a sack, why not let's bungee jump."

After finishing speaking, Feng Ling didn't wait for anyone to answer, directly took his hand, leaned forward and jumped down.

Let’s not talk about the chicken, civilized you and me!

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah……

Gu Xi said goodbye to your uncle, you can feed the dog to your mother's death...

Under the effect of gravitational acceleration, Li Mufeng's greetings to Gu Xici's ancestors turned into a series of "ah" and dissipated in the night sky of City A.