When Inhumans Meet Abnormal Humans

Because Student Feng's identity configuration is too extravagant, the question of whether Student Li is gay or not is not so important in comparison.

With Feng Ling's status rising, it is Blizzard's market value expectations.

The five families who gritted their teeth and signed the contract earlier, when they saw the big shots coming out, understood Gu Xici, where did the calmness come from when he signed the contract with them that day, and also understood why he could use the right choice to evaluate their performance. contract.

Its own strength is outstanding, the backing is strong enough, and with such a golden body hanging, Blizzard can really continue the myth that the holographic simulation will become a blockbuster once it enters the market.

Now that they have taken this ride, they have worked hard, and the future of their company is not expected.

The Li family and the Yi family's small calculations came to nothing, and they ended up disheveled. They were too old to fight for loyalty. Faced with such a person who has no chance of winning, the right way is to leave the field early and stop the loss.

Yi Zhiling also gave up her script of finding hackers to hijack her brain, and went abroad again to relax.

Everything went according to Li Mufeng's wishes, this person should be happy, but in fact, student Li has been very irritable every day recently.

The publicity is powerful enough. He and Gu Xici have guided them for so long, but it is not as effective as someone's one-time show operation.

The foreign market development of Xianlu and Game Cang is still in the process, but foreign netizens have learned to climb over the wall while waiting, and they all want to experience this magical game as soon as possible and see the male god father Xianzi with their own eyes.

With the rise of the game purchasing agent industry, the game warehouse has once again returned to a state of short supply.

A large number of business opportunities bring more demand.

Li Mufeng not only has to lead the development of the platform's own program, create a public virtual space, but also upgrade all aspects of the configuration of the virtual cabin and add a multilingual system.

As soon as he got busy, Li felt that time was not enough and difficult. Work Eden, which used to be the habitat of his soul, has now completely become a labor camp that restrains his soul.

He wants to stick to Feng Ling all the time, but Feng Ling has become a kind of belief now, and the players jointly pray, hoping to see the male god father every day.

There was just a storm, and Feng Ling couldn't hide his mind for the time being, so he would take half an hour every day to take a stroll online.

This half hour was Li Mufeng's daily nightmare. He was shackled by work and couldn't follow him. He could only bitterly count soulless data, code emotionless codes, and stage a small stage in his heart. The daughter-in-law was accosted in a 108-style small script, which was both abusive and worrying.

"Three, 10 minutes and ten seconds, Xian'er, what were you doing in those ten seconds?" Student Li seemed to be facing a big dog who had returned home late, with a full face of you not loving me as much as before, you have a dog outside And, say, what breed.

"Today's Qixi Festival, too many flowers were sent before going offline, so I got stuck," Feng Ling buried her face in someone's hair, rubbing her left and right, while answering, blowing out the broken hair that she accidentally ate into her mouth.

Feng Ling's cold-faced paralyzed person is set there, and the players basically watch from a distance, not wanting to disturb his cleanliness, for fear that this person will find it noisy and stop going online one day.

At the beginning, foreign players came to say hello several times enthusiastically, but they were all dragged to the arena by old fans to teach by example.

Gradually, on the forum, family rules written in various languages ​​appeared, and the content was not the same, but the first three must be.

One, the male god father Xi Jing, whoever solves it by hand, goes to the arena, don't beep beep and quarrel, and whoever refuses to accept is defeated.

Second, the male god father has a good temper, but Li Mufeng, the big devil, is a forbidden area.

Three, the game belongs to the game, do not involve reality, and enjoy the virtual space.

In the past, everyone's enthusiasm was reflected in passing by to show their sense of presence, but today on Qixi Festival, everyone held back the second before he went offline, and with explosive hand speed, they gave Feng Ling the Qixi roses they had reserved in advance.

Then, the server that Xianlu was so proud of, got stuck, letting the rain of flowers cover the sky, Feng Ling felt like going back to the day when Xianlu first received a friend request.

Remembering that it was also the first time I met someone, Feng Ling looked at the overwhelming flowers and felt that she was in a good mood, she was stuck for ten seconds, and only looked at the sea of ​​flowers for ten seconds.

Once related to that person, everything will be fine.

"I'm working, look, my hands are worn out," Li Mufeng complained bitterly, he was working, and his flowers hadn't been delivered yet, Xian'er was looking for fun in places he couldn't see.

Holding up his left hand, Student Li never said a word. The red mark on his middle finger was made by himself because of his agitation.

"Don't make trouble, hurry up and finish today's work," Feng Ling pinched his fingers for him in a distasteful manner, not thinking how tired he would be in just half an hour.

He kept writing for the liberal arts exam, writing for three hours, and it was not as serious as he was wronged.

Enjoying Shunmao, Li Mufeng suspected that he might be suffering from Feng Ling's addiction, otherwise why he hadn't seen each other for half an hour, his heart was like walking in Lop Nur, and his heart was dry and cracked. Flat cracks and stubble.

Li Dagouzi was full of energy, and went to work to show off his prestige.

When are men the most handsome?

Throw the salary card over and say whatever... No, I got the wrong script.

He is the most handsome when he is working hard.

At this time, the man is focused and sharp. On the battlefield of work, he slashes with iron hooves and overcomes all difficulties.

Facing such a person, one would fantasize that the other party looked at oneself with this kind of dedicated and conquering eyes, and only looked at oneself.

Feng Ling didn't say anything about the evening's activities, Li Mufeng waited until after dinner, hooked him to go to the Qixi Festival temple fair, and came back later, so that Sanhua would have time to spread roses all over the bedroom.

YY played a rose-colored deep-dive, and Li Mufeng was going to take out the dusty Kama Sutra scratch-and-play, adding a little romance and fun.

Then he realized that he was thinking too much, he was visiting the temple fair, but when Feng Ling arrived at [-]:[-], he took him to the Pacific Ocean with his flying sword.

Sitting alone next to his six-style spliced ​​flying sword, Li Mufeng looked at Feng Ling who was walking in the air and drifting away a little bit, and carefully reflected and calculated his compatibility with Qixi. The conclusion was that this day might have enmity with him.

The last time Bug lost the fireworks-colored romance, this time the rose-colored fun may also be cool.

He is obviously looking forward to unlocking the new posture, and he can pretend to be slippery and scratch a few more, and stage the battle robes with the general, so that the king will not go to court early.

Li Mufeng was depressed, but he was also looking forward to it. He wanted to know what Feng Ling, who had a non-zero or one romantic value, would do.

When the air is quiet, every sound is clear.

The chirping and whispering of birds, mixed with the sound of wings stirring the air, came from far and near.

Holding the sword hilt, Li Mufeng looked down, and was instantly shocked by the scenery in front of him.

A large number of blue birds, arranged in a neat formation, flew from below, and the deep and shallow greens were dazzled by the stars into thousands of emerald waves.

The blue sparrows flew in front of him and stopped, one by one, with their wings puffed up to form a blue feather bridge, stretching towards Feng Ling.

"Come up," Li Mufeng heard his Xianer say this.

Touching the little green sparrows that are intimately used as handrails, Li Mufeng said that he is not very relieved. These little birds are only a little bigger than magpies. If he steps on them with a weight of a few dozen catties, there may be a large-scale bridge collapse accident. .

"They're all blue sparrows that live in the Wu Valley, and each one has hundreds of years of cultivation," Feng Ling's laughter came softly.

These are the blue sparrows specially sent by Fengli to support Feng Ling. Each one is a well-trained elite selected from tens of thousands of sparrow monsters.

"..." The pressure is so great, it feels like stepping on the elders.

Li Mufeng stepped on the green sparrow's soft legs with a pear in his mouth. As soon as his feet stepped on the bridge, the sky was illuminated by various lights, and there were crackling sounds one after another.

Looking up, the sky is full of fireworks blooming one after another. The fireworks of various colors scald the night into a dazzling scene, confusing anyone's eyes.

After the fireworks exploded, they did not go out, but broke into fine light powder, which scattered in the air and fluttered with the wind. Li Mufeng walked on the bridge, and the Milky Way of light powder flowed around him, giving him the illusion of walking in the aurora.

In the middle of the bridge, a handsome young man in white clothes stood with a smile, reflecting the light, looking like a god of nine heavens.

Li Mufeng walked over a few steps, holding God tightly in his arms, "Don't leave me."

Such a young man is too beautiful, too ethereal, looking at him from a distance, always worrying whether he will turn into light spots or stars in the night sky in the next moment, telling him that everything is just a dream.

"No," Feng Ling hooked the man's shoulder with one hand, and touched his text with the other, as if reminding him that they had already made a contract between life and death, and their fate was also intertwined into a prison, imprisoning each other.

"Do you like it?" The young man's voice was as clear as the clouds of smoke, "I'm sorry for your fireworks."

Correct it, I made a mistake just now, the Qixi Festival is high, every year should be there, and the evening and the morning are long and long.

Fireworks are flourishing, and people are more splendid than fireworks. A pair of figures, like a fleeting year, is like a dream.

Reaching out to catch the falling light spots, watching them disappear like snow that evaporated before melting, Li Mufeng asked, "Aren't these fireworks made of fire|powder?"

"Lingshi, use spiritual power to detonate like this."

Feng Ling stretched out his finger to a certain light group hidden in the night, Li Mufeng looked along the jade finger, and in the next second, he saw that the spirit stone that he always thought was the background of the little star exploded, blooming into the one he had seen before. fireworks.

No wonder the light spots of these fireworks are extraordinarily thin, they are all spirit stones that have been broken into powder and scattered.

"Aren't these in Xiujie the same as in the book, are they all small money?" The layman asked with a vulgar mouth.

"Almost equal to general equivalents," Feng Ling hesitated before giving the definition.

Rounding it up is gold, and now he is burning Ruanmei coins to play.

Li Mufeng waved his big paws in the air a few times, watching the floating light winding into a yarn with the change of the airflow, he felt for the first time that Sanhua's description of him as a mischievous fairy and demon concubine might have some truth to it.

The ancient kings and princes played with the flames of fire, and Bo Jia smiled. Now, Mr. Feng, the spirit stone has been broken for a day, just to make up for Qing's regret last year.

The light in the man's eyes seemed to take away all the color, so bright that Feng Ling didn't want to look away, those eyes seemed to be able to speak, and if he looked affectionately at a person's heart, he could bewitch someone's soul away.

Feng Ling was tempted to kiss those two thin lips proactively. People with thin lips have thin feelings, but this person ignited the only love he had, burned it hot, and burned it into his world.

No matter how weak the relationship is with a person, even if it is only ten percent, if all ten percent are with one person, what more can one ask for.

"Does Xian'er like these?" Li Mufeng pulled Feng Ling back to the Six Styles.

The blue sparrows scatter automatically, fluttering their wings, chasing the spot of light, and snatch away Fengling's remaining Lingshi, which is a tip for Quesheng to them in addition to his brilliant resume.

"It's good to have you," Feng Ling replied with a smile.

I still don't love Hongchen, Hongchen looks good just because you are here.

Li Mufeng's rose meal was finally eaten, and the script was changed to, as soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, the king will never go to court early.

A certain person is full of fairy energy, and his work efficiency is like taking X drugs, and his work efficiency soars.

The five game companies launched their games on the virtual platform in December. Together, the bosses decided to jointly hold a carnival of holographic immersive games at the end of the year.

In order to increase their popularity, they specifically found Li Mufeng, who had retreated behind the scenes to study, hoping that he and Feng Ling would appear on the stage in the same clothes they used to control talismans and sword immortals in the fairy road.

Li Mufeng was already free, so he was naturally willing to do this kind of show of affection, and he agreed very readily, and even used his two boxes of out-of-print game discs and childhood photos to buy Feng Ling, who hated people, to be with him.

On the day of the carnival, Feng Ling cast spells on her and Li Mufeng's hair, making it grow to the same length as the game, and asked Xiong Luojia to style them according to the pictures in the game, before rushing to the scene.

When the two of them appeared as the specially invited mysterious guests of the event, the crowd boiled instantly, and the screams almost lifted the roof of the venue.

But the commotion was only for a moment, when Li Mufeng's Tianji Talisman stretched out his fingers to gesture silently, and said "Shh, Xian'er likes to be quiet", the venue became quiet again in seconds, and a needle could be heard falling.

This change from extremely dynamic to extremely quiet made the host repeatedly lament the personality charm of the male god father.

Letting them come is just to increase the enthusiasm, do a few small activities, and stir up enthusiasm.

One of the small activities was for them to play fandoms. When Li Mufeng got a joke about falling in love and killing each other, Feng Ling's long sword was raised and lowered, "My sword will never point at you, even acting."

The cold voice, amplified by the headset, reverberated throughout the audience. Xianlu had experienced PK Fengshen, and when he heard this familiar line, he was so excited that he burst into tears.

What is a feeling, a classic thing, timeless, whenever it appears again, you can turn your memory back to that page in an instant.

The same words, the same couple, when you look at it again, you can always remember the touch, the enthusiasm, and the surprise at that time.

People can't help but sigh, some people, they are really different from the first sight.

The host is a game anchor who changed his job, and he is also a veteran player of Xianlu. Hearing this classic line, he was also excited.

The last small part is random questions on the spot. There are ten places. When the host read out the content of the event, he deliberately emphasized several times, "This is a good opportunity. I know you have a lot of questions you want to ask, and I have too. Write them all down. , let's gossip together."

"What is the real identity of Mr. Feng? Is it a god? I want to make a wish, please bless Mr. Feng." The host smiled and asked the first question, "It seems that everyone is still concerned about the father of the male god. What a god."

"Status doesn't matter, it's not a god," Feng Ling replied blankly, "But as a gift from Yuan, I have received your wish. My suggestion is, don't try it. Human feelings are the most vulnerable to temptation."

Feng Ling didn't expect that the first question was Shen Guiwan's. She was still struggling with what Feng Ling was. Her wish was to file a case with Gu Xici. It seemed that God wanted to save this pair of silly children.

After Feng Ling finished answering, a petite girl's voice sounded from the audience, "Mr. Feng, I listen to you, you must come for the wedding wine!"

The host was shocked by this coquettish operation. This person could guess who wrote it. I'm afraid he is not a real god. He eats whales himself, so he wants to invite the audience to eat with him, "I'm sure, the god father is not human, He is a god, our questions are really not tricky, you can see my stunned and shocked eyes!"

"Understanding," Li Mufeng deliberately confused the audience, what he wanted was this kind of half-truth and half-truth conjecture.

The next two were gossip about Li Mufeng and Feng Ling's daily life, and Li Mufeng used vague but thought-provoking words, which made people scream.

"May I ask Mr. Li, what is your defect? ​​It is said on the Internet that Writer Yi and your family hurt you because of your birth defect. I have no malicious intentions, but there is no taboo in asking questions today. I wrote it blindly. I don't expect to be drawn. If If you don't want to come back, just pretend you didn't see it," the host finished reading in one breath, and densely wrote the whole small paper with questions.

After taking a few deep breaths and recovering from the lack of oxygen, he teased, "I checked your hand speed, you can go to play Interstellar, but my friend, you are really drawn, when you go home today to play our new online game , Remember ten shots in a row."

After the host finished teasing, he looked at Li Mufeng and said with a smile, "Let's skip this question."

Li Mufeng smiled, took off his and Feng Ling's headsets, and openly whispered.

The audience could only see that Feng Ling nodded, took the initiative to hold Li Mufeng's hand, and then saw that a small area of ​​black appeared on the man's face and the back of his hand.

Through the virtual screen, they could see that the black thing was a small piece of snake scale, but it was not ugly on his face. Find out how magical he is.

"That's it, I bloom when I'm with the person I like," Li Mufeng smiled without caring, "I used to be called a monster, and I hated it, so I kept hiding it, but Xian'er said he liked it, and slowly I also think it’s very pretty, and it’s a good thing if Xian’er likes it.”

The host watched the reaction from the audience and the barrage of the online live broadcast, and read out what he thought was the most in line with the status quo, "I thought it was going to be abused, but I was heartbroken, but it turned out to be dog food. Sure enough, there is a male god With Dad here, the villain can be pampered to heaven."

Everyone in the audience also had the same idea. When they saw Li Mufeng and Feng Ling whispering and being held hands again, they had already figured it out. The young boy who needed to be comforted had a heart-wrenching script. They didn't expect him to be applying for dog food.

This dog food is so sweet, the male god father is really good to the villain, even the glass shards warmed him into sugar.

The last question is also quite sharp, "May I ask Mr. Feng, if the person I met back then was not Mr. Li, what would happen now?"

"Nothing."

"not so good."

The two voices thought again at the same time, the iceberg with a paralyzed face and the monster with peach blossom eyes, looked at each other for a moment, showed their faces together, and laughed softly.

This scene was later made into a moving picture. As long as someone says that there are stars in the eyes, or likes it, it is written in the eyes, and this short paragraph will be drawn.

"If it wasn't for him, there would be no follow-up." Feng Ling's brows faded, and the gentleness melted away, "I added friends because his name is Li Mufeng, and I like physics geniuses."

Because I liked this name, I loved Wu Jiwu, and later I fell in love with this person, and my love doubled.

After answering the questions, Feng Ling and Li Mufeng quietly exited in the dry ice, just as silently as they came, but left a good story in everyone's heart.

When non-humans meet abnormal humans, the story begins with your name.

The author has something to say:

I didn't expect to write so much. It was originally the idea of ​​a short story. I wanted to write a story about two abnormal children.

There will be extra episodes, from time to time, maybe Yi Zhiling, Lu Ruosu, Shen Guiwan will be confessed--or maybe not

Rourou should also have -w-