Hearing the gnashing sarcasm of his good brother Li Peixuan, Zhang Yifan quickly said: "Pei Xuan, don't talk nonsense, you want me to die."
Being reminded by Zhang Yifan, Li Peixuan also thought of the sensation that the Internet God's name had caused in the online game industry, and quickly shut his mouth. As an old friend who had been playing since childhood, Li Peixuan would not be angry with Zhang Yifan, his friend who is the Internet God, because of this.
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"Hey, Yifan, there's a fire in your house, it's such a big fire."
Zhang Yifan saw the blazing fire in his home and quickly ran towards the fire. A car passed by the fire. When he walked in front of Zhang Yifan and Li Peixuan, he looked at the two little guys casually. Zhang Yifan
I also saw the man sitting at the window
After the car passed by, Zhang Yifan and the two came outside the fire. Li Peixuan was obviously much stronger than Zhang Yifan, and he quickly grabbed Zhang Yifan who was about to enter the fire.
Zhang Yifan, a superb online game master, originally had a calm, wise and intelligent mind. After being pulled away by Li Peixuan, he quickly thought that it would not help if he entered the fire. It would only cost him a small life, so he might as well take the 100 million US dollars.
The reward is to bury your family well
After thinking about it, Zhang Yifan slowly circled around the fire, hoping to see where the fire was smaller, hoping for a miracle. Suddenly, Zhang Yifan, who was moving quickly, finally stopped.
His eyes were fixed on the eight words on the ground: "If you dare to accept the bonus, you will never recover."
After Zhang Yifan saw these eight words, it was like a bolt from the blue. What he thought was an accident turned out to be the retribution for winning the online game. Zhang Yifan finally shed two tears of regret.
Li Peixuan also saw these eight words, came to Zhang Yifan and comforted: "It's not your fault, it's just those hateful online game developers. If you can't afford to lose, don't win such a big prize."
Zhang Yifan suddenly turned his head and looked at Li Peixuan and said: "Help me, from today on, Zhang Yifan is dead. From now on, my name will be Xiaoyao, help me."
Li Peixuan, who was also twelve years old, understood what this brother meant and nodded heavily: "Zhang Yifan has already run into the sea of fire under my witness. I will help your family and bury you together."
Sitting in the bachelor's apartment, Xiaoyao thought about his past six years ago. His teeth bit his lips until they were stained with blood. He didn't pay attention to the blood dripping from his lips. He sneered evilly at the corner of his mouth and said to himself: "You won't think of that ten-year-old man."
The two-year-old boy is still alive, Legend of Xiaoyaoyou. Since you have shown your fox tail, I, Xiaoyao, should also make a comeback. Hatred will be my sole purpose. Wang Mingyuan, you probably thought that you were doing things perfectly. I will let you
You pay the price with blood.”
Zhang Yifan disappeared six years ago. During the six years, Xiaoyao used various means to investigate and found out that his enemy was Wang Mingyuan, the chief designer of "Legend". If it were not for revenge in Wang Mingyuan's newly developed "Legend of Xiaoyaoyou",
Xiaoyao wouldn't come here because of a million-dollar reward
