"A sharpshooter..." Everyone in Xingxin began to imagine how a sharpshooter named Qiu Musu would look like in an online game. Unexpectedly, Wei Chen shook his head: "No, it's not a sharpshooter, it's all gun types."
"All gun types?"
"A sharpshooter, an ammunition expert, a mechanic, and a gunnery master." Wei Chen said.
"Such a master again!" Fang Rui exclaimed. Of course everyone understands this "again". Isn't Ye Xiu beside them an even more extreme full-time master? (It's such a strange feeling to have such an implant in the title of the book)
"Actually, in that era, there were quite a few such people. Who didn't have a large or small vest size? But there were very few people like them who played every profession to the extreme," Wei Chen said.
"What happened next?" Fang Rui asked.
"Isn't it Xiao Tang who said he died later..." Wei Chen said.
"The car accident, I don't know the details." Tang Rou said.
Then everyone looked at Wei Chen together.
"I don't know too much about him. I only know that when the alliance was formed and everyone formed teams to participate, this person never appeared again. Maybe someone asked Ye Xiu out of curiosity, but the news that came out later said that he passed away.
But no one really knows that he is Su Mucheng's brother. Sigh..." There is no limit to Wei Chen, who actually sighed at the end, expressing his regret.
"How strong is this person?" Fang Rui asked.
"Let's put it this way, when I fight with him, I basically have no chance to chant spells." Wei Chen said solemnly.
Happy everyone, look at me and I look at you. After a long while, Wei Chen didn't get the exclamation expression he expected.
"This isn't very strong, is it?" Fang Rui said.
"Asshole!" Wei Chen immediately knew what Fang Rui was implying: "That was more than ten years ago, when I was still a god-like young man!"
"I'll go!" Fang Rui looked like he couldn't bear to listen.
"Anyway, it's awesome!" Wei Chen said.
"Compared with Ye Xiu, who is more powerful?" Tang Rou was always concerned about who was stronger.
"Well... they fought side by side. We are also very curious about who is stronger among them, but unfortunately there is no answer. There was no answer then. There will be no one now, and there will never be one..." Wei Chen's expression
I started to feel melancholy again.
Everyone was silent. Like Fang Rui, Qiao Yifan, and the others, it was the first time they had heard of this person. There was no way they could empathize with this matter too quickly. But seeing that Wei Chen, a guy with no limits, always felt melancholy and lamented, it was immediately imaginable.
This is such a sad story of a genius dying young.
"If he and Ye Xiu enter Excellent Era together..." Wei Chen just imagined this possibility and couldn't help but shudder.
"What would it be like if he were still here now?" Tang Rou was also imagining.
if……
If so, who wouldn't look forward to it? But what if means often means it's impossible.
"What kind of flower is this?" In front of Su Muqiu's tomb, Ye Xiu asked, looking at the bouquet of flowers placed by Su Mucheng.
"hyacinth."
"Is there anyone like you who changes flowers every year?" Ye Xiu said.
"There must be innovation." Su Mucheng said.
"Is it innovative?" Ye Xiu smiled, "So you used all the flowers to express this flower language?"
"He will like this method." Su Mucheng said.
"Yes." Ye Xiu nodded. The person who imagined the Thousand Chance Umbrella and turned it into reality. Is there anyone in Glory who is more innovative than this person?
And the legacy of his innovation is now shining brightly on the battlefield of glory.
28 consecutive wins.
Ye Xiu put his hands in his pockets, and Lord Grim's account card lay there quietly. This record will be firmly tied to this character, and it is not over yet, it will continue to be refreshed.
I will keep this record forever, but I left one game at the beginning to give you a chance to surpass it.
Ye Xiu stretched out his hand and pressed it on the tombstone. It was these hands that were operating Lord Grim to write miracles in glory.
"If it wasn't me and it was my brother, what would it be like now?" Su Mucheng suddenly asked such a question.
"Oh?" Ye Xiu thought about it seriously, but couldn't come up with an answer.
"Will it always be champion, champion, champion, champion?" Su Mucheng asked.
"Maybe!" Ye Xiu said.
"Mu Yuchengfeng will definitely become more famous than she is now." Su Mucheng said.
"That's not necessarily the case." Ye Xiu said, "The shemale players are really far behind the beautiful players."
"Haha." Su Mucheng laughed, and then put her hand on the tombstone.
"Actually, none of this is important." Su Mucheng said, "It would be great if someone could be here."
Ye Xiu didn't speak anymore, because... there was no what if.
Chen Guo stayed in front of her father's grave for a longer time this time, because this year was so full and fulfilling. She said a lot of things, but she still didn't finish them.
The team won the challenge.
The team struggled at the beginning of the season.
The team has a crazy winning streak.
So many 10 to 0.
The progress of every team member.
A growing guild.
Developed characters.
And now, the rhythm of advancing towards the playoffs and sprinting towards the championship.
Really, too many...
Chen Guo was really tired of saying that, that's all, she just gave a general outline, there were many details, and there were many things she wanted to say!
Chen Guo was in a daze, as if she didn't know whether to continue. Because of this year's enrichment, her way of sweeping graves became a little inappropriate. There were too many things to talk about!
"Boss, do you want some water?" At this time, Chen Guo heard someone talking next to her. She turned around and saw Ye Xiu and Su Mucheng standing beside her with smiles.
Sweeping the grave is a very sad thing. But Ye Xiu and Su Mucheng both know that this year has been very happy for Chen Guo. She obviously wants to bring this happiness with her this time.
"Oh, thank you." Chen Guo took the mineral water and took two sips.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"Yeah." The two nodded.
"Okay, let's go!"
"Have you finished speaking? I don't think you have?" Ye Xiu said. It seemed that he had been listening for a while.
"That's it for now. Let's talk about it later. No one has stipulated that we can only come during the Qingming Festival!" Chen Guo waved her hand coolly, took the lead and walked down the mountain.
Back at Xingxin Internet Cafe, a bunch of people gathered in the training room. They were all huddled together and whispering. As soon as the three people came in, they immediately returned to their original positions and sat upright.
"Ahem, have you gone to visit the grave?" Wei Chen asked.
"yes!"
"Qiu Musu?" Wei Chen asked.
"Yes." Ye Xiu nodded. It is not surprising that a guy with Wei Chen's qualifications knew this name.
"What a pity." Wei Chen said.
"Who says it's not the case!" Ye Xiu smiled and went to his seat to sit down.
The room was quiet. No one spoke anymore. This kind of topic was obviously not suitable for the person involved, Shen Ba. Everyone just knew that there once was a very strong Glory master, but they didn't have time to fight for anything.
Glory left. In contrast, people like them, whether they are strong or weak, whether they are rookies who have just arrived or veterans who are late, they are still working hard to strive for everything, and there is nothing happier than this.
Click, click, click...
There was only the sound of the mouse and keyboard in the room. Everyone was working hard for their own pursuits, but at the same time, everyone also thought of other things they were burdened with.
Wei Chen, at this time, thought of his teammates in the Blue Rain team at that time. They had all left the Glory League. They had left this battlefield. Some of them could still be encountered in life, while some had completely disappeared.
, I don’t know where they went. The championship was their pursuit at that time. In the end, they all left with regret. But now, Wei Chen is back here again.
A stage, with his old skills that are no longer enough to cope with the intensity of today's competition. But even so, he still has something he can carry and carry, right? If he can really win the championship, his gang will
Old brothers, when they hear and see it, will they feel that they have fulfilled a little bit of faith on their behalf?
This feeling is really quite good!
"Hey!" Thinking of this, Wei Chen suddenly called out in a rough voice.
"Who are you feeding?" Ye Xiu asked.
"you!"
"What?"
"I want to play in the next game." Wei Chen said.
"Oh? Are you ready to burn?" Ye Xiu smiled.
"Do you think I'm really just here for sightseeing?" Wei Chen said.
"There are only a few rounds left, is that enough?" Ye Xiu said.
"That's enough." Wei Chen smiled arrogantly, "I know the game better than these rookies."
"Tch..." The training room suddenly burst into boos.
"I said, in terms of professional league experience, you are actually not as good as me, right?" Fang Rui spoke. He is a player in the fifth season and has been playing for more than half of five years. What about Wei Chen? His career has only lasted two seasons and two seasons.
It was only a year ago. Not to mention that there were few teams at that time, the strength was uneven, and the quality of the competition was completely different from what it is now.
"Professional League?" Wei Chen chuckled, "How else would I describe you rookies? This battlefield is called Glory, and the Professional League is just a part of it."
"You mean you are going to the Realm of God to get materials for us?" Fang Rui said.
"You guys are in need of repairs. Let's start a one-on-one fight." Wei Chen shouted.
"I'm afraid of you! Build a room." Fang Rui shouted.
The two of them said that this was more than a vulgarity and a lower limit. Others were standing by, listening and laughing, but they all sprinted more actively and harder.
The past can only be remembered in the heart. The only thing a person can really grasp is the present. Only by grasping the present can he truly control the future.
There are nine rounds left.
Everyone looked at the scoreboard on the wall of the training room. There are still nine rounds of games. If they win these nine rounds, they will enter the playoffs, and then there will be an even more cruel journey. Everything must be grasped from now on, and firmly
Hold on tight!
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Today’s first brush of the day! (To be continued.)