As a result, the world communication channel rang out at this time. This is an independent channel similar to a chat room. This game space is very broad. In an extremely realistic cultivation environment, it is specially designed to provide an additional channel for players from all over the world.
A platform for exchanging news, commonly known as Xiuzhen Daily.
"Excuse me, the peerless sword moves to kill all things reappears in the world, and the sword holder is actually a beautiful woman!"
"Hahaha, it's absolutely impossible. It must be that cold bully again. Last time he bragged that he had learned this sword move! In the end, he had a duel with the disciple of Tianqi Sect and was beaten to pieces!"
"Hey, don't tell me, the person who broke the news is really Leng Yanhua! I can't believe it, I can't believe it!"
"However, Leng Yanhua emphasized that he has never seen such a beautiful woman. I'm really curious."
"Hey, don't believe what he says. What kind of beauty? I'm afraid he has never seen a real beauty."
"I'm very interested in this. Since this game cannot be exited, the true faces of all the players have been revealed. Those so-called goddesses in the past, hahaha, they are all acting like pigs. It's so funny."
"Hahaha, yes, yes, just say that one..."
Gradually the conversation went awry.
Leng Yanhua naturally saw everyone's discussion, his face turned red, and he hurriedly closed his Cultivation Daily, and said a little narrowly: "This, that... I didn't mean to leak the secret, I'm sorry. I sometimes
My brain is spinning. But I am telling the truth when I say you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen."
Tianmiao took a sip of wine and said calmly: "It's okay. Thank you for the compliment."
Leng Yanhua smiled stupidly and felt relieved when he saw that Tianmiao was indeed not angry or fussy.
After the two of them drank and dined, Leng Yanhua paid the bill, and then followed Tian Miao to the mass grave.
In fact, as soon as he left the town, Tianmiao felt the raging demonic energy, especially the tree-lined path leading to the mass graves, while Leng Yanhua looked okay. It seemed that only she could feel this thing.
arrive.
It was very quiet all the way around. Leng Yaohua was a person who could choke himself to death if he didn't speak for a while. He couldn't help but ask: "Miss Tian, what do you actually do?"
"Huh? A shop owner." Tianmiao replied, someone who opened a black shop is indeed right.
Leng Yanhua praised: "Hey, you are a successful person! You really have a different temperament from other people! And I am just a younger writer who likes to write novels. I recently wrote a new book, "The Shadow of the Shadow". From now on, Miss Tian
Now that I'm out, I can take a look, okay? But because this crappy game can't be offline, I've stopped updating for a long time. I don't know if the few readers I have will miss me? Or will they still want to get 40 meters?
Cut me with a machete?"
"Okay." Tianmiao spat out one word lightly.
Leng Yanhua was chattering along the way. Most of the time, Tianmiao just answered with a yes or a smile. Later, he simply blocked his words in his mind. Really, he talked so much that it made his head hurt.
After walking for about twenty minutes, the scenery of the tree-lined avenue suddenly changed and turned into various kinds of withered trees. In front of them was a wasteland, large and small grave bags, various sacrificial supplies and paper money flying around to remind them of the chaos.
The burial mound has arrived.
(I am also a younger writer, woo woo woo, I also want to stop updating, but I am afraid that you will chop me with a 40-meter sword! I dare not.)