Chapter 287: Gathering and Dispersion (2)

He Cai also remembered that he had a lot of friends in the past. However, one of them unexpectedly became a top master, and then the relationship changed a little and gradually there was no contact.

Chaoren actually has many friends in the game, but what Chaoren remembers is Wei Xiaobao. Few people know that he treats Wei Xiaobao as a friend, not a npc. So he goes to the robbery of the law, so he doesn't care about being trampled to death in the melee. He just wants to do something, just do something for his friends.

He suddenly missed Wei Xiaobao very much!

The monkey rolled around also remembered several friends, who were friends from a small gang. He had been in the game for several years and had never become a big gang. They did not know each other without fighting, and then became friends.

At that time, Monkey was already a RMB player, and it was his friend who taught him how to flexibly use systematic martial arts rather than rigid.

For a while, the monkey did not go online. After he went online, he found that the small gang was gone and destroyed. His friends left him a message saying that he had switched to the modern area...

The gods promised to think of their friend, a friend who had been in conflict with him for about two years. What's funny is that the gods promised to think of why they turned against that friend. They just felt extremely missed and felt that they turned against him for a small matter. It was really stupid...

You have friends, I have friends. The friendship may only last for one year, or nine years.

In nine years, Dongtu players have always had at most 50 million, because those who came came and those who left were leaving were leaving.

There are always people coming in and then people leaving.

Those who come in have become new friends, and those who leave have old friends, those who have yours, and those who have hiss.

Break and reunite, gather and disperse, nothing more than that...

The gatherings and separations in the game are very common, and how many people can remember one day after they parted, oh, it turns out that I have such a good friend.

Someone in the audience remembered his friend and choked up and said, "I regret it so much. When he left, I should have left a contact information."

"I want to be overwhelmed!" Someone looked at the sky and remembered his friends who had left one after another.

We did tasks together, fought together, bragged together, drank together, whistled at the beauty together, and then were beaten into a pig's head by the hot-tempered beauty.

I jumped happily from the waterfall together, but found that the water below was very shallow, and I fell all over the ground for my teeth.

We were making homemade cigarettes together, and then we were poisoned to the point where our three-foot-long tongue was like black and white impermanence.

They rushed to the top and were angry for their friends, rushed thousands of miles overnight, launched suicide attacks on powerful enemies, and then they laughed at the resurrection point together.

We came one after another and left one after another. Only the process is owned by us and treasured together in the most beautiful memory.

I occasionally look it out and taste it, it’s very beautiful.

The singing rang over and over again, stirring people's emotions. Some people burst into tears, some people were crying, and some people hugged their heads and missed everything...

At this time, there is no hostility and no stance. Some of the billions of players are crying on the spot, while others are watching the live broadcast. At this moment, they only have one common identity - a friend.

The singing was rippling, over and over again, and many things that I thought I had forgotten jumped out at this time and said to myself loudly that I could not forget it and was unwilling to give it up.

A hint of sadness and sadness rippled out!

In the video clip that makes the tear glands feel deeply stimulated, one name after another passes by!

Whether you can see it or not, we know that we can't forget you.

Zi Qi Donglai and everyone were red in their eyes, desperately trying to hold back the soreness of their noses.

What tears do the big man shed?

However, the tears finally collapsed.

More than a hundred congregations in China were all squeezed together, holding each other's shoulders, looking at the names passing by, familiar or unfamiliar names in the picture.

Even the disciples who had joined the short-term, the Babu Futu and others burst into tears. At this time, they were all part of the Shenzhou Society, regardless of you or me.

Some are just the same feelings.

As long as you know, even if you leave, we will not forget you.

I silently recited those names. Before the white clouds and black soil, I was the judge. Before the judge, there were more and more people who could not even mention the names. There were sword flying, lucky cats, Beidou, and many more...

The twin brothers were filled with tears and hugged each other desperately because they knew that there would be no such opportunity in the future.

When hundreds of millions of players looked at Shenzhou, this was so good that it was like a person's feelings, and suddenly felt envy. But soon, the envy disappeared. They also had their own friends, so why bother envious of others?

The ultimate assassin looked at each other, and had an urge to have passion. But the ultimate assassin was cold and motionless. His expression was like saying, "What shit, who cares about this?" I don't need friends, relatives, and love...

Mulan Wuxue had already burst into tears. Seeing the assassin showing a hint of tenderness, she quietly stretched out her hand and held him!

The ultimate assassin struggled for a while, but not Mulan was determined. He melted a certain hard shell like ice and snow...

The twin brother walked up to Xu Xi, hugged him vigorously, and shouted loudly in the singing: "Lao Xi, thank you, we will never forget you in our lives. No matter where we are, we are friends!"

Xu Xi smiled: "We are friends!"

Yes, we are friends!

Thank you, we have been friends.

From the blood-thorning challenge of the Shenzhou Association to the contestants' lives to block the Shenzhou Association, from the monopoly of the eight sword-tall contest in Dongtu, to the storm of sending friends.

During this sword contest, players' excitement was triggered many times, and a series of storms broke out.

From the glory of monopolizing the quarterfinals to the touch of sending friends to each other, the emotions of players reached a peak twice in a row.

Everything made this sword competition an insurmountable classic, and this year became the most talked about.

Because this year, not only will China reach a new peak again, it is the foundation for a new glory, but it also arouses the touching and sadness of all players.

There is true love, friendship, glory, decline, reunion and separation. Everything constitutes the most unforgettable memory of this Dongtu Sword Contest.

Until many years later, some people can still remember the details of this sword contest and repeatedly recall it.

No matter what scale or glory the Dongtu swordsmanship will be, it will be difficult to surpass.

This is a Dongtu Sword Contest that belongs to the Shenzhou Association, and this is a Dongtu Sword Contest that belongs to hundreds of millions of players.

No matter how deliberately created the atmosphere or imitated it later, many things can no longer be copied.

This is also the only record in the history of Dongtu swordsmanship that has been interrupted for one day for some reason.

The president of the game company announced that all competitions were postponed for one day, which made all players very satisfied. At this time, they hoped to return to the inn, get along with friends and tell the past.

The ultimate assassin did not leave immediately, but instead intercepted Xu Xi's way.

He quietly shook Mulan Wuxue away and kept holding his hand. The hand was very warm, and even his sweat seemed very warm.

The ultimate assassin suddenly hated this feeling a little. He firmly believed that he just admired and wanted to do something for Mulan Wuxue.

But in the moment just now, he actually shook his original persistence a little and remembered Xu Xi's words, "You like her."

As a stubborn person who has no friends or relatives, he doesn't believe that he will really like someone. He is willing to believe that what he likes is money, cash, figure and beauty, but he is definitely not a woman.

This will make him become as indecisive as Xu Xi, and he hates this feeling.

Anyway, what happened just now touched and saddened countless people. The only thing that had no emotional change was him. He always thought that Xu Xi was very mother-in-law. This is the case when doing business and playing games.

It's just a game, it's just someone I know in the game. Is it necessary to do this?

He still firmly believes that no matter what he does, whether to make friends or sex, it is just one sentence: this is just a business.

He stood in front of Xu Xi, quietly and coldly shook off the gentle little hand that made him shake for a while: "You won, but you won't keep winning."

Xu Xi smiled, his eyes swept across the faces of the sixty or seventy masters who were pricked with blood: "Have you ever won?"

The ultimate assassin's tone was stagnant, and his tone was even colder: "You win, you have the right to be proud. But you know that's not the end."

"I'll wait for you after the sword contest!"

"You and my decisive battle!" The ultimate assassin turned his shaky sword backwards: "Look clearly, I broke my bet before the game, and I will fulfill it in front of you now."

A sword passed by his neck, and a bunch of blood was sprinkled on Xu Xi's face. Xu Xi was helpless: "Actually, I believe you, there is no need to commit suicide in front of me like this."

"His blood is cold!" Xu Xi said to the shocked Mulan Wuxue with a wry smile.

Half an hour later, at the resurrection point, the ultimate assassin squatted on the ground without any image. Mulan Wuxue signaled Jinghua Shuiyue and others to disperse, and she slowly walked to him and squatted down.

"You have a feud with the Western Hemisphere?"

"No!"

"You hate him?"

"No!"

"You want to defeat him." Mulan Wuxue smiled.

"Yes!" The ultimate assassin did not move.

"He said your blood was cold!" Mulan Wuxue remembered how the man in front of her advised her to leave Qiangwei for a few months ago. At first, she didn't want it. But soon, she found that it was a different feeling to walk alone in the world. After letting go of her responsibilities, she felt very good to be able to indulge herself.

The ultimate assassin finally moved his eyebrows: "My blood is cold."

Mulan Wuxue shook her head seriously and squatted with him regardless of his image: "Your blood is not cold, but there is too little time to be hot."

"Do you know, I know from Feng Yue that everyone in the blood is your subordinate. I was surprised when you spent money to hire him." Mulan Wuxue leaned her head, feeling a rare cuteness. She remembered the ultimate assassin approaching her past with clumsy techniques.

Mulan found that she liked the synthetic benzene and even seemed a little stupid and clumsy assassin: "Why are you hiring, not friends? Look at the Western Hemisphere, he has many friends."

"I don't need friends, friends are just a business." The ultimate assassin sneered, his eyes a little flustered, but for some reason he didn't want to look at Mulan's eyes.

"Where are the relatives?"

"The relatives don't need it, they are still a business!" The ultimate assassin continued to sneer.
To be continued...