"Ah, you are exaggerating." Companions do not believe, "accepting a failure will not affect people's evaluation of you."

So don't tell such a lie that can be exposed at once to make up for your failure.

"you can believe it or not," she rolled her eyes. "anyway, I don't want to meet this man again, hurting my self-esteem."

"that's because you have a bad look in your eyes. if you meet the boss, you will show your true face."

Mu Zhi subconsciously wanted to retort, turned to think of his boss's great achievements, and hesitated:

Although boss was coaxed around, but who is the boss, the famous camouflage master 'Qianxi' was seen through by him at a glance. Doesn't it take two eyes to see through that player?

"anyway, when will the boss come? If you don't come, I should have had enough to eat. "

"Ah." There was a sudden discordant noise downstairs.

The two poked their heads out and saw the singers and dancers stop moving on the stage, and the crowd cracked a crack to reveal a scarlet carpet below. The beautiful men and women hunting found surprise, fiddled with their style, and were eager to try.

Before the people were near, the people on both sides looked at the other end and opened their mouths to say hello. Even the host of the party came to the door to greet him with his beautiful new girlfriend.

A man in a black uniform pushed open the door and came with several people on the scarlet carpet with a cold light outside. the ambiguous warmth of the party spread from his thick sideburns to the gold-rimmed glasses, sketching a gentle and handsome face.

He smiled at the crowd.

"Ah, it's the boss!" The Muzhi upstairs was surprised.

"Brother Sam." The middle-aged man squeezed up and greeted him with a flattering smile, "you come here to play, too."

"Mr. Dongfeng is invited. How can you not come over?" Sam held out his white-gloved hand and shook it with him.

Dongfeng listened carefully and smiled more proudly on his face. He laughed and shook it with him: "Brothers Sam!" If I had known you were coming, I would have sent someone to pick you up. "

Sam's smile remained the same: "I won't go in. I want to talk to Mr. Dongfeng about something." Do you think we should find a place, or? "

Dongfeng heard something wrong and smiled for two seconds.

"Today is my girlfriend's birthday. I'm putting it down beforehand, and we'll talk about it in detail later. Don't worry, there's plenty of time. " He reached out for a good shoulder, but was blocked by a white glove.

"does that mean you don't want to talk?"

Sam was still smiling, gentle and gentle, but the smile was inconspicuous.

"one venue and one person in charge, but Dongfeng's business has achieved Hong en's territory. We all have rules for doing things. I don't know if Mr. Dongfeng is going to lose money or to pay for his life. "

There was a moment of silence at the party, surrounded by their guests, and even the beautiful men and women held their breath nervously for fear of breaking the sudden silence.

"Ha, ha, Saman little brother is really joking," Dongfeng let go of the woman's hand, "this matter, I personally and Hong en's boss said."

Sam withdrew his right hand and looked at Dongfeng: "I'm in charge of this."

As we all know, Sam's territory does not allow human trading, this is his rule. Whoever breaks his rules is looking for trouble on purpose.

The people of Dongfeng not only broke into his territory, but also broke his rules, that is, hit him in the face.

Dongfeng's business comes with quick money, but it is all stained with blood. They bully and seduce, lure those young and beautiful newlyweds to sell, sell dignity, sell personality, sell to the end there is nothing to sell, can only ask for death.

Sam forgot why he became the person he is now, but he still remembers that some money could not be made.

Dongfeng held his breath in his stomach, and he felt that he had been brushed his face and turned blue.

"do me a favor." He said reluctantly, with a ruthless look in his eyes, as if to say that if Sam didn't give him this face, Sam wouldn't have a good result himself.

Sam chuckled and bit off a white glove: "you didn't give me face."

Several of his subordinates stood up in the crowd, and so did Dongfeng's men on the other side.

The guests fled in all directions, and the men and horses on both sides had already fought together, pushing all the way to countless broken tables and chairs.

Muzhi, who knew that her force was not worth much, immediately hid in a safe corner, and the small metal bug lying on her ring flew away from the ring and photographed everything at the scene.

The game props purchased by shopping malls have no effect on players. Everyone uses cold weapons such as sticks, knives and guns, and a few use guns and ammunition that can only be purchased with silver shellfish.

Silver shellfish is a scarce item, so are guns and ammunition. So these fights always seem a little less exciting.

However, in the game community, players are unable to kill players and go too far, such as torture and killing, and will be officially punished.

So everyone will choose a simple way to fight, rather than having to use precious firearms.

The players in the community are immortal. No matter how serious the injury is, it will be chopped off. As long as it is in the player community, it will recover slowly. But players want to enter the game, with disability will affect the game, so it is still very dangerous.

And the bad nature of fights and killings between players will deduct a lot of money, so there is a blood feud between players, all choose to solve in the game, the game is dead, is really dead.

Just disappear after three lives.

Dongfeng pushed away his girlfriend and pulled out a gun, but let Sam kick his boots to the ground.

He looked gentle and clean, but he was particularly ruthless when he started.

Dongfeng was kicked and confused, Sam swung the bench down like a rainstorm, and the gun in his hand was shot down, picked up by the younger brother next to Sam, and put it away happily.

A face to face, Dongfeng has fallen to the ground. Sam pulled a chair with one hand and sat by himself, pressing the chair against Dongfeng.

His hair was not messy, his clothes were flat, and he slowly took off the other white glove.

Tonight's East Star City is as lively as ever, but Ren Yifei on the other end sleeps peacefully in the evening wind.

A boxy concrete room, a door and a window, a wooden bed and a bathroom, not even a light.

Attached to the ground belt building formwork, Ren Yifei spent less than 50 white shellfish, adding at most a little daily necessities and bedding, full of 50 white shellfish.

He fell into a deep sleep, breathing evenly, and the strange red rope on his wrist glowed blood red.

Ren Yifei had a dream.

This is like a set, everyone is very tall, he looked up at the strange world, with a little curiosity and happiness, his eyes seemed to have stars twinkling.

There is a woman's voice in the dream: "Director, director, give this child another chance."

"it's not that I don't give it, he doesn't cry. At this time. "

The voice of someone talking came from there on and off, vaguely, and there were layers of frosted glass between people and voices.

He stood there, looking around blankly, the tall shadow passing through his body.

These shadows seem to be talking, but they become a world of their own, which has nothing to do with him. He only finds it novel and interesting.

In this strange world, only one person is clear.

That is a woman's back, red dress, bright like freshly twisted flower juice.

The woman in red turned around. She had a very beautiful face, like a flamboyant rose.

The woman came up to him step by step and stood in front of him.

He tilted his head and his neck was tired.

The woman's face turned against the light and vaguely saw the sharp tusks in her mouth: "are you still smiling?"

He stood in the shadow at a loss: isn't it good to laugh?

A huge hand fell from the sky and grabbed the doll in his hand.

I don't know when the doll appeared in his hand. it was a black rabbit with a lot of tiny teeth bitten bald spots on its ears. Oh, it seems to be his favorite thing.

The knife-like claws on the woman's fingers tore away his doll and tore it to pieces.

As soon as she opened her mouth, her voice burst out like a mountain torrent: "cry for me"

"I hate. I hate acting. "

The short child looked up and looked at him across the dream with a similar face.

"I know," said Ren Yifei, "but the world is so bad that wherever you go, there is only one way to act."

Ren Yifei woke up and looked at the concrete ceiling.

Nasty dream.

He felt under the pillow, not at home, and there was no sugar under the pillow.

No sugar, not happy.

Outside the window is pitch dark, there is no moon, there are no stars, there are colorful things swimming in the sky, but the light of those things is too weak to dispel the darkness.

In the face of the silent night, he did not know how to deal with this gloomy mood, and a dark cloud pressed him, out of breath.

Ren Yifei's fingers rubbed the red rope, which shone red as red as blood.

The corner of desolation, that's what the white screen system calls this place.

A world different from a civilized society.

The last system of the underworld that came to him turned him from a man into a ghost. what is the thing that comes to him going to do?

Here, shell coins are used as the currency in circulation, everything depends on purchase, and the only shopping mall also viciously states that all goods in this mall do not have the ability to reproduce.

He wants three meals and a trip, and he has to pay for it.

Here it seems that no one is forced to participate in the game, but the word "ask for money" is written everywhere.

About the Horn of Desolation, about the game, he knew right away.

Ren Yifei is so sleepy that he wants to have a rest.

Anything other than sleep can be put aside for a while.

The world outside the window is still dark, but his world has changed, and Ren Yifei has come to his thinking world.

It was also a small room with concrete slabs on four sides, and countless books hung from the ceiling, pressing down like black clouds.

Every book there is a character, created by Ren Yifei.

He lay on the concrete board, looking at the book clouds above.

A book fell and fell into his hand, and on the writing stood a cheerful and smiling young man, dressed in a faded coat and coarse cloth, and standing there lazily on a pair of shoes with thousands of soles.

Punk.

Looking at idleness, in fact, the blood is not cold.

That's nice. It's a hot one.

He pillowed on the book and felt all kinds of warm and soft emotions coming from it.

For a moment, he felt like a cold-blooded animal lying on a stone, lazily basking in the sun, so warm that he inevitably had the illusion that he was actually warm.

But when the sun faded, everything went back to the way it was.

Feeling the warmth of the book, he slowly closed his eyes and let his soul stretch out as if he were in the sun.

It's so warm, punk's feelings.

"you see," he said to the young child in the dream, "that's the kind of creature we are. If we don't act, we can't live."