A playground like a jungle.

The first wealthy is leading the players of Brother Xiao's support club to besiege a contract player.

If Xiao Lan was there, he would find that this was an acquaintance——

The little braid with a baseball bat and beach shorts from the Endymion.

The little braids at the moment are feeling irritable.

The group of people in front of them are not strong, most of them are intermediate players, and occasionally there are a few advanced ones who are not top-notch characters.

If they were separated, he would be able to scoop them all with one stick, and it wouldn't take much time at all.

But when the group fought, the division of labor was clear.

It was divided into several parts under the command of the green-haired killing Matt in the distance.

Carrying damage, melee output, creating obstacles, and long-range sneak attacks are the same as fighting bosses in the game.

and……

He looked at Zhao Xiaohe, and there were even rare healers in this group of little bugs.

Although it seems to be only intermediate, it also caused him a lot of trouble.

Not only that, but this group is so slippery.

Even those players with physiques are beaten and run away, and they are not allowed to hammer people to death again.

Their fighting methods are also eclectic, and they come up with all kinds of indiscriminate tricks, which are simply too difficult to deal with.

Dodging a trick to kill a thousand years, and dodging a trick to steal a peach from a monkey, Xiao Braid felt like the blue veins on his forehead were popping up.

These little bugs are so annoying, especially the green hair that jumps up and down.

His face darkened, he clenched the baseball bat in his hand tightly, and glanced dangerously across the court.

He intends to directly give them a once and for all, let them understand that the contract is not something that these guys can provoke.

Braid raised his weapon, and the ground beneath his feet suddenly sank an inch.

The besieged players also felt that the situation was not good, and it seemed that they were going to open up.

They carefully observed his actions, ready to see if the situation was not going well... Slip away first.

But suddenly, Braid's movements froze.

The contract mark lit up on his forehead, but this mark did not absorb his power, but instead expanded, and later even gradually spread to half of his body.

Braid didn't feel right, and he was about to fight back with tensed muscles.

But he was surprised to find that he could not defy the power of the contract mark at all, which made his heart sink suddenly.

The mark was still expanding, and it was beginning to erode his will.

Braid struggled hard, trying to keep himself awake.

But the look in his eyes was getting weaker and weaker and gradually became dull.

In the next instant, the hard white armor completely enveloped him, turning him into a white knight.

The white knight stood still, motionless, like a sculpture.

The first rich and noble have a bad intuition. Although they don't know what this thing is, it is obvious that the other party has become stronger.

She immediately shouted: "Run!"

Everyone in Brother Xiao's support club did not hesitate at all, and within three seconds, the previously crowded battlefield instantly quieted down.

They slipped away and took the trash with them.

It seems that "Three-Second Running Crash **" really didn't learn in vain.

After a while, the eyes of the white knight's helmet lit up.

A powerful coercion emanated from him, cold and terrifying.

Pigtail's personal will has been completely lost, but his body moved autonomously, and a spear appeared in his hand immediately.

The white knight turned his head slightly, looking for his opponent, but found that there was no one around.

White Knight: "..."

——

Another playground.

It looks like a reinforced concrete city.

The contract player in front of Mu Yang who was about to receive a lunch box turned into a white knight holding a long sword almost at the same time, and his combat power soared in an instant, almost sending him away with a sword.

As soon as Cheng Wen appeared in time, he dragged him away from the back with his collar, allowing Mu Yang to escape.

Mu Yang looked at the white knight with lingering fears: "Boss, what is this?"

Cheng Wenyi moved his wrist: "I don't know, let's play a game and see. Xiao Yang, don't get close to him first, just provide remote support."

"Okay." Mu Yang nodded.

After the explanation, Cheng Wen rushed to the white knight who suddenly appeared in front.

Cheng Wen shot the white knight with a single shot.

The silver bullet pierced directly into the gap of the white knight's helmet.

The bullet, which could have easily penetrated several walls, hit the White Knight without making any sound, as if it had been swallowed.

After the white knight was attacked, he instantly charged towards Cheng Wen.

Although he was wearing heavy armor, it didn't seem to affect his speed at all, and the snow-white long sword suddenly swept towards Cheng Wenyi.

The sword's edge was so fast that only an afterimage remained, with an icy killing intent.

Cheng Wen jumped straight from the spot, his movements were extremely light, and after borrowing strength from the buildings around him, he jumped higher again.

He was still in the air, still raising his gun to return fire, and the accuracy of the shooting was not affected in the slightest.

Under Xiao Chengyan's Spartan education, Chengwen Yi is not only skilled, but also has both melee and long-range abilities.

Finding the opportunity, Cheng Wen approached the white knight and suddenly kicked him in the chest.

At the moment of the kick, Cheng Wenyi was slightly surprised. He felt as if he was standing under a solid barrier that could not be shaken.

The white long sword waved towards Cheng Wen once again.

Cheng Wen dodged to one side, but this time his arm was scratched because he was too close.

After getting away from the white knight again, Cheng Wenyi frowned slightly.

This attack is so weird, it's obviously a physical attack, but his skills can't eliminate it.

The white knight kicked on the ground, ready to rush towards Cheng Wenyi again.

At this moment, a quagmire appeared out of thin air under his feet. There seemed to be an infinite suction in the quagmire, which firmly sucked his feet, causing his movements to stagnate.

This is Mu Yang launching his own skills.

This time he summoned a mage character, and he just released a quagmire spell at the right time, and successfully controlled the white knight temporarily.

Cheng Wen Yi took the opportunity to change his bullet.

This time he changed to a red bullet.

On the surface of the red bullet, there are flame patterns, and if you look closely, the flames seem to be burning.

"Bang——" The red bullet drew a scorching arc in the air and went straight to the White Knight.

The bullet exploded on the body of the white knight.

The flame and temperature like an exploding artillery shell shattered all the surrounding glass.

However, after the explosion, the White Knight still stood there.

A red bullet was embedded in his arm, like a brand, and it was constantly burning.

Cheng Wenyi: "This guy is really strong..."

With that said, another series of red bullets poured out, and the constant explosions and surging heat waves made the surrounding become like hell.

After a series of explosions.

The original position of the White Knight was quiet, and no movement was heard.

But the smoke hasn't dissipated, and it's not clear what's going on inside.

Cheng Wenyi didn't put it down, he still raised his gun on alert.

Suddenly, a powerful suction appeared.

Cheng Wenyi felt like he was attacked by some force majeure, and his body rushed forward involuntarily.

In the smoke in front of him, a white long sword was emitting a white light and attacked his head.

"Boss!" Mu Yang was in a hurry, and directly backhanded a mud wall technique, standing between Cheng Wenyi and the white knight.

Under the attack of the white long sword, the earth wall technique only persisted for a moment and then shattered.

But this moment was enough, Cheng Wenyi took the opportunity to break away from the other party's strange controlling power.

The figure of the white knight stepped out of the smoke again.

There are several red burning bullet marks on his body, and these bullet marks are constantly expanding, but they still cannot stop his actions in a short time.

Cheng Wenyi's face sank.

It's not because the other party is still alive after attacking for so long, but because——

A section of his hair was cut off.

His perfect hairstyle...was ruined!

Know how important his hairstyle is? Did you know that even a sliver of his hair would affect the integrity of the entire look?

What's more, it's still such a beautiful sword.

The gap is so flat, without layers and lack of design.

There had never been such an ugly cut in his hair.

Cheng Wen was angry.

He took out a golden bullet and put it in the gun.

Cheng Wenyi's tone still sounded calm: "Xiao Yang, go further."

Although the boss's tone was calm, Mu Yang felt bad when he saw the boss's appearance.

Seeing this, he directly manipulated the mage to give himself a body light technique, and disappeared in a flash.

It was so fast that it seemed like he was running for his life.

Run out so far, so far that the city just fought can no longer be seen.

Mu Yang felt almost safe when a huge explosion sounded behind him.

He turned around and saw a mushroom cloud rising like a small nuclear explosion in the distance.

It seems that the boss is really angry.

Why is this guy so hard to think about, he wants to do something to the boss's hair.

You know, his boss is a ruthless character who "you cut my hair, I'll cut your head".

——

Xiao Lan fell all the way down.

He seems to have been falling for a long time, so long that he has no concept of time, and he almost can't remember who he is.

Finally, Xiao Lan felt that her feet had stepped on solid ground.

The entrance is the cement staircase of an old building, with smooth marks left by people after being trampled on for years. The surrounding walls are a little dirty, and all kinds of stains and scratches are left on it, revealing the vicissitudes of time.

Xiao Lan looked around, what was he doing?

The scent of the meals of various households can be heard in the corridor, the sky is a gorgeous sunset, and the voices of people returning home can be vaguely heard greeting each other.

Oh... yes, he is going home.

Today is the weekend, he finished his part-time job and is going home for dinner.

When Xiao Lan returned home, he touched his body and found that he did not have the key.

So he had to knock on the door for someone inside to open it for him.

"dong dong dong"

After hearing the knock on the door, the door rang quickly.

It was a very beautiful woman who came to open the door, exuding a gentle but firm temperament.

She is no longer young, but the fine lines on her face still detract from her beauty, but she is a little too thin and looks like she is not in good shape.

This is Xiao Lan's mother, Wen Qi.

Wen Qi smiled when she saw Xiao Lan: "Lan Lan, why did you forget to bring the key?"

Xiao Lan nodded to her: "Well, I probably forgot when I went out."

Xiao Lan walked into the house. It was an old house with a small area, but it was kept clean.

Their mother and son sold the original house in order to pay off the debt, and they often moved around in various rental houses.

This is the house they rented recently. It is very old and the location is not good, but the rent is cheap.

Inside the house is the smell of food.

Wen Qi's cooking skills are very good. In Xiao Lan's heart, her mother's cooking has always been better than the food in the restaurant outside.

Wen Qi said to her son, "I'm tired, go wash your hands, I've stewed beef brisket for you today."

Although they have no money, they cannot afford to live in a good house or wear good clothes.

But Wen Qi is still very concerned about children's nutrition.

She has never treated her children badly with food, whether it is meat, vegetables or milk, she will arrange for Xiao Lan.

Maybe Xiao Lan is not as tall as some people, but also has the care of her mother.

Xiao Lan looked around, feeling a little nostalgic in her heart.

After thinking about it, he felt strange again, this is his own home, why does it feel like he hasn't been back for a long time...

Wen Qi found her son's weirdness, and couldn't help laughing: "Why are you stunned? People who are adults still like to be in a daze."

When Xiao Lan heard the word "adult", she felt a strange feeling in her heart.

Adulthood, what seems to happen...

But in the blink of an eye, he put the thought behind him again and went to wash his hands to prepare for dinner.

At the dinner table, Xiao Lan was eating the dishes made by her mother.

The moment his mouth was occupied by the familiar taste, he suddenly felt a little warm in his eyes.

He didn't know the reason, could it be that he was too hungry today?

Wen Qi suddenly said, "I received a call from the doctor today, saying that there is a new therapy that I can try to treat my disease..."

Xiao Lan said, "Then we'll go see it tomorrow."

Wen Qi hesitated: "But...the cost of treatment..."

Xiao Lan: "It's alright, the treatment is important, I will find a way."

Wen Qi looked at her son, and there seemed to be complicated emotions in his eyes that he couldn't understand.

After a long time, she nodded: "Okay."

Early the next morning, Xiao Lan took a leave of absence from the place where she worked and accompanied her mother to the hospital.

The period after that was followed by numerous tests, then consultations, and finally surgery.

After nervously waiting outside the operating room for a long time, Xiao Lan finally waited for her mother who was pushed out.

The doctor said to Xiao Lan, "The operation was very successful, so I just need to rest and recuperate, and I will come back for regular check-ups in the future."

Wen Qi was still sleeping under the effect of anesthesia, her peaceful sleeping face was pale and beautiful.

Xiao Lan looked at her mother's sleeping face and listened to the good news from the doctor, but a strange feeling appeared in her heart again.

It's like... he seems to know the operation won't work...

The mother who came out of the operating room did not seem to be sleeping peacefully like this.

It was a gradually cold, gray complexion and eyes that would never be opened again.

Xiao Lan blocked his dangerous thoughts in time.

It's a good thing that my mother was cured. It must be because he was too worried and thought too much.

After thanking the doctor, Xiao Lan returned to the ward with her mother.

After a period of recovery, Wen Qi was finally discharged from the hospital.

Xiao Lan packed her things in a good mood and went home with her mother.

It was already early summer, and the phoenix trees on the streets were very lush.

Some dazzling sunlight fell from the gaps in the leaves, forming small spots on the ground.

The weather is not too hot, it makes people feel very comfortable.

Walking on the street, Wen Qi smiled briskly: "We will definitely get better and better in the future."

Xiao Lan also smiled: "Yes."

Wen Qi said: "At that time, we will find a way to find the missing father. If he can come back, our family can be reunited."

The words "Dad" seemed to have pressed a switch, and the feeling of something wrong in my heart gradually connected in series.

Dad, it seems to be different from what Mom said...

He is not missing, but...

A lazy and arrogant young man's voice sounded in his mind:

"Tyrant? Hehe, the real tyrant is Xiao Chengyan, and I can't even count him as ten or two."

"Xiao Chengyan never explained any reason to me. He just said, 'Since it's my son, I'll give him a chance as a gift of age.' I think you should know this better than I do."

Then came another voice, this time much lower:

"Resistance, change, it is impossible without sacrifice, this is the same at all times, anyone may die, and I will be an exception if it doesn't make sense."

"Watch the fireworks?"

"Goodbye son, hahahahahaha..."

Xiao Lan suddenly realized something.

Dad, Xiao Chengyan, descended into the world, disobedient...

He saw that he had a lot of wounds because of his part-time work, and his palms were covered with calluses because of years of training.

Then he turned his head and looked at his face in the reflection in the window. The young man in the reflection was already an adult, with clear facial features and clear and firm eyes. This was not what he looked like back then.

Why didn't he realize it before?

As she walked, Wen Qi found that her son did not follow.

She turned her head in confusion: "What's wrong, Lan Lan? Are you too tired and uncomfortable recently?"

As she said that, she looked at her son, trying to find something wrong in him.

Xiao Lan looked at the ruddy face in front of her eyes, her mother who looked a little younger without the pain and suffering, and finally woke up.

His mom actually didn't get better at all, the operation was a failure, and she died at the time.

She was pale and haggard when she died, and she could barely see her beauty back then.

His mother shouldn't be here.

The mother in front of him was just a fabrication based on his memories.

It's all fake, a sweet illusion.

All the sense of disobedience that appeared in his heart before was telling him to wake up quickly.

It's beautiful here, but it's not your world.

Xiao Lan looked at Wen Qi and whispered, "I'm leaving."

Wen Qi was puzzled: "Where are we going? Aren't we going home?"

Xiao Lan shook her head: "I'm going... In the face of what I have to do, there are still many people waiting for me. I don't know if I can succeed in the end, but I have to do it."

The battle with Advent World continues, ignoring that the player is deeply involved in it, and Luo's life and death are unknown.

He has to do something to break this situation.

Wen Qi still didn't seem to understand, and seemed to think of something. She tried to ask, "Same as father?"

Xiao Lan was surprised by her sharpness, but he still nodded.

Wen Qi sighed with emotion: "You guys... as expected of father and son..."

She looked up at her son, who was much taller than herself, with both relief and reluctance in her eyes.

Wen Qi still smiled: "Come on, mom can't help you, and I don't know what it is, so you can all be so desperate. But I hope you take good care of yourself, stick to your own path, and don't be afraid."

Although she was just a phantom pieced together based on Xiao Lan's memories, her concern for her son at this moment was real.

Xiao Lan gave her one last look with nostalgia: "Goodbye, Mom."

After speaking, he turned to leave.

Wen Qi's voice came from behind: "come back early and bake your favorite cookies for you."

Xiao Lan's footsteps paused, but he didn't look back, just said softly, "Okay."

But what mom doesn't know is...

Her children will never eat the biscuits she makes.