"Don’t you think it’s getting colder and colder if you’re not a big sister?" Ye Lingfeng looked a little uneasy and stepped back around to keep Cheng Yi behind him. If there is an enemy, you must never let Cheng Yi sacrifice his own hands and the body in the underworld. Cheng Yi was injured, but he didn’t say that he was injured and he could run. Cheng Yi was injured, but there was less chance to fight back! But obviously Ye Lingfeng didn’t notice that his first reaction was to stand in front of Cheng Yi, and it was only later that he thought about these rational thoughts! Sometimes it can be more honest than thinking!
Xiang finally got pitted.
It means that this is the first time I have written 500,000 words. I used to write short films before, but I found out that I was a pit after writing a long story! Many of the original outlines can’t be a story, and the plot can’t be controlled well. Plus, there are so many things at home in the past six months that it’s really tangled! Decide to have a good rest for a few days and then think about what to do!
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Ace gunner
Boot-wearing pig
Volume 1 Do you like my bear? 1, pour the world’ beauty’ male
"I’m sorry, I tried my best."
A middle-aged man in a suit and tie at the gate of the Ice and Snow Temple Club said to the youth around him with a full face of apology
The young man wears a pair of rustic black-rimmed glasses and a simple suit as if he had worn it for more than ten years.
If this young man takes off his glasses, tidies his hair and changes his clothes, it will definitely cause many roadside girls to scream, because he is the most popular sharpshooter player in Brilliance, and he has won four WCG individual championships and five team championships in five years, and he has the reputation of "Gun Emperor" in zhaojie.
Zhaojie nodded to the man in the suit and turned away with endless vicissitudes and loss in his eyes.
Yes, he has been excluded from the Ice Temple Club and the account "Fatal Romeo" has been taken back by the club.
In the bustling city, the traffic and crowds are constantly flowing. The huge silver screen outside the building puts on a dazzling number of game videos to attract people’s attention and insert advertisements at any time.
Many young people stopped at the silver screen to comment on the professional players in the game, just like a master.
Once upon a time, zhaojie was one of them.
But these are all so-called for Zhao Jie.
Wandering in the noisy city, the colorful world turned black and white in zhaojie’s eyes.
Once won glory and brilliant scenes flashed in front of my eyes, but there was a sentence in my heart.
"The boss wants to enter the professional league. He has read your account, so please leave."
Zhaojie really wants to laugh and cry.
He can’t resist, he can’t fight for it, and he doesn’t even have a chance to sue
When signing the contract, the account number was written into the club property, because he was just an ordinary college student with the dream of being a professional player.
This is life. Even after two years of hard work, it has won several titles. In the eyes of the rich, it is just an ordinary wage earner. If you want the boss to be happy, you can take away years of hard work and cost to please him. His fat fingers are as thick as keyboard keys.
Zhaojie feels that his heart seems to be gone. He hates this world, what makes him born, his parents, what abandons him at birth, and even more hates this society. Why do you get the fruits by your own efforts, just because others say it?
At this time, a man with a cigar in the top floor of the Ice Temple Club Building said to the former suit man, "What happened? How did he react? "
The man in the suit humbly replied, "There was no response and he left without saying anything."
"Make him disappear," cigar man said lightly. "Once he joins other clubs, it will pose a threat to us."
"Yes …" The man in the suit leaned down.
The next morning, there was a huge storm in Glory. zhaojie, the "Gun Emperor", was shot and killed in his home.
Several players set off a wave of hunting for the real murderer, and several professional players also jointly sued the China Professional Game Alliance.
In less than a week, the truth was found out by a famous female analyst named "Drinking Blood", and the story of the owner of the Ice Temple and his fat pig was published in the newspapers. Suddenly, another huge wave rolled up and tens of millions of players were excited. Although it was hard, the owner and followers of the Ice Temple were still charged with murder by the court, and finally they were put into prison for fifteen years with a suspended sentence, and the Ice Temple Club was dissolved.
A month later, "drinking blood" disappeared in front of everyone. Some people said that she was deeply in love with zhaojie and died.
But these things have been called for Zhao Jie.
Because he found himself in new trouble.
……
Zhaojie was depressed, very depressed.
At the same time, it’s still tangled, seriously tangled
This is a very funny thing, having the reputation of gun king for five years, shooting his head several times in the game, but now other players themselves are shot in the head in reality.
Depression is the idea of wanting to die, and I actually passed through because of a murder!
The entanglement is that although he found that he actually had all the skills learning opportunities of the sharpshooter in Brilliance, all he needed to do was to upgrade and be an unknown sound player, but in this crossing drama, he actually played the role of transvestite … or facial transvestite.
When he woke up, he was in a clear and quiet lake, with a gurgling stream in the distance and a jungle formed by unknown ancient trees behind him, telling him that this is not hell.
I got up in a mess only to find that I seemed to have lost my weak body, which was followed by a vigorous strength and energy.
He looked down at his hands, which were white as jade and slender and smooth, far more perfect than those with thick joints caused by years of playing games.
Continue to look is a pair of arms that feel drooling when you look at them.
"Have you crossed it?" Zhaojie looked at his hand and muttered to himself.
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