"This second slap is to teach you a dirty dog for Brother Yi."
Li xianglian was very embarrassed at this time. His face was black and blue, and his mouth was still bleeding.
He wiped his mouth, stretched out his hand and grasped the blood, and even took a knife. Caicai’s wrist said coldly, "Scumbag? Can you be responsible for this sentence? "
Knife Caicai slightly one leng, she hesitated, because a lot of things are hearsay, and there is no evidence to prove that this man is the murderer who killed Brother Round.
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Chapter one hundred and twenty-five Her past
"What do you mean? Don’t you know it in your heart? " Knife Caicai, although she has some hesitation in her heart, still pretends to be calm on the surface.
Lee Sang-soo chuckled and sent her wrist back with a knife. Caicai was temporarily unstable and went back several steps.
He got up and walked towards her step by step. In the moonlight, Li Xiangrong’s face was completely covered by the shadow of bangs on his forehead, and he could not see any expression.
"What do you want? I’m telling you! I’m not easy to handle. "Knife Caicai threw a dagger from the cuff. Bei tooth bit a step and stabbed Li Xiangkun in the past.
Lee Sang-soo took a lift and just held the dagger’s sharp edge. The hand strength aggravated the knife, and Caicai was no longer able to get closer.
She saw the blood drop by drop along the dagger, let go of her hand and fell to the ground with her legs.
Li Xiangkun threw the dagger aside, tore a piece of cloth from his clothes, bandaged the wound, and took out a bottle of injury recovery agent from his bag and dried it.
"Whoops" Knife Caicai put his hands over his face and began to cry lightly. Unconsciously, he was infected by this sad atmosphere around him.
Li Xiangkui was at a loss. What he was most afraid of was that women cried, especially in front of him. He squatted down and asked, "Why are you crying?"
"I was going to kill you just now. Why didn’t you hide?" Knife Caicai will face buried legs sound choked me.
Li Xiangkun is also very curious about what he didn’t dodge just now, but he will hold the blade, perhaps because he doesn’t want to be wronged by the culprit.
"This is a game. If you die, you will be resurrected." He smiled a few times and said casually.
Knife Caicai raised his little face and tearful eyes, which made people feel a little distressed.
"That’s not funny! Even the most basic self-defense reaction of the game should have it, right? If you don’t get out of the way, say that you are consciously suppressing yourself. "
Li Xiangkun is not sure what kind of person this little girl really is. Sometimes she is as pitiful as a white lotus and sometimes as seductive as a rose.
It seems that Li Xiang-Lian was puzzled and she burst out laughing. "Whether I was discovered by you or I just tried to attack you, I am the real me."
Then her eyes gradually fell into memories and began to talk about the past.
Wind Sword Wheel and Knife Caicai are neighbors and their parents have been good friends for many years, so they grew up together.
Wind Sword Round is a few years older than her, so she always treats him as her own brother, and Wind Sword Round always loves this little sister.
Gradually, they have all reached their youth. It is for the hazy period of both sexes that Caicai has a love for this care for her brother, but she dare not say that she is afraid that they will deteriorate if she says it.
Wind Sword Round is a graceful and humble young man, who has always been the best in the school since primary school, not only studying, but also being praised in all aspects. It can be said that the semester has always been the white horse king of school girls.
Caicai, the knife, saw that the wind sword was always surrounded by all kinds of beautiful girls, and she became more and more inferior and low-key and slowly disappeared from his sight.
Feng Jian found that the knife Caicai was getting more and more alienated. He couldn’t help but feel a little strange, but no matter how to ask her, she didn’t say that she was pushed away by heavy academic work.
In this way, when Feng Jian was about to graduate from college, Xiao Dao Caicai had just entered the university gate, and they coincidentally reunited in the same school again.
Just at this time, a game called eternity became popular, and almost all young people in the north and south of the Yangtze River played this game. In the Internet cafe, the dance and racing game department was no longer replaced by eternity, and the exquisite image quality led the trend of a generation of games.
Wind Sword was dragged into this game by his roommate, and Caicai, the knife, was invited to play together.
Knife Caicai was not interested in the game, but she couldn’t resist inviting her. The person she was most concerned about finally agreed to him.
Two people get along with each other from reality and fight side by side in the game, and soon they will become the envy of everyone in the game.
Wind Sword beat all the masters in the whole game with its superb skills and won the first place in the official competition many times, which is the first place in the country.
And Caicai, the knife, let go bit by bit in this process. She loves him and knows that she is not suitable for him. Now it is the best way for two people to get along.
When the wind sword round was in the limelight, Caicai, the knife, withdrew from the public’s field of vision, and the talk of talent and beauty dissipated with the years
In the whole game, people remember the first round of the country’s wind sword, but people will think of Caicai who silently smells the knife again.
Caicai didn’t overreact to the retreat of the knife and the wind sword. He greeted her heartily and stopped paying attention to her.
Soon, Feng Jian became addicted to fame and money. He was no longer the teenager who had simply dreamed and pursued his dreams, and the girl who had been with him for a happy time became history in his memory.
Until the dust fell, it seemed to be over.
The dusty game has just entered the game after a few years, and it has reached a very high level in just a few months. From the very beginning, everyone can bully novices and become conscious and fuck super-class masters.
FPL, the annual eternal highest event, selects the top 64 players to compete for the prestigious title.
Wind Sword becomes a champion in one round, and no one will doubt that he can become N1.
Surprisingly, a player named Fengchenluo also entered the top 64 and ranked fifth.