Chapter 112 Out of the Window
Huang Yi shook his head slightly. He didn't specifically choose the record of the Heavenly Dao to break it. It was all a coincidence. The record-breaking reward of the Tower of the Gods was very important to him, and he couldn't give up.
Now, his experience value is 97% at level 35, and he can still fight again.
Next, he brushed the 20th floor again, this time he didn't deliberately release water, and directly used his full strength, broke the world record again, and rose to level 36.
Afterwards, he went to the 32nd floor to brush the remaining times. This will be the last time he will brush the Tower of the Gods in the future.
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As night fell, the largest city in the distant Japanese mainland, Tianen City, began a rich nightlife, and the laughter of players was everywhere.
At this time, on the roof of a tall building in Tianen City, a white-clothed man with an oriental sword hanging from his waist was looking at the east. His eyes were deep, like the starry sky above his head. The night wind gently blew his cloak back. , showing a chic and elegant temperament.
"Your record has already been broken by him three times." At this moment, a voice came from the air behind the man in white. Immediately afterwards, a circle of ripples suddenly appeared in the air, and a man in black walked out of the void, as if he had traveled from another world.
The man in black was covered in black all over, and his face was covered by a black mask, making it impossible to see clearly. He also had an oriental sword hanging around his waist, without a scabbard, it was so white, and the tip of the knife was dripping with blood, as if he had just killed someone.
"Records exist to be broken." The man in white said quietly, his gaze still far away to the east.
The man in black stepped forward, looked down at the city, and said in a serious tone: "Now, there are more and more Chinese master players. Needless to say, there are blades, dragon thorns, and thunder gods. It has already made us feel great pressure. It has been less than a month since he appeared, but he has broken three world records in a row. Such a person only appears once in the world, and that is you."
"Is this a compliment to me?" The man in white turned his head to look at the man in black and smiled.
The man in black shook his head: "In a sense, he is more terrifying than you. Since he appeared, the organization has been on high alert and sent spies from mainland China to investigate, but there is no result yet. In addition, In the real world, we have also used all our strength to find this person, but the strange thing is that we can't find him by any means. He is like a piece of air, which does not exist in the real world. I suspect, spike It is very likely that they are spies sent by the United States to China.”
"If Seckill is their spy, then this spy is too stupid to show up so swaggeringly by helping China win a little bit of national honor." hide.
"Don't laugh at any suspicions of the organization. There is an old saying in China, when a fake is true, it is also fake. Sometimes it is difficult to judge the fake from the real." The man in black said, glanced at the man in white, and then his body gradually changed. Faint, and finally disappeared into the void, as if it had never appeared before.
The man in white was still looking at the starry sky in the east, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly, hiding in the night.
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When night fell, Huang Yi finally finished brushing the tower of the gods for the last time, and re-teleported back to the teleportation square in Thorn City.
At this time, the teleportation field is still very lively. It seems that the people here are living this kind of life forever, beating the tower of the gods every day, going to the tavern to drink and drink every day. Just simply live here.
Huang Yi left the teleportation field and walked in the bustling streets. The night in Thorn City was still so peaceful. Players walked in twos and threes, lovers held hands, and there were happy laughter. In fact, these players are really playing the game,
Taste this peaceful life.
In contrast, Huang Yi is more like a wanderer, constantly moving forward in this vast continent, no matter how strong the wind is, no matter how cold the night is, no matter how desolate the forest, no matter how majestic the In the rainy season, he has to keep going, to the illusory distance, to pursue the belief of freedom.
In a sense, he is the emperor, with fame, honor and strength. But at the same time, he is also a beggar, with no love, no freedom, and no home.
As he walked, Huang Yi came to that garden again. Perhaps only by coming here can he calm down like an ordinary player and stop thinking about those complicated things.
The dim street lamps were shining quietly, and a few moths held a dance around the lights. The garden surrounded by carved iron fences was peaceful and serene. Huang Yi stepped on his own shadow and walked into the depths of the fragrance of flowers.
Going further in, there are no street lights, and the moonlight is quietly shedding, covering the ground with flower petals. In the distance, there is a circle of players sitting around the flower pond. In the middle is a bard. At this time, he is holding a harp, playing and singing some classic old songs. peaceful.
Huang Yi stood in the depths of the fragrance of flowers, standing in the bright moonlight, quietly looking at the girl's window, at this time the orange light was still on inside, and the girl's silhouette was still bowed, full of warmth. There are thousands of households and countless windows in this city, but he only saw this one.
He is leaving soon, and he will never see this girl again. He doesn't even know her name, what she likes, or what she looks like. The only thing he can remember is her hazy face. silhouette.
The night was getting deeper, the breeze was blowing, and it was slightly cool. The bard in the distance sang an old song many years ago——
Goodbye my beloved dream girl,
I will go far to find the future,
If I return to my hometown one day,
Then go out of your window and tell your feelings.
Goodbye my beloved dream girl,
Say treasure to your shadow,
If I never come back,
Just let the moon watch outside your window.
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After the singing fell, Huang Yi took one last look at the window, finally moved his feet, and walked out of the garden. He was about to set off for a distant place.
Walking out of the gate of Thorn City, Huang Yi looked at the desolate wilderness and darkness outside, and took a deep breath. Afterwards, he turned his head and took a last look at the peaceful city of thorns. This place is so beautiful, the lights of thousands of households are like stars in the sky, illuminating thousands of houses, thousands of people, and their loneliness.
There are thousands of lights, which one is for me.
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