Chapter 1221 A Moment of Panic

Shen Ziqiong almost fainted.

What a pitfall plot! No, what a pitfall plot!!

In the online game, "Jingchen" who lost Liao Jingchen was supported by Jiang Rong to stand up one second ago, and the next second he fell forward like a puppet with its strings cut.

"Ah!" Jiang Rong was so scared that she quickly caught him.

The unconscious man was extremely heavy. Jiang Rong gritted her teeth and supported "Jingchen" who was more than a head taller than her. However, before she could sort out her thoughts from the sudden situation and come up with a solution, a player with a little blood left coughed and waved his hands in the residual power of the explosive arrow, trying to disperse the billowing smoke.

Oh no, they should pay attention!

Jiang Rong's face turned pale, and he struggled to drag "Jingchen" back.

The dark night seamlessly turned to the private cinema. The camera in the picture was a tilt-and-reverse shot. From Qi Wan's perspective, Liao Jingchen's lips were tightly pursed, and his eyebrows and eyes were trembling. Surprise, confusion, panic, anxiety, anger... all kinds of emotions pierced his eye blood vessels like needles, and bloodshot creeped up his eyeballs like creepers.

"Liao, Liao Shen?" Qi Wan was startled.

In a place he couldn't see, Liao Jingchen clenched his fists deeply, and his forearms were stretched with hideous blue veins. His knuckles, which were always white and distinct, were pale and bloodless due to the force, and were almost crushed by his own strength.

One second, two seconds, the muscles on Liao Jingchen's face twitched violently, and he tried his best to suppress the emotions on the verge of exploding.

He forced a smile: "Oh, OK."

He pinched the connection between the frame and the temple of the game glasses naturally, put it on the seat steadily, and said while standing up:

"Sorry, I'm a little sleepy."

"Oh...hahaha, it's okay." Qi Wan replied dryly.

He and Liao Jingchen grew up together, and he had never seen his childhood friend so depressed. It turned out that he had such a serious morning grumpiness...?

Seeing Liao Jingchen follow Qi Wan out of the room, Shen Ziqiong's heart was in his throat.

How could this happen!

Two pairs of leather-shoeed footsteps naturally transitioned to a chaotic and overlapping human legs, and the discordant shouts sounded again in the low and depressing background music:

"Over there!"

"The Demon King is really offline! Brothers, follow me!!"

"Don't let that little girl run away with her people!"

Jiang Rong, who still had traces of teleportation on her body, gritted her teeth and walked forward. "Jingchen"'s arm hung weakly on her shoulder. She held his waist and back, trying hard to maintain the difficult balance. However, the unconscious tall man was far from the weight that she could handle. Even if she squeezed out a series of laborious movements from her teeth, the distance they moved was still not optimistic.

The camera shook, and the picture returned to reality again. Liao Jingchen walked down the stairs in a daze. His previous regular steps were now only chaotic, as if he didn't know whether he should slow down or speed up.

Many scenes appeared in front of his eyes. Some were dinners with his family. The steak knife reflected Liao Hongjing's face. The man listened to him quietly as he told his "daily life on campus" with an unpredictable expression and was hard to see through. Some were quiet lakesides. "Rongrong" blinked her eyes, doubtfully but obediently took over the equipment he traded, and was pulled into his arms and danced with him.

In another moment, "Rongrong"'s slightly flushed face changed into Luo Mingxin's. The young junior opened his mouth in surprise, laughed dryly for a long time and waved his hands, indicating that he didn't mind the senior's temporary "possession" and supported him in running for the male lead of the drama; in another flash, "Rongrong" was stabbed in the air by the dungeon BOSS, surrounded by the restless crowd, and fell to the ground limply, coughing blood in embarrassment, with tears in his eyes.

The fingertips on the side of Liao Jingchen's drooping legs were trembling.

This was the worst situation - scarlet alarms flashed at both ends of the road. On one side was the game he had painstakingly prepared for and could not afford any mistakes, and on the other side was "Rongrong" who he cared deeply about and was in danger.

The heart beat so fast that it seemed to burst out of the chest.

Liao Jingchen's ears buzzed.

The familiar study room appeared not far away, and the door was open, as always like a bloody mouth, ready to devour people.

A drop of sweat slid down Liao Jingchen's forehead. His breathing was rapid and shallow, his eyes trembled, and his beating heart was like a display screen on a pile of explosives. Every heartbeat was a countdown, constantly approaching the final critical point.

A large number of heart sounds surged like a landslide and tsunami.

Without these naked presentations, the audience could hardly imagine that there was such a complicated content in Liao Jingchen's gradually rising standard smile.

He repeatedly weighed each action and the corresponding consequences in his mind. The gears of his mind almost rubbed out the sparks of collapse, and tried to find a reason to calm himself in the fierce turmoil.

The aggrieved and helpless state of "Rongrong" flashed in front of his eyes all the time, and then it was covered by the dazzling transfer information on Chen Yina's mobile phone.

——Not only to deal with, but also to cover up.

We must not let Liao Hongjing find out about "Heart Shadow Link" and "Rongrong", absolutely not.

This is a war.

The pressure and suffering made the "triple gravity" in the game materialize on Liao Jingchen. A light gradually appeared in his eyes, a kind of brilliance after collapse, as if overdrawn, and a madness that could be called a riot in the extremely appropriate elegance.

Liao Jingchen walked into the open door.

Dong! Puff!

Two muffled sounds sounded one after another, and Jiang Rong spat out a mouthful of blood, and hurriedly looked up regardless of his injuries.

Flipped by the shock wave, Jingchen hit a tree and fell to the ground, his head drooping weakly, his figure lying under the tree like a dead goat.

The lightly dressed players rushed over first, their faces twisted with excitement, full of the pleasure of pulling the god off the throne with their own hands.

"Boss, I declare today is the day of the fall of the devil!"

"Ahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

"Take it off! Take off his mask!!"

The voices were fanatical and arrogant, and the crowd infected by emotions were like a group of primitive lunatics. No one thought about whether this scale of encirclement, hunting and humiliation exceeded the moral bottom line, and no one cared about what their behavior could bring besides spiritual climax. All those present enjoyed the free and unrestrained holographic online game world, as if they were holding a gold medal of immunity from death, releasing their desires happily and lawless.

It's just a game, it's not illegal, why do you care how I feel? !

The wild laughter resounded through the sky, and Jiang Rong's eyes were bloodshot.

The long-lost anger suddenly surged to the top of his head, and all the panic and fear jumped over the limit at this moment, turning into resentment without a drop of water.

The night sky suddenly exploded, and with a "clang" the Tang sword was unsheathed. The hand that had already reached in front of "Jing Chen" and was about to touch the animal bone mask was instantly cut off with his hand and arm, and the broken limbs shattered into dripping white light in the air with screams.

The slender blade swung out a rustling sound, and a petite and soft palm tightly grasped the handle of the knife.

Jiang Rong stood alone in front of the unconscious "Jing Chen" and said in a stern voice:

"I'll see who dares to touch him!"