Chapter 425 No More Simulations

After Cheng Jie and Xiao Jun talked, he hung up the phone, helpless.

The other four team members came over carefully.

Cheng Jie looked at the four young faces and calmed down. He was the captain and could not lose his composure.

"Let's wait a moment, Zheng Xun should be finished soon."

"Brother Cheng..."

Tao Xueqing hesitated to speak, and it felt unlucky to say anything now, so she could only change the subject.

"Why don't we take a break here first? Everyone is tired."

"Okay."

Cheng Jie asked the team members to replenish their own food and water, while he kept staring at the bracelet screen.

On the screen, Zheng Xun had already fought with the boss.

The boss this time was a strange black shadow. They could not see his real face. Only Zheng Xun himself knew who he was fighting.

Zheng Xun fought very hard. In the eyes of the audience, the opponent seemed to know Zheng Xun's every move very well, and could make predictions in time and resolve his moves.

In the interval between the battles, the boss made a strange voice, and Zheng Xun was talking to him.

"I want to save people."

"..."

"I don't want those. I just came here to save people."

"..."

The audience can only understand Zheng Xun's words. No one except Zheng Xun can understand what the boss said.

But as for Zheng Xun's "saving people", someone soon found out that Zheng Xun entered such a dangerous dungeon to save the missing deputy captain Zhao of Jiuding Guild.

: Deputy captain Zhao? When did Zheng Xun have such a good relationship with the people of Jiuding?

: He is not acting again.

: No way, haven't he and the people of Jiuding always been at odds?

: Maybe the two are friends. Wasn't Zheng Xun photographed taking flowers and fruit baskets to visit people in the hospital?

: It really is...

The scene of the dungeon was dusty, and wax figures fell one by one. Zheng Xun and the boss shuttled and fought in it.

Soon, people with discerning eyes could see that Zheng Xun's physical strength had reached its limit.

Inside the dungeon

Zheng Xun didn't know what Yiyuan was thinking. He was still wondering why he suddenly took such a cruel action since he had never offended him from beginning to end.

He missed the time when he first met Yiyuan. At that time, Linxun Mansion was still in the White Tower. He hid in Yiyuan's room, opened the books on the bookshelf, and randomly guessed the meaning of the excerpts on the bookmarks.

Later, Linxun Mansion became a gift from the White Tower to him, and he lived with Yiyuan.

Yiyuan could arrange everything in an orderly manner, and Zheng Xun never had to worry about it.

Zheng Xun didn't know why, but suddenly remembered an afternoon a long time ago.

It was a rare day when he didn't need to write books, and he rested in the mansion.

The sun was shining, and he fell asleep on the sofa with an open book on his face.

He didn't know how long he slept, but he smelled the aroma of biscuits and coffee and squinted his eyes.

The book on his face was taken away and placed on the coffee table, and there was an extra blanket on his body.

Freshly baked cookies were piled in a woven basket half a palm high. He was sitting on a single sofa reading a romance novel, turning the pages of the book.

Zheng Xun suddenly felt sad. The good days were short and gone.

He wanted to ask why he was treated like this.

But he didn't know who to ask, and he didn't know what the point of asking was.

So he kept silent and let his physical strength run out.

The battle in the live broadcast room was intense, and Zheng Xun's counterattack gradually slowed down.

This was not a problem of will, but he had experienced many rounds of hard battles and was now on the verge of the upper limit.

Maybe Yiyuan found this opportunity to attack.

In front of everyone, Zheng Xun fought to the last moment.

The boss was difficult to deal with. He had two weapons to use in rotation. One was a black umbrella, and the other was a black pistol.

It was a miracle that Zheng Xun could hold on until now with the alternation of cold and hot weapons.

Zheng Xun had such a cognition since the day he entered the world of the White Tower.

——Death comes without a greeting.

He had experienced countless deaths in the simulation copy, and he knew the scene of the moment when the god of death knocked on the door better than anyone else.

The moment the gun was pointed at him, Zheng Xun was relieved as expected.

Yiyuan stood in the smoke and dust, holding the gun steadily in his hand and aiming at Zheng Xun.

"There will be no more simulations, Zheng Xun."

Bang.

A gunshot.

Zheng Xun's figure slowly fell backwards.

No one expected this moment.

The noisy Wanshi car suddenly became quiet. He Yuxing stared at the screen in disbelief and showed it to Qiao Mocheng next to him.

"Deputy Captain... This can't be true? This can't be Zheng Xun!"

His voice was shaking when he spoke.

Qiao Mocheng pursed his lips slightly and did not answer. Xiao Han in front of him was also silent.

In the Jiuding conference room where the live broadcast was being broadcast, it was so quiet that you could hear the sound of breathing.

You Xueshan suddenly stood up at the moment of the gunshot, and the heavy leather chair was accidentally knocked back by her legs.

"Zheng Xun," she also showed an expression of disbelief, put her hands on the table, turned her head and looked at the captain of the first team, "Captain Mo, Zheng Xun he——"

Mo Qian took off his glasses, pressed his thumbs on his forehead, and exhaled heavily.

"Let the driver..."

He opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse, and he coughed before continuing to make arrangements.

"Let the driver drive the car out to the wax museum copy. Zhao Ran... may be inside too."

He tried his best to make his face look less ugly, as there were still important things waiting for him to do.

But the scene of Zheng Xun falling down was repeatedly played in his mind.

In the Qinglan Guild, Luo Mingxuan and Xu Guan were silent, and no one spoke.

Xu Guan exited the live broadcast room and re-entered. At this time, Zheng Xun had fallen to the ground.

That shot was real.

Huo Ziyan's eyes were red in the room, and he couldn't believe that this scene would really happen.

Zheng Xun... We also said that we would download many dungeons together. I still have a lot to learn from you...

Another member of the Xunhui Guild was also silent.

Shen Guanyu was a little at a loss, just like when he learned of his father's death. In the face of death, his on-the-spot reaction is always duller than that of ordinary people.

Zheng Xun seemed to be still talking to him. Although reluctantly, he agreed to let him live in the mansion, and indulged an outsider with impure motives into his life.

And in the Blue Tower, standing on the ring, he was illuminated by the spotlight and shining.

In the Wanshi Guild, Zhong Yu pulled Yun Jing, a new friend he had recently met, to watch Zheng Xun's live broadcast together.

Zhong Yu was excited at first and said that Zheng Xun would definitely win this dungeon.

Now he was lying on the table crying, and Yun Jing was at a loss.

Zhong Yu was a man of temperament. He cried and talked, saying that he and Zheng Xun had known each other for a long time, longer than many people.

He was beside Zheng Xun when he played the first dungeon, and was in the same team with him.

At that time, Zheng Xun was destined to become a big star and a big figure who attracted much attention. He admired Zheng Xun very much. Without Zheng Xun, he would not choose to become a player of the White Tower.

Yun Jing heard Zhong Yu talk about these things for the first time. He rarely mentioned Zheng Xun, but he had been working hard silently to catch up with him.

Yun Jing knew this feeling well.

Zheng Xun...

He also played dungeons with him. Zheng Xun was a fearless person, as if all problems could be solved with him.

But now, the genius has fallen.

Xiao Jun stared at the screen for a long time, unable to come back to his senses. The internal phone on the table kept ringing, but he didn't answer it. He just let it be the background sound, which made the office seem more empty and desolate.

Not long ago, Zheng Xun was sitting on the chair opposite him, telling him about his troubles.

At that time, he was already in a deep fog, at a loss because he lost his direction. Xiao Jun noticed something, but he thought his comfort worked.

He was too self-righteous.

Xiao Jun got up from the leather chair and came to the French window.

It was dark.

Brother Xiao——

"Zheng Xun?"

Xiao Jun heard someone calling him from behind and turned back suddenly.

It was his assistant, standing at the door, his hand still in the position of knocking on the door.

"Brother Xiao, I called, but you didn't answer..."

The assistant said carefully, and he found that Xiao Jun's expression was not right.

The moment Xiao Jun saw the person clearly, a very complicated expression flashed across his face.

Surprise, loss, and endless grief.

At the place closest to Zheng Xun, the Mingque team was guarding in front of the live broadcast.

When the gun went off, everyone's first reaction was disbelief.

Tao Xueqing's tears flowed before her brain could react. Tao Xueji stared at the screen, waiting for Zheng Xun to bring miracles to everyone like every time in the past.

When the gun went off, Cheng Jie's hands trembled, as if the gunshot had hit his heart through the screen.

"Zheng Xun..."