My name is Chen Mo, an ordinary college student. When I logged into "Legend of Hot Blood" for the first time, I was chased by a rake cat all over the screen and ran for my life.
>When forming a team in the Skull Cave, I met the chatty mage "whose fireball technique doesn't work" and the silent Taoist priest who "always loses his talismans."
>We agreed to grow up from rookies together, but we didn't know that fate had already laid the foreshadowing.
>When the fireball technique became famous for saving me by bursting out the best equipment, when the talisman was always thrown crooked and silently shouldered all the dirty work in the guild.
>When our "Flame of Judgment" flag was finally planted on the top of Shabak City, we understood:
>The most precious thing in the legend is not the dragon-slaying knife, but the brother's hoarse "Hold on, I'll be there soon" from the earphones late at night!
