[Urban high martial arts + game arrival + contrasting school beauties + resurgence of old gods]
Jiang Chen was paralyzed.
His greatest pleasure is to stay in the game warehouse and control the game characters to experience the feeling of free running.
Until that day, the red double moon came and the escape button disappeared, and he was completely trapped in the game.
The character he controls is an introverted school beauty named Cheng Xiaoxiao.
He has black-rimmed glasses, a baggy sweatshirt, speaks softly, and works part-time to support his family. He is known to everyone as a soft persimmon.
Until three knife-wielding men cornered her in an alley.
The next second, the school beauty grabbed the knife with her backhand and wiped her throat with smooth movements.
Cheng Xiaoxiao (trembling): "Did I kill someone?"
Jiang Chen (excited): "No, it's to spawn monsters."
From then on, the terrifying legend of the school beauty spread on campus.
She would suddenly take off her glasses, her temperament change drastically, step on the table and ask the rich young man "does he look good?", And then stab him in the stomach with a knife.
When others are horrified by her split personality.
Only Jiang Chen knew that the introverted girl deep in her consciousness was asking him cautiously: "Are you an ancient evil demon?"
Jiang Chen: "No, I am God."
Cheng Xiaoxiao looked at the time rewinding and the flames burning away the distortion, and fell into deep thought: Grandma was right, she was possessed by an evil spirit.
Reader comments
No buddy, you are an old player. A novice monster can be so good at fighting monsters without even knowing how to move forward. It makes me laugh. Then you make a mistake and go back directly. Then backtracking must be very precious [laughing and crying]
No buddy, you are an old player. A novice monster can be so good at fighting monsters without even knowing how to move forward. It makes me laugh. Then you make a mistake and go back directly. Then backtracking must be very precious [laughing and crying]
Can. . . . . .