Chapter 1472

Pesticide game?

Who glorifies the king?

It's all about what.

Night Feng dance don't understand his "technical terms", put the mobile phone aside, calm and relaxed way: "play with things, I want to practice."

Gu Xiying looks at the mobile phone eagerly, wants to grab the mobile phone to play the game, has tried several times, the finger has pierced in the past.

Then, he saw the side is happy to eat snacks of the little black mouse, showing a sly smile.

It will be ten o'clock in the evening.

The night Feng dance just meditates to cultivate good, open an eye to hear knock on the door.

Get up and open the door.

Gu huaiming came in with snacks.

They are all imported nutritious snacks.

"Miss Li, I think you are very thin. You should eat more!"

Gu huaiming put down his snacks and began to look for his son, "Miss Li, where is my son now?"

The night Feng dance points to the sofa.

Gu huaiming looked and saw a little black rat tugging at the screen of his mobile phone with his little paw.

He leaned over to see that the little black mouse was playing the pesticide game. Although it was clumsy, it did not prevent it from taking a three kill.

"My son is really good! Son, how did you become a little black rat? "

Night Feng dance while eating snacks explained: "he is just attached to the black body."

Gu huaiming used to know little about his son and care about his son's preferences. Now seeing that he can operate so smoothly with the little black mouse's paw, he can't help boasting: "son, you can go to the game at this speed."

The little black mouse squeaked.

"Dad, I've played in competitions before, and I've won trophies," yefengwu said

Gu huaiming sighed and felt his small head with guilt. "If only dad had awakened earlier."

In the past, my son liked to drag racing, bought expensive shoes, and played games day and night. In his opinion, he was frustrated and didn't want to make progress.

Since his son died, he began to understand everything that his son loved.

Playing games is not all about the loss of playthings. Now there are E-sports competitions, which can win glory for our country.

"Dad, it's OK. Look at me take a five kill! "

"Good!" Gu huaiming came to have a look.

Ye Fengwu sits on the opposite sofa, watching one person and one mouse in the fierce game, and feels that the picture is inexplicably strange

Of course, she's not the only one who feels weird.

And Gu Xiying's teammates in the game account.

As we all know, after Gu Xiying died, the game account was shelved, and his avatar never lit up again.

Today, I saw his head lit up, not only online, but also in the game, which made my teammates talk about it.

"Lying trough? Is the number of Hijra online

"Which tortoise grandson stole the name of Xiying God? Aren't you afraid that Xiying God will come to you in the middle of the night?"

"Who are you, get out of my idol's name!"

Gu Xiying hit five times with his black mouse paw and pushed the other party's crystal. When he came out, the private letter exploded.

Gu huaiming naturally also saw the content of the private message, picked up a small biscuit and fed it to the little black rat's mouth. He joked amiably: "if they knew that it was a little black rat that they were playing games with, they would be scared to pee."

"Ha ha ha, that's for sure." Gu Xiying laughs heartily. He never thought that his father, who is always unsmiling, would have such a lovely and kind day.

It lay on the screen and typed out a line.

"Brother is just a legend. Don't be infatuated with him."

"Damn, where did you get the second disease?"

"Do you feel that this tone is very similar to the great God of Xiying?"

"Hey, upstairs, blue sky, big day, can you stop scaring people?"

"Yes! The name of Hijra may have been sold by his family

"Ah... The account number has changed, so I'll close it."

Within a minute, Gu Xiying found that his fans immediately dropped by hundreds. Even when he invited his team mates to play games, he was cruelly rejected.

"Son, I'm not afraid. Dad will play with you." Gu huaiming takes out his cell phone, and Timmy rings.

"Dad?? Do you play this game, too? " Gu Xiying was shocked.

"Yes, my rank is not low."

The lovely little black mouse came up to look at it and burst out laughing.

Poof, his father is stubborn

Night Feng dance eat good get up, exhort a way: "Gu Xiying, you attach body small black mouse time a day can't exceed three hours."

"Where are you going, Miss Li?" Gu huaiming asked.

Night Feng dance said: "go to set up."

Gu huaiming quickly stood up and said, "I'll help you!"

"No, just play with Xi Ying." Night Feng dance thought, took a pen and paper on the table, "I'm not here, you father and son exchange with this."

After she left the room, father and son formed a team and swam freely in the game.

Look at the time. It's half past eleven. It's almost twelve.

Night Feng dance around the hotel, looking for a few suitable for the location of the array, set about the layout.

Although she doesn't have much spiritual power, it's just enough to set up the array.

After the completion of the array, Gu Xiying's Yin Qi will not be sent out, and people will not find the existence of the undead in the hotel.

Hotel people come and go, Yang enough, with the array, also can't hurt him, he can also walk freely in the hotel.

Set up to go back to the room.

She suddenly felt a chill behind her.

Something seems to pass by.

"It's finally showing its tail." Night Feng dance tiny squint, quickly followed up.

The breath ran away quickly and flew out of the hotel in the blink of an eye.

Night Feng dance stands at the door of the hotel thoughtfully, not in a hurry to chase out, but in the door of the hotel with fingertip blood set up a small array.

Then she turned back neatly.

After she left.

Out of the grass outside the hotel came an old man in a black robe.

The old man looked at the hotel and said, "it's a little girl. Hum, do you want to destroy the cannibal circle? Ha ha, wishful thinking

But when he thought of her plan, which had been carefully laid out for many years, being obstructed by her and suddenly interrupted, he was very angry.

"The souls born in Yin year, Yin month and Yin day are only one less than the number of 44. You smelly girl dare to steal one and seek death. " The old man in black robe, with a gloomy face, suddenly came up with a plan and said with a cold smile, "well, I'll set up an array to catch turtles in a jar and let you fall into the trap!"

"The soul of a monk must be sweeter, hahaha."

The old man in black disappeared into the darkness.

And here, the night Feng dance confirmed that the ground binding spirit in the lotus lake was controlled by someone behind.

As she walked, she thought about how to improve her strength in a short time, so as not to let the other party rush into the hotel.

Since the other party has the ability of gathering souls to control, her cultivation must be above her.

But the aura of the world is so thin that she can't be promoted in a short time.

Almost to the door, night Feng dance head-on hit the old Feng ready to return to the dragon city.

Seeing that she was absent-minded and preoccupied, Feng asked, "Miss Li, what's the matter?"

(out of the question: Night phoenix dance will cover many aspects, such as ghosts, monsters and so on. I hope you will like it.)