Chapter 1729

Hearing the voice from behind, Luo Zhen stopped.

There's no need to turn around.

Luo really knows that there is only one person who will stop himself like this.

"You wait for me!"

Ice blue girl carrying a heavy sniper gun, ran to Luo Zhen's back, looking at Luo Zhen's back, the expression has unspeakable complexity.

Luo Zhen turned around and looked behind him, casting his eyes on the girl who was catching up with him.

"What's the matter?"

Luo Zhen raised eyebrows to ask.

This girl who has a disguised hatred of herself, should catch up with her with such a complicated look. It's really surprising for Luo Zhen.

In fact, the poet himself is very surprised, do not know why he will catch up.

Poetry only knows that if you don't catch up, you will regret it.

Because...

"what's your relationship with that ragged cloak?"

Poetry is asking the most concerned question in his heart.

Luo Zhen was stunned and narrowed his eyes.

"What?" Luo Zhen asked tentatively, "do you know him?"

"No Shi Nai shook his head and said, "I don't know him."

"Don't you know him?" Luo Zhen blinked his eyes and said helplessly, "what are you doing with this question? It's not just about caring, is it

"Woo..." the poem was speechless.

Shi Nai also knows that he has no position to ask this question.

She had nothing to do with that ragged cloak, not to mention with Luo Zhen. The relationship can only be described as bad, and there should be no reason to be concerned about this matter.

However, in any case, poetry can not let itself not care about this matter.

As long as he thinks of the confrontation between Luo Zhen and the other party, and the atmosphere that permeates between them, the poem feels a burst of shortness of breath.

That kind of atmosphere is absolutely not something that can appear under normal circumstances.

That is only when we are really fighting each other and seriously want to take each other's lives that the atmosphere will appear.

Poetry is very clear about that atmosphere.

Because it is not the first time that poetry has experienced that kind of atmosphere.

And that's what makes poetry the nightmare of life.

The reason why poetry entered GGO and became a cold sniper was to overcome this nightmare.

In that case...

"I can't help but care about it."

The poem looks directly at Luo Zhen and asks him with a tense expression that he didn't have before.

"I want to know what you have to do with that ragged cloak."

The poem then made the willful request.

Isn't there any reason why you don't care about other people's privacy if you don't care about other people's privacy?

But poetry can't care so much.

If the poem is correct...

"is he your enemy in that game before?"

Poetry is hesitating to say such a sentence.

Obviously, after seeing the confrontation between Luo Zhen and his so-called broken cloak, the poem has probably guessed what is going on.

In modern society, how can we seriously want to fight each other?

At least, this is impossible in the ordinary society.

But if you go back to that event, it's not necessarily.

You know, it was not until a year ago that the incident was completely resolved. Before that, it lasted for two years. 10000 players were imprisoned in the imaginary world, and they were allowed to participate in the game of death, where they spent a real and illusory game time at the cost of their own lives.

Luo Zhen is the best-known and most famous player in the game of death.

In this case, the opposition between Luo Zhen and the other side and the terrible atmosphere can be fully explained.

That is, they had been hostile to each other in the Sao and wanted to kill each other for some reason.

If it is in that game, such a thing is very likely to happen.

The poem then guessed the reason for it.

It's just...

"it doesn't seem to have anything to do with you?" Luo Zhen looked directly at Shinai and said, "is it possible for me to fight against him and bring you any trouble?"

This, of course, does not exist.

Whether it is Luo Zhen or that ragged cloak, even if they fight for each other or die together, it has nothing to do with poetry.

Trouble?

That's impossible.

If such a thing happened, the poem would only have the feeling that he didn't want Luo Zhen, a strong enemy who was targeted by himself, to be taken away by others.But if Luo Zhen and that ragged cloak had been enemies in Sao and seriously fought each other, Shi Nai would like to know one thing.

"... have you ever killed people in the game?"

The poem stopped for a long time, and then he finally summoned up the courage to stare at Luo Zhen and make such a question.

But the poem is to make a series of strange questions, then let Luo Zhen frown, silent down.

At present, Luo Zhen looks at the past in the eyes of Shinai.

The next second, Luo Zhen saw the exploration, firmness, expectation and indescribable uneasiness in his eyes.

This tells Luo Zhen that it is absolutely not a trivial matter that poetry makes such a question.

For poetry, at least, this is absolutely a big deal.

So Luo Zhen raised his eyes and gave a crisp answer under Shi Nai's close eyes.

"Yes."

A simple sentence makes the breath of poetry breathless.

Yes.

Luo Zhen did.

Don't say is in the game, is in the reality, Luo Zhen has killed many people who do not know.

These people are Luo Zhen's enemies. They want to kill Luo Zhen, but they are killed by Luo Zhen.

Similarly, in this world, although Luo Zhen has not killed people blatantly, in the words of Sao, when fighting members of "smiling coffin", Luo Zhen often does not restrain himself and tries his best to weaken their HP value.

Is that for granted?

"If I don't kill them, it will be my turn to be killed, and even the people around me to be killed."

Luo Zhen turned his eyes directly to Shi Nai and opened his mouth word by word.

"So, I have to kill. I have to kill anyway. Even if I do it again, I will still choose to do so."

Such words directly pierce into the heart of Shinai.

"Then you...!"

Poetry is in the excitement, want to say something.

Unfortunately, it was interrupted.

"Poetry is!" The mirror ran out of the presidential palace in a hurry. Facing Shinai, he said in a hurry: "how did you suddenly run out? Your fourth round is about to start. If you are not in the underground venue, you will not be transferred to the battlefield and will be regarded as automatic abstention

Smell speech, the poem is to stop action, full face is cloudy and sunny indefinitely looking at Luo Zhen.

Finally, Shi Nai turns away.

Not a word.

The mirror immediately followed, but before leaving, he glanced at Luo Zhen with a thick vigilance in his eyes.

Seeing this vigilance, Luo Zhen knew that the other side would regard himself as a rival in love.

"Little boy."

Luo Zhen turned his lips and left the presidential palace.

Under such circumstances, the first day of the Bob contest preliminaries was gradually announced to be over.

In this way, a list of 30 players who will be able to participate in the race is released.

Among them, Luo Zhen's name stands out at the forefront, and is still the highest position, quite dazzling.

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