Chapter 211: Black sword

Hearing the doubtful question from Long Gun, Hei Jian smiled bitterly: "I originally planned to do this, but some changes have taken place later."
The explosive head behind Hei Jian looked at the spear with hatred, and the little affection he had had before disappeared miraculously.
The spear naturally didn't care. The previous love point was just playing better. If you want to talk about how deep the love is, you can't talk about it.
Besides, I am willing to try to help him at the risk of violating discipline, and if he has done his duty, it doesn't matter whether the other party is willing to accept his kindness.
The so-called change that Hei Jian said, the spear will understand after a little thought, it should be related to the woman named Bai Liling.
Sure enough, since ancient times, heroes have been saddened by Beauty, not to mention modern people like themselves.
Spear asks himself if he meets a loved one, I am afraid it will be the same, but only a few days ago? Hei Jian had such a deep relationship with that Bai Liling's woman, it was really amazing.
Hei Jian glanced at the grass fawn riding the colorful antelope beside the spear again: "But now it seems that even if I do this, it won't be of much use, at best it can cause you some trouble."
"Why don't you go offline? At least you can vent your grievances and make us more disgraced." The spear asked with some curiosity. Since the two sides are enemies, they naturally do everything to make them feel uncomfortable. The greatest victory.
Hei Jian shook his head: "It's just some gasping behavior. There is no practical benefit to doing so."
"Actually, your ending is already doomed when the president exhibits the open-air skill and defeats Yuan Qianjun and Zhou Bihu.
Black sword, go well. "
The spear was lifted slightly, the red glow was shining, and the aura of the whole team was once again connected as a whole. Even in the face of the mid-stage warrior spear, it still used its full strength meticulously. This is not an emphasis, but a habit. No matter what opponent he faces, he is used to this do.
The aura from the squad has completely imprisoned the three Black Swords, let alone fleeing or resisting.
"Any good suggestions for me?" Hei Jian said with difficulty.
"Suggest?"
The spear's face was thoughtful, and he didn't do it directly: "In my opinion, if you don't plan to give up this virtual world, there are two ways to go.
The first is to be killed by us to level zero, and then the president should temporarily let you go. As long as you stop trying to cultivate, stay quietly in this Zhuangzi or other places where our power can be projected, and stay here for hundreds of years, and it’s not bad to live together with the girl you love.
This is the goal that many people aspire to in reality, and it is not a waste of time spent in this virtual world. "
As soon as the spear said this, Hei Jian didn't have anything, but the face of the explosive head and watermelon behind him changed, and they looked at each other with a little uncomfortable look.
Their friendship with Black Sword is undoubtedly sincere. Even Black Sword's misjudgment will turn them from a core member of one of the top guilds in the game into a difficult life, facing the chasing and killing of them at any time. There was not much resentment, and he was still following Black Sword.
Because of the friendship between the three of them, because they believed in the capabilities of Black Sword, and believed that he could bring them both to rise again.
But if Black Sword decides to live in seclusion, it would be unacceptable for both of them to survive in this virtual world as a mortal who can't even refining.
You must know that living in seclusion is not as beautiful as in martial arts novels. What is living in seclusion between mountains and rivers, with pastoral songs as companions, without the troubles of silk and bamboo, ears, and no case.
None of these.
It's just an ordinary farmer, the kind who has unfamiliar craftsmanship and struggles to survive.
In addition, as a weak ordinary person, there will be all kinds of oppression and exploitation from the government, warriors, low-level cultivators, and feudal clan rights. You will definitely not be right because you are a hermit who wants to pursue a hermit life. You are treated preferentially, and on the contrary, because of your weakness, the oppression and exploitation are even worse.
They are not the boys and girls who have never experienced social beatings. They naturally know that under the heavy manual labor, under the cruel exploitation, under the oppression of the people around them, all love and beauty will deteriorate and become a marketer. Look like.
Besides, the Afro and Watermelon looked inconspicuous, and they were the one behind Hei Jian who often ran around. In fact, both of them were graduates of prestigious schools, and their work history before fully devoting their time to the game was extraordinary.
It can be said that if these two people do not count the time lost in playing games over the years, they are definitely a template for the middle class of society. With their own pride, it is absolutely impossible to engage in ridiculous seclusion with Black Sword.
"Hei Jian, promise him, okay? My Baili family can take care of you."
Bai Liling didn't know when she came here, her eyes widened, and she prayed with her hands on her chest. Beside her was a wary Bailiqiu.
Hei Jian gave a wry smile and continued to ask: "What about the second point?"
He himself is not the innocent look of Bai Liling who is well protected by his family. Naturally, he knows that no matter how beautiful the relationship is, he cannot withstand the tempering of firewood, rice, oil and salt. An incompetent male spouse does not know whether he can be worthy of Bai Liling.
Even if Bai Liling and his relationship can survive the test, what about Bailijia? What about Bailijia?
We must know that this world is a world where the law of the weak and the strong eats naked, and in many cases even many monks cannot be free.
What if the Baili family needs marriage?
What if Bailijia provokes a powerful foreign enemy?
What if the environment changes drastically?
What if someone in Baili's family is malicious towards him and Baililing?
These are always things that are very likely to happen, and such things happen every moment in this world.
In such a situation, as a mortal, how can he protect his love and protect the people he loves, he can only cry weakly.
"As for the second point"
There was no accident with the spear. He stopped his words and transmitted to the black sword's mailbox: "The world of expedition missions, I guess you can fly to the world of immortality, you can consider deleting the account to create an account and change the name.
The president is not a stingy person, but because of the goal of killing the chicken and the monkey, he has to exert his strength to frighten him.
Once you delete your account, he will ignore you no matter who you become again. "
"Flying? It seems that this is the only thing." Hei Jian sighed. In any case, they couldn't get along in this world.
Of course, there was one point that the spear didn't say, and the third point he knew well was that one day Zhao Shi was defeated and died, and his background was scattered. Naturally, there would be no one to take care of the black sword.
It's a pity that this possibility seems to be far away now.
"Can you help me take care of Lingling? Hei Jian will inevitably have a thick hug in the future." Hei Jian took a deep breath and looked at the spear.
"Without much effort, I can take care of one or two."
Amidst the clear voice, a flash of red light flashed, and the limbs of the three black swords once again turned into a pile of blood mist. Bai Liling fainted again in the cry of pain and was taken away helplessly by Bai Liqiu.
At the same time, near the Golden Crow Valley, the flying snails and other five-person squad followed the original Qianjun Guild army, the team of more than 150 Qi-refining cultivators, and slowly moved towards the 80-person Annihilation Guild on the other side. Moving forward, with a heavy aura that seemed to cover the entire world, the coercion it unintentionally radiated was comparable to that of the monks in the early days of Jindan.
This is the Yuan Qianjun in its heyday, the Yuan Qianjun who led more than 150 Qi-refining monks, the owner of the veteran Tian-level exercises, and the "Crazy Riding" Yuan Qianjun in the second district.