The Trial Game of Life (renjian shi lian youxi)

The guests of the izakaya left successively, leaving only Tang Cuo, Jin Cheng and Chi Yan.

The lady boss served Tang Cuo with tempura and glared at Jin Cheng. “You look at you and drive away all my guests.”

Jin Cheng shrugged, “Maybe people think you have bad craftsmanship.”

“Today the price of food has risen, and we have doubled the money.”

“Huh.”

Jin Cheng finally paid a price for his mouth. If he dare to say nothing, the boss’s sushi knife might be stuck in his head.

For the first time, Chi Yan saw the big guy eating deflated, and felt very new. When he got out of the izakaya, he could not wait to ask Jin Cheng. Jin Cheng gave him a look, “You have no chance.”

“I don’t mean that!”

“Oh.”

Jin Cheng finally told a gossip for them, because he felt that if he didn’t say it, his innocence would be unsustainable. What happened to Tang Cuo’s little bastard’s eyes?

“The boss lady used to be a lover in a black hat, but they have broken up. You can’t start before her face. The gossip of Yongye City can only be seen if you have life.”

Chi Yan touched his neck and felt that if he didn’t touch these two big brothers, he wouldn’t hear gossip of this level. And after watching these days, he deeply felt that his strength was too low. It’s like a low-level trumpet that keeps tapping, even in online games, sooner or later, let alone in Yongye City.

He was tangled, Jin Cheng said first, “You go back to East Cross Street first, so that everyone who wants to live will not come out.”

Chi Yan, “Ah?”

Jin Cheng “You are too weak.”

Chi Yan “嘤.”

Chi Yan cried, and the green scene was once very refreshing, but he was still very obedient, let him go, not much nonsense.

Tang Cuo waited for him to leave before asking Jin Cheng, “Did you deliberately tell the twelve movements in front of other guests?”

Jin Cheng “The events of the twelve movements are not secrets among high-end players, they should know everything. But for ordinary players, it is a bit difficult.”

Tang Cuo “Do you want to use it in area f?”

“Nothing can hide you.”

“Overwhelming.”

Jin Cheng put his hands in the pockets of his overalls and walked slowly to the f-zone. His expression was scattered but when he looked carefully, he concealed a rare solemnity. “I got the eleventh movement. The smaller the effect, the smaller the rule can cover. The legendary number one is called the Golden Movement, which is said to affect the entire Yongye City, but no one has seen it until now.”

Tang Cuo listened, and the more he thought, the more he felt that Jin Cheng had been fined back to the f zone, which might be his intention.

In front, is the area where Cheng Ke was originally located, and is also the most chaotic place in area f today. This time Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng did not detour any more, walked generously, and wrote four words from head to toe-Niubi Boom.

Who can’t notice them?

Everyone noticed.

“The twelve movements are the items that fall when you die, so you have to follow me. If I hang, you can still pick them up.” Jin Cheng said.

“Will they continue to kill me?” Tang Cuo said.

“To die together.”

“I reject.”

The two walked and chatted so slowly. They walked and stopped at the street station. They just watched and didn’t do anything. Secretly, I don’t know how many eyes are staring at them. The two groups of people just in front of me are cautiously stopping because of their arrival. It is not embarrassing.

Jin Cheng is not satisfied “Why don’t you fight?”

Tangcuo “You scared them.”

They sat down at the station, Jin Cheng tilted Erlang’s legs, and Tang Cuo began to study the fare. The public transportation system of Yongye City is very unique. There are all kinds of transportation from bicycles to trams to magic trains, but I haven’t seen one in half a day, and the charges are extremely high.

Suddenly he remembered the courier points of those luxury sports cars, wondering if he could drive them.

The people in front did not fight in the end, and the whole street where Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng were caught fell into a strange peace. The two waited for a while, and an old Shanghai-style tram Dingdongding drove over.

The tramman was a small, flat-headed man in uniform, and he was stunned when he saw them. He didn’t seem to expect anyone to ride in the car at this time.

“How much is it to East Cross?”

“Two hundred thousand, or one quarter.”

It was so dark that Tangcuo was too lazy to talk to him. Jin Cheng was very wealthy, and he directly paid the two people’s money and walked to the car.

But as he stepped into the door with one foot, an attack suddenly fell from the sky. Jin Cheng quickly evaded, leaned back against the carriage, and looked up in a certain direction.

Tang Cuo’s eyes lightly condensed, “Sniper.”

“Go.” Jin Cheng took Tang Cuo’s arm and the two quickly hid in the car. Yu Guang swept across the trammen, Jin Cheng said with a cold voice, “Drive.”

The tramman responded. Probably he encountered such a scene for the first time in so many years, and there was a little excitement between his looks.

“Ding Dong, Ding Dong—” The tram started again.

Tang Cuo opened the car window, and the evening breeze blew in, with a bit of **** smell mixed in it. The streets of Heishi were silent, and street lamps elongated the shadow of the tram, like a long monster.

“Bang!” The second shot came and was coming in through the hole in the window, cutting off half of the seat. Tang Cuo looked at the burnt black cross-section and guessed that there was some kind of force attached to the bullet.

Just like Jin Cheng’s arrow.

“Did you see where he was?” Jin Cheng asked.

“Changed position.” Tang Cuo used to do sniper training with Jin Cheng. Jin Cheng was a sniper and he was an observer. At this time, he did not have a telescope, but Jin Cheng took up the bow.

The bow is a bit like a sniper rifle or a missile.

“Can you do location attacks?”

“Positioning arrows are expensive.”

It means that it is a bit worthless to use here.

Tang Cuo asked casually. At this time, the sniper hiding in the dark shot a third shot, of course, he still missed. Jin Cheng was not very satisfied, “Just arrange one to kill me? Which **** is so dying?”

He walked from the front to the back of the car, glanced around, and saw a gramophone behind the last seat in the back of the car. He put down the stylus with great interest, and the singing voice flowed out with the slow rotation of the record.

“The south wind is cool,

The nightingale sang softly,

The flowers under the moon are all in dreams,

Only incense that night,

The fragrance is revealed…”

“Ye Lai Xiang”, Teresa Teng.

Tang Cuo glanced at him-are you sick?

Jin Cheng raised his eyebrows-isn’t this good?

Tang Cuo didn’t want to talk to him, he wanted to get off. What did he do to be chased with him in the bg of “Ye Lai Xiang”, the song was not sung halfway, and the attack was like a comet, dragging his long tail to the train, shining brightly.

The comet reflected in Jin Cheng’s eyes, his eyes bright. He raised his hand to hook the car window, and turned over to the roof, bending his bow at the speed limit.

“Boom!” The metal arrow was in the middle of the comet before the attack arrived. The star exploded and turned into a strong wave spreading in mid-air, causing the whole tram to tremble.

Tang Cuo went out to see the car, and the exploding starlight was like a gorgeous fire.

“Ye Lai Xiang I sing for you,

Yelaixiang I think for you.

Ah, I sing for you,

I think about it for you.

La la la la…”

The tramman was probably Teresa Teng’s enthusiast, so she kept her record on the car and even sang along while racing. Tang Cuo seemed to have missed the little pity of the thief ship, and there was nowhere to hide in this song.

“Sit firmly, turn in front.” The tramman reminded in time, the steering wheel in his hand was beaten, killed, and crazy killed. A standard 90-degree sharp turn of the tram, the sound of jingling jingling like the waves crashing on the shore.

Tang Cuo hasn’t figured out how this tram works until now. He looks like a tram, but it has no tracks.

Never mind.

Tang Cuo took out the revolver, raised his hand and slammed two shots at the street. A man who was about to rush out of the dark alley was hit and fell to the ground with his bleeding stomach covered,

The result was a fall, and a group came out inside.

Tang Cuo retreated decisively, picked up the mop on the car and poked the roof, “Quick beat.”

Jin Cheng opened the roof sunroof, “What do you think of me?”

“Then give me a few mines.”

“Why aren’t you so cute.”

Tang Cuo raised his hand and poked him with a mop. Jin Cheng threw a few elven **** at him. This elf ball is very similar to Wen Xiaoming’s choking egg. Tang Cuo looked carefully, and really saw the word oeredby10086 at the bottom.

“It’s called Bakugan, it’s not choking, it works.” Jin Cheng said. When he handed Tang Cuo’s ring to Wen Xiaoming, he specially took it with Wen Xiaoming.

What the hell’s naming style?

Tang Cuo’s expressionless flicking his hand at the window was a bursting bomb, and the bursting bomb crashed into the crowd, like a sprite ball opening in the middle and emitting white smoke. The next second, “Bang—”

The deafening explosion exploded the attacker and turned him over.

Okay, Tang Cuo accepted the name Bakugan. He tried it, and the explosive egg can also be put into the equipment column, which should be one of the more successful weapons developed by Wen Xiaoming.

The tram drove all the way, the music fluttered all the way, the explosive eggs continued to explode on both sides of the road, and the smoke was still colored. White, red, yellow, and green, one after another like flowers blooming like powder.

Tang Cuo did not know that Wen Xiaoming had such an artistic cell.

Suddenly, the tram shook, and the shaking tended to become more and more intense.

Tang Cuo frowned slightly, strode to the rear of the car and looked out through the window, only to see that Heishi Long Street suddenly began to meander and crack from the middle, as if there was something to break out of the ground.

He didn’t know it, but Jin Cheng recognized it. There was still a slight sneer in the corner of his mouth when bending his bow. “Puppet masters are all used. I’m afraid I can’t really see who it is?”

At the same time, the central area, the game hall, the vocals.

“Sure enough!”

“Can they really succeed this time?”

“The one on the opposite side is the blacklist. So many people in area a are not his opponents. Even if people fall back into area f, their strength is still there…”

“Damn it’s so exciting, I just met someone coming from the f zone, the whole street was blown up!”

“…”

As he talked, the topic moved to the twelve movements again.

“Then the twelve movements are so impressive?”

“Yongyecheng Zhigao Movement, that’s the same thing as the Declaration of Independence! Don’t underestimate that piece of paper. I heard that someone had obtained the third movement and the fifth movement about a hundred years ago. Personally, the entire Yongye City almost became hell!”

“His, so scary?”

“Isn’t the Night City originally Hell? What’s the difference?”

Someone immediately sneered, “So what is it? You may still have a way to make a copy of the task. It is not a problem for that person to have a life. I heard that at the time the entire f to c area, all tasks became mandatory tasks, and It’s a seamless connection. You can’t see the living people walking on the street, because it’s all in the copy, and few people can come back alive.”

Some people shuddered and others expressed suspicion. Yongye City will never show you its history, and there are very few written records. No one knows whether this person is true or not.

Wen Xiaoming wore a hat disguised as a shuttle among the crowd, and also contained lollipops in his mouth, paying attention to the surrounding movements while eating.

The boss has actually got the twelve movements for more than half a year. He deliberately concealed it, but still did not conceal it. The current situation is good or bad. The pros and cons are hard to weigh. Wen Xiaoming couldn’t think about such a complicated thing. He even thought about letting the boss simply sell the movement to the black hat, but the boss didn’t agree.

“Kaka” chewed the lollipop twice, Wen Xiaoming sat in the corner with a sugar stick, and took out a slap-like gadget like a whack-a-hammer.

After a while, Tang Cuo’s name began to appear in the game lobby.

k27216, Tang Cuo, Mr. Crow’s blacklist ranking third to last. Because of the copy of “Wind Snow Night Returning to Man”, he was finally not the tail of the crane.

“Fuck! Are the newcomers so fierce now?”

“You don’t look at who brought it out. I heard the wind from the Ruby Tavern and said that this 27216 is the first apprentice…”

“Can’t they go to area a? I don’t dare to go back to area f now!”

“It’s fried, it’s fried again!”

In the blink of an eye, several people rushed in from the outside, and one of them screamed in a sigh, “They knocked down all the bronze statues of Mr. Crow!”

The audience sucked in a cold air, and the sound of “recessed troughs” kept coming.

Area f is very lively.

Mr. Crow got out of nowhere and jumped on the broken bronze statue. The hair on his head was almost exhausted. “Your abominable, unknowable players who kill thousands of swords! I’m mad! I’m mad!!!!! I’m mad!!!”

The speeding tram was already halfway back to East Cross Street.

It was a puppet python that had previously been drilled out of the ground, and its owner hid in the dark, making it impossible to find. There are several special battle routes in Yongye City. The puppet master is one of them. They are not strong themselves, and they are not glaring in the crowd at all, but the puppets that can be manipulated are very powerful.

Puppets are all institutional items, and they are basically obtained in copies. It is extremely difficult to get them. So most puppet masters die before they have grown up, but as long as one out of a thousand people can succeed, this person must be very powerful.

Jin Cheng even shot the seven arrows on the python, unloading its joints. The python lost its power, and its huge body hit the building on the street, which destroyed the bronze statue of Mr. Crow.

It is also blamed that he is too stinky. The bronze statue is not good to be erected. It must be erected at the crossroads.

The graceful singing is still floating.

The roof of the tram has been smashed in half, like a pile of running copper and iron, don’t have a flavor. Tang Cuo clenched the gun in his hand against the still-good car wall and wiped a trace of blood from his face.

Jin Cheng jumped off the roof of the car and patted the shoulder of the tramman. “Brother, go around.”

The tramman turned his head back and said, “Go round and add money, half a kilometer.”

Black is really black, worthy of being a civil servant in Yongye City.