When League of Legends Comes to American Comics

Chapter 107 Letter
Inside the pub.

sofa;

coffee;

sun;

Nanke.

The four elements are perfectly combined together to form a picture of a lazy house.

Holding the gold-encrusted spoon in his hand and sliding it back and forth in the coffee cup, Nan Ke looked at the street outside without focusing.

In the past three days, he has returned to his most familiar rhythm, but there seems to be something more in this familiarity.

After all, I traveled through the former house to return home, but no one would bring me three meals a day, let alone a nanny to help me clean up every day.

It can be said that during the 72 hours in Nanke, he thoroughly experienced the life of the old men in the old society.

Reaching out and opening his mouth are just basic operations. If Nan Ke is willing, he only needs to lie down, and someone will move by himself.

But fortunately, as a good young man in the new century who grew up under the red flag, Nan Ke hadn't fallen to that level. He stretched himself, and then raised his hand to rub his temples.

In the pupils, there is no feeling of refreshment after self-cultivation, but like a fish that has just been squeezed dry and sprinkled with salt, with a kind of confusion about the future destiny and fatigue of the present life.

This kind of cultivation in the nest can indeed completely relax the body and make one's injuries heal better and faster, but the body belongs to the body, and the spirit belongs to the spirit.

Human thoughts are like the Yangtze River and the Yellow River. As long as the earth does not stop its rotation, as long as your breathing does not stop, it can only continue to circulate endlessly.

And Nan Ke's thoughts were constantly running, and it seemed that he had discovered a problem, a problem that he thought had been solved, but lingered like a ghost for a long time.

'buzz'

A red mask covered the upper half of his face, Nan Ke got up from the sofa, took two steps inside, and put his face close to the mirror.

The eyes are still full of purple awns, but if you look carefully, you can actually find that there seems to be a cloud of scarlet floating in the depth of the purple.

This kind of scarlet is very hidden, and it is easy to ignore it if you don't look carefully, but the color is very deep, as if it has taken root deeply.

It was at this moment that the door of the tavern was pushed open, and the old man in the straw hat took a step in. Immediately, the hairs all over his body stood on end, and his skinny old legs trembled twice in a row.

Fortunately, the next moment, this overwhelming feeling disappeared immediately, and the temperature in the tavern instantly returned to normal, as if the feeling just now was an illusion of the old man in the straw hat.

Wiping the sweat off his forehead, the old man in the straw hat smiled reluctantly. He naturally knew that it was not an illusion just now, but he knew it. If he really said it, he would not be likable.

Pretending to be nonchalant and walking in, the straw hat old man saw Nan Ke turn around and look at him, there seemed to be some murderous aura in his eyes that had not completely dissipated, and his legs trembled suddenly.

"Uh..." the old man in the straw hat immediately bent down and rubbed his legs, "I'm old, I'm not up to it, it's not cold yet, and the problem with my old cold legs has happened again!"

He knew in his heart that Nan Ke's killing intent was probably not aimed at himself;
But at a time like this, he still didn't dare to gamble on this kind of thing. What if he made a wrong bet?
Nan Ke let out a breath, and there was a gust of wind in the tavern, which instantly revived the somewhat dull atmosphere. Then, he seemed to have returned to his usual appearance, lazily returning to his seat on the sofa.

Seeing this, the old man in the straw hat wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, grinned and sat down not far away.

"So free?" Nan Ke looked at him and asked.

But he knew that Boss Liao had dragged Graves to some unknown place these days;
Boss Liao ran away by himself, but the rest of the stall fell on the shoulders of the two old men.

Although he didn't go out, with his current perception, even if he didn't deliberately inquire, he could still hear the long sighs from the next door from time to time.

In fact, the whole situation is not as good as Boss Liao said, after all, this time is different from last time.

The conflict last time was because of Han Mo's affairs, but as a victim, Han Mo dared not speak up because of his reputation and stock price, so even if other people have opinions, how much opinion can they have?
It was also because of this that when Nanke and Boss Liao joined forces, showed off their muscles, and then made a gesture, the other party let the matter go down the slope.

But this time, the impact is not insignificant, let alone the public opinion on the Internet, various forces are entangled, and the twists and turns are enough to make any mature zz player lose all his hair.

In this situation, flexing your muscles is useful, but not decisive, unless the strength you display can crush the sum of all other forces.

As for the specific result, it actually depends on the reactions of all parties, and after the parties have reacted, what are the variables produced by the mixing of various reactions.

"There's nothing to be busy with." The straw hat old man slapped his hands. "Everything that can be done has been done, and everything has been prepared. As for the ending, we can only wait."

"So powerless?"

"Hey, how do you say that sentence that the boss always said? Yes, in the face of big waves, personal efforts and struggles will always appear particularly small and powerless. I didn't understand it before, but this time, I have a deep understanding. "

Nan Ke didn't answer, he didn't understand this aspect, but he could make one thing clear, that is, he still had the ability to flip the table at least once.

If things really develop to a point that I can't accept in the end, then even if I die, I still have the ability to pull a large number of people down to accompany me.

hiss!
Nan Ke was stunned for a moment, then rubbed his forehead vigorously.

The influence of that killing intent on him seems to have been reflected in various aspects. After all, with his gentle and virtuous character, how could it be so easy to think of such extreme thoughts?

The straw hat old man glanced blankly at Nan Ke who had a strange expression, then smacked his lips, suddenly remembered something, and took out a piece of letter paper from his arms.

"By the way, I just remembered that this was brought out by the sanitation aunt yesterday when she was throwing out the trash. When sorting out the trash, she found it looked like a letter and asked me to send it back to you."

"letter?"

Nan Ke broke away from his thoughts, and took the letter curiously.

"Since there are still people sending letters in this age?"

Let's not talk about how stretched my hips are in my network;
Just how many people still send letters in this era?
"Who knows, Auntie said she found it in your room, and when she saw it, there was only letter paper left." The old man in the straw hat asked a little puzzled, "You don't know either? Didn't you read half of it and put it beside the bed?"

"No."

Nan Ke shook his head, then opened the letter paper.

Because it was taken backwards, the first thing Nan Ke saw was the sender's signature.
Stan Lee.

(End of this chapter)