Gamers Are Fierce

Chenzhou Bridge was built by the previous dynasty. It has a wood and stone structure with eleven holes and twelve piers. It was overhauled a few years ago and a bridge house was built on the bridge deck to form a covered bridge.

The outside of the covered bridge is painted with red paint, and there are benches on both sides of the inside for pedestrians to sit on.

The flower girl was sitting on the bench resting her feet.

There were only one or two dew-stained flowers left in her bamboo strip flower basket. It seemed that the Chinese Valentine's Day was coming and more flowers could be sold.

One penny, two penny...

The fingers shrunk in the sleeves gently fiddled with the coins in the purse, being careful not to make any crisp sounds.

The flower girl breathed a long sigh of relief, tightened her purse,

He turned slightly sideways, put his hands on the railings of the bridge seats, and looked at the peaceful river flowing under the bridge, with a warm smile of happiness and contentment on his face, like a weasel stealing a chicken.

After doing the math, I finally saved a little money.

Well, I just bought half a roast duck for my younger brothers and sisters today. They have been clamoring for a long time saying they want to eat it.

You can also buy a piece of Liufangzhai's sweet-scented osmanthus cake for your mother - he bought it when his father was still here. It's sweet, but a bit sticky to the teeth.

Well...I have to thank Daozhang Luo. He helped us find a place to stay and cured my mother's old illness. I really don't know how to thank him...

Thinking of Luo Siyuan’s smile,

The flower girl's face felt a little hot for some reason.

She turned around, lowered her head slightly to hide the warmth on her face, hugged the flower basket back into her arms, and gently swayed her feet back and forth.

You came.

A low and hoarse male voice sounded next to the flower seller,

She subconsciously turned her head and saw a young man dressed as a fortune teller, holding a flag and speaking in a deep voice to the middle-aged man sitting next to him.

The fortune teller, or Li Ang, said to Wanli Fengdao indifferently: It will be thirty seconds later than planned.

There was a slight delay on the way.

Wanli Fengdao let out a breath and said in a low voice: Old Xing went upstream to disperse the civilians on both sides of the strait. Miss Liu is already waiting at the top of the city. Now, just wait for them to come.

Disperse civilians?

The flower girl was a little confused. From the corner of her eye, she glanced at the two people's clothes. They didn't look like people from the government. Could it be that they were plainclothes cavalry of the Wu De Guard?

It's not a good habit to eavesdrop on people, let alone eavesdropping on two suspicious people.

If the conversation involves confidentiality, it may lead to death.

The flower girl's heart skipped a beat, she stopped shaking her legs, her face was calm, she silently held the flower basket, and prepared to get up and leave naturally as if she had had enough rest.

Wanli Fengdao sat on the bench of the covered bridge, leaned back, put his arms on the railing, crossed his legs as if no one else was around, and sighed lazily: It really looks like...

Li Ang asked casually: What does it look like?

Like reality.

Wanli Fengdao pursed his lips at the passers-by on the covered bridge and said calmly: Traffickers and lackeys, scholars and ladies, young men and women, octogenarians,

Everyone in this world has their own joys, sorrows, and joys, which are so vivid and vivid.

Li Ang shook his head and said, Isn't this the case in previous scripts?

This time is different,

Wanli Fengdao shook his head, Previous scripts were either a complete world in themselves,

Or it's a narrow space with an invisible barrier that makes it impossible to get out.

Unlike this time, it was just a simple dream.

It gives me a very strange feeling, and I always feel a little inexplicable fear.

Are you worried that the real world might also be a dream of some higher-dimensional being?

Li Ang grinned indifferently, There is nothing in the world, and no one bothers with it.

Anyway, you can't prove that you are not in a brain in a vat - this kind of paradox itself can be infinitely nested.

What's more, even if reality is really a dream or an alien reality show,

You are probably an insignificant supporting character off-camera,

You won't be mentally manipulated.

Wanli Fengdao raised his eyebrows, Why do I have to be a supporting actor?

Do you think your life is very interesting and you can play the leading role?

Li Ang calmly asked: I think there should be no high-dimensional creatures.

Would you like to stare at a rough guy who doesn't wash his hair for two or three days, doesn't change his underwear for a week, only orders takeout for meals, and lies on the sofa picking his feet and smelling his fingers when he has nothing to do?

Wanli Fengdao opened his mouth and showed the classic expression of Although I am very unhappy, I can't find any reason to refute on his face.

Li Ang smiled casually, raised his head, and seemed to be looking at the sky through the vault of the covered bridge, Okay, they are here.

He put down the flag, pinched his fingers,

Under the curious gaze of the flower girl, she took out a black cloak from the void and put it on herself.

The man with a sinister eyebrow and rat eyes next to him (Wanli Fengdao's eyelids twitched) breathed a long sigh of relief and silently pulled out the sword at his side.

His action of drawing the sword caused the pedestrians around him to scream in surprise.

Wanli Fengdao ignored the gazes of the civilians on both sides and stood in the bridge, holding the sword hilt and staring at the river ahead.

What is he looking at?

The flower girl carried the basket and backed away with the panicked crowd, but doubts arose in her mind.

Then she knew the answer to her question.

Buzz——

There was a slight trembling sound on the river very far away,

It's like a herd of tens of thousands of horses coming together across the river,

It's like rolling thunder, spreading thunder against the river.

what is that!

Someone on the bridge screamed and saw a layer of darkness floating on the river in the distance.

The black piece flows along the river, squirming up and down,

Even if you just look at it from a distance, you can feel an extremely strong visual impact and feel a sense of discomfort in your internal organs.

That is...

The flower girl shuddered involuntarily,

As the distance gets closer, the black on the river becomes higher and thicker.

Like a wave that keeps pushing higher,

It is higher than the spiers and buildings on both sides of the bank.

Everyone on the bridge finally saw clearly what was on the river——

It was an endless stream of pitch-black tadpoles with arms and legs,

They are densely spread on the water, crowded together, waving their arms unconsciously, rising and falling with the current.

Wow!

The human-faced tadpoles slapped the river water and each other, smelled the strong scent of life on the shore, and made sharp baby cries.

All the sounds were added together, soaring into the sky, deafening, overwhelming the screams and cries of the mortals on both sides of the river.

blood, life, soul, killing,

The tadpole monsters could not suppress the throbbing deep in their souls. They trampled on each other, waiting for the wave to fall, and then slammed them to the shore to massacre the frightened Chenzhou people.

I have to say, it's really spectacular.

Wanli Fengdao sighed sincerely, his lazy eyes instantly became extremely sharp,

He raised the long sword in his hand and cut open the eaves of the covered bridge in the air. With one step of his feet, he jumped off the covered bridge and dived towards the river.

He did not hit the river,

The moment he hit the water, a platform made of green vines rose up from the slightly turbid bottom of the Lingshui River, holding him steadily.

It's been too long since I drew my sword and struck something,

Wanli Fengdao slowly straightened up, holding the hilt of the sword, pointing the blade straight ahead at the mighty wave, with a cold expression on his face, and murmured: I have almost forgotten that I am a swordsman...

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