Ji Sanzhi's death, please form a group

In March of Yangchun, the ground is full of red, misty and rainy.

Just like Li Bai's poem, it is a kind of enjoyment for fireworks to go down to Yangzhou in March.

At this moment, Lin Ling deftly shuttled through the city of Yangzhou in March, turning a blind eye to everything around her, and came to the life skills area by familiarity.

With a white face on the left and a tall and handsome Kaizi on the right, he hurried past. Because of the rapid walking, the bright yellow martial arts clothes on his body flew up and down, and even lifted a corner of the newly bought straw hat on his head Hold by one hand faster.

Rushing to the destination, I was too lazy to listen to the pile of recommendations from the merchants, and handed over the money directly.

"I want to learn from Pao Ding."

"Well, let me introduce what Pao Ding is before learning Pao Ding. Pao Ding literally means... Pao Ding is divided into primary and intermediate..."

Listening to the continuous noise, Lin Ling's forehead covered by the brim of the hat showed crosses one after another uncontrollably, and his right hand had already touched the slender light sword behind him, and the continuously tightening fingers represented the limit of endurance.

Finally, before a murder happened, the noise disappeared.

Pressing down on the brim of the hat again to cover most of her face, Lin Ling walked to the other person next to her, still handing over the money.

"I want to learn cooking." After a pause, he added, "The fastest speed!"

Perhaps the doubling of the money was indeed effective. In less than a moment, Lin Ling began to harm the next person.

"I want to study Shennong and medicine..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly turned around if he felt something, and when he saw the blue-and-gray outfit and the silver mask in the shadow not far away, the corner of his mouth twitched, and then he tapped his toes, decisively writhing and jumping out of place.

I dare not stop for a moment, but the gap between people is huge, and the force value is not necessarily proportional to age.

So when Lin Ling stopped panting and exhausted, it wasn't surprising to see the 14 or 5-year-old Tangmen boy in front of him.

"Tell me, how do you want to die?"

The boy's voice was cold and without any emotion, like an iceberg that would not melt for thousands of years.He walked slowly step by step, landing silently, the silver cold mask on his face reflected the sunlight, blurring Lin Ling's eyes.

Don't look at this young man's youthful appearance. Lin Ling knows his horror better than anyone else. As the target of the other party's vendetta, only he knows all kinds of entanglements and pains.

There is a saying that death is not terrible, but the process of death is terrible.

Most people regard a good death as a good saying, and Lin Ling expresses all kinds of envy and hatred for this. Those people don't understand how happy death is, which makes Lin Ling, who can't die completely, very sad.

That's right, Lin Ling is immortal, at least for now, and the Tang Sect boy in front of him has tortured and killed her no less than three times.

Don't doubt the word "her", don't look at her now wearing the skin of a tall, rich, handsome and boyish man, it doesn't mean that she has been assimilated into a man, although there is no difference.

Glancing at my game skill bar, apart from bitterness B, it is sadness. As a tourist game party with handicapped people who have reached the full level and bounced around the world, what is more sad than returning to the pre-liberation one day—that bright The dazzling level 26 really wants to die.

"Second Young Master Lin, have you decided? Or should I choose?"

Looking at the young man who was half a head shorter than her in front of her, Lin Ling was ready to attack, even if it was just hitting a stone with a pebble, everything had to struggle.

"Little Wuji, I have chosen. It is a good way to die with you."

Although he couldn't see his face, Lin Ling was sure and sure that the young Tang Wuji from the Tang Sect was successfully shocked by the word 'little friend'.In the next second, almost before he could react, Lin Ling's world was already gray.

Silently staring at her personal panel, sadly looking at the countdown to resurrection, Lin Ling began to recall how she got into such a miserable state.

It all starts with an online game called JX Online Edition III.

The author has something to say:

Open Sword Three, hehehe~

Cang Jianshi