A Thousand Mountains and Evening Snow: Searching for Love and Leaving Traces

Recently, I became obsessed with the RPG game "Legend of Sword and Fairy Five", with 3D effects, beautiful scenery and character design. I haven't played the game properly since I graduated from university, so I was immediately abducted into it. After work, I just nestled in front of the computer to practice class.

"What are you doing!"

"Play games!"

"what game?"

"Five Swords and Swords." I didn't even raise my head, "Do you want to play around?"

"I'm not interested, kid's stuff." Someone seemed to be a little disdainful, but his hand climbed up my back in an unruly manner, and he still blew on my ear.

"Don't make trouble, I'm fighting the boss, if I die, I have to start all over again." I took off his hand that was wandering around my waist, and Feng Gui would retract his head when he hit it, all attacks were ineffective, so he persisted One click, and I can destroy it, and I can't be disturbed now, "Shao Qian, let me finish the fight!"

"Boss battle?"

"kindness!"

"Hard to beat?"

"Well, it will shrink its head. I can't hurt its blood if I shrink back, and it will return blood after shrinking for a while."

"Then I'll sleep first."

It is rare for him to be so easy to coax, so I am naturally very happy. I sent him to sleep, and then I made up my mind to see the tortoise in the K picture. Finally, half an hour later, I killed the boss, saved the file, stretched myself, and then crawled to him contentedly. Fall asleep in your arms.

The next night, open the game as usual, but. . . . . . .The save file is gone, all the other save files are there, but the save file that killed Feng Gui the day before is gone, and then it reminds me that there is a new email, I see, the signature is actually my beast, open it, there are only a few words

——The game is not good for physical and mental health, file deletion warning processing!

I vomited blood, just because I beat the BOSS the night before and ignored this vengeful man, so he deleted my profile, beast, beast, no wonder he obediently went to bed after only a few words, it turned out. . . . . .well!Scratch the wall. . .

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