In this world, there will be no one that everyone likes.
Even if it is money, some people will not like it.
Not to mention people.
Zhao Yang chose to ignore those who don’t like him.
When his character returned to Shangyin Academy, Bai Yu, who had left the Qin Palace, had already appeared in front of him.
"What's going on? Why do you have the idea of ​​going west?"
The new Wu'an Hou Zhisun was carrying a pot of wine. He had a steel gun split into three segments on his back, and there was no color on his face.
Are you a little annoyed?
After all, when they needed help the most, Zhao Yang, one of the core, chose to leave.
Or is it a little sad?
Even if they have been together for ten years, they are not people from the same world after all.
"I'm tired, tired, I want to go out for a walk."
He walked into the study on his own, followed by Bai Yu.
Just like a sentence that a certain son of flame said in reality.
Success or failure is finalized, and there is no need to bother future generations.
When it comes to those martial souls in the Milky Way, Zhao Yang and Li Liang have the same views.
It can be used, but it must not be used as a reliance.
"Where to go? Go to the West? What's the best there?"
Bai Yu threw a jar on the table.
"Forget it, since you want to leave, I won't keep you. Today I brought wine, just to make a strong move for you! I wish our Daqin wine sacrificial flag a victory!"
A smile appeared on Bai Yu's face.
He believes in Zhao Yang.
No matter what Zhao Yang does, he thinks Zhao Yang is a brother.
"good."
The game character picks up the wine jar.
One drink.
And it's all!
"Daqin, thousands of victories!"
......
......
Drunk is a very uncomfortable feeling.
The body wants to vomit, but the soul is extremely awake.
Some things I wanted to say but were kept in my heart can be poured out one by one.
Zhao Yang himself hates the feeling of hangover.
But as a sword cultivator, if you don’t drink, you always feel that something is missing.
Lonely and cold?
Being taller than colder?
Who knows?
When he woke up from his dream and felt the hangover feeling coming from the depths of his soul, Zhao Yang reached out and stroked his forehead.
"It's a dream..."
Familiar ceiling.
Everything familiar.
It was silent for a while until Zhao Yang absorbed the headache caused by the game characters.
I glanced at my phone.
There are three missed calls on it.
One is my mother, and there is a text message to get up to have a meal.
One is an unknown call.
Another one is... Qiao Yue?
Looking at the row of numbers displayed on the phone, Zhao Yang thought about it and broadcasted it back to her.
The phone went through very quickly.
"I am Zhao Yang."
"Um."
On the opposite side of the phone, Qiao Yue was silent for a while and said softly: "Zhao Yang, congratulations."
"What are you congratulating?"
"Well, congratulations on taking office as the Daqin priest."
Did you know?
Zhao Yang's expression was calm.
There is no such pleasure as slapping the face in those novels.
After thinking for a while, Zhao Yang whispered: "Is there anything wrong with me?"
"have."
"explain."
"Can you come out and meet?"
Opposite the phone, Qiao Yue's voice was a little weak, as if she was worried that Zhao Yang would refuse.
Her worries were right.
"Feel sorry."
"Then...it's fine."
Qiao Yue hung up the phone.
Doodu.
Holding the phone, Zhao Yang was a little confused.
Why did Qiao Yue call?
After thinking a little, Zhao Yang suddenly realized.
He promised to find a sect for Qiao Yue as a support, but it seems that he hasn't done it yet?
Forgot...
Feeling the dizziness of his brain, Zhao Yang walked to the bathroom and washed his face with cold water.
Cold water touches the skin and penetrates the soul.
Sober.
Zhao Yang showed a touch of playfulness on his face.
"I actually want him to call me. I feel wronged. Miss Qiao."
He muttered like this, and after thinking about it, Zhao Yang broadcasted a phone call to Lin Yu.
Receive it in seconds!
"I am..."
"I know you are Zhao Yang!"
He interrupted Zhao Yang's words at a fast speed. On the opposite side of the phone, Lin Yu said helplessly: "Brother Zhao, now there are caller IDs on the phone, so don't always use this as the opening remark."
"Well...."
"Brother Zhao has something to come to me?"
"Um."
Zhao Yang was silent.
After thinking about it, he chuckled softly, "I miss you, come out and have a drink?"
"Don't! As long as you and I drink together, something will happen!"
Lin Yu's tone was grieving.
This is no joke.
The game is now at a critical moment. As long as Zhao Yang appears with him, someone will come to him within five minutes.
"That's how it is."
Zhao Yang chuckled and shook his head: "Then let's go another day."
"Um."
"By the way, I have something to do, you'll tell me."
"What are your instructions for Brother Zhao?"
"...... Let your family prepare, the game is about to expand."
"Scaling up? What does it mean?"
“...It’s nothing, I just remind you.
By the way, recently you paid attention to the safety of the Ice City. I got the news that a large number of weird things are coming soon."
"Don't say a word..."
"...Okay, there's another thing. Please help arrange a sect for Qiao Yue's character. A few days ago, didn't your grandfather say that there was a quota for Guanghan sect? Let's arrange it for her."
At the end of his speech, Zhao Yang's tone seemed to be whispering.
to be honest.
He himself didn't know why he called Lin Yu.
Warning?
Or because of agreeing to Qiao Yue?
None of them.
He just felt that he hadn't contacted Lin Yu for a long time.
I don't want to make this friendship indifferent because I don't contact you for a long time...
Because I wanted to fight, I beat him.
The more reason is because of the feelings Bai Yu brought to him in the game yesterday.
There will always be someone who will miss you.
No matter where you are.
No matter where you are.
You have to remember.
You are never alone.
Having family.
Have friends.
Have parents who worry about you every day, and brothers who often miss you.
Opposite the phone.
Lin Yu was silent for a while before asking softly: "Brother Zhao, how long has it been since you contacted her?"
"It's been a few months."
"Qiao Yue has joined the Lotus Road."
"Hmm? Is that true?"
"Um."
"I'll bother you. By the way, if you have time, come to my house for a drink."
"......good."
Doodu.
The phone hangs up.
In place.
Zhao Yang, holding his cell phone, was a little confused for a moment.
"She called...why?"
......
......
Twenty minutes ago.
Qiao Family.
Qiao Yue, who had just hung up the phone, had a cold expression.
Looking at the contact person on the phone.
After hesitating for a while, I finally chose to delete it.
"A liar! I will take me to fight with Qingming, a sword that I promised to become a sword immortal...
Men are indeed big pig's hooves!"
He said this.
Qiao Yue threw her cell phone on the bed.
Turn around.
Looking at the dressing mirror in front of you.
In the half-person-high mirror, another wearing a gauze dress smiled at her.
"Are you angry?"
"No."
"Hehehehe, I'm you, how could you deceive me?"
"I said no!"
Blue light appeared in his eyes, and in front of the mirror, Qiao Yue said coldly: "As a shadow, you'd better have this awareness!"
Click...
Chapter completed!