Star Dome Railway: The opening performance of Taixu Sword God

Page 106

March th replied and clicked into the game.

This is a two-player game that requires two players to use WASD and ↑↓←→ to control two characters respectively and work together to pass levels.

Seeing that Sanyueqi’s left hand was already on WASD, Danheng had no choice but to choose ↑↓←→.

This game is actually very simple. Both parties control characters to open traps for each other, and finally reach the top door together, which is considered to be a clearance.

Time passed little by little, and Dan Heng played very seriously, and sometimes even guided the operations of March th.

Listening to Dan Heng's insistence, Yue Yue Qi suddenly raised his eyebrows and said:

"Hey, don't you think it's a waste of time? Why are you having more fun than me?"

Dan Heng was stunned and replied:

"I suddenly felt that it was wrong to say that before. If playing games is a waste of time, then what is 'not a waste of time'?"

He recalled his previous search for information:

"Is it to learn knowledge, or to practice martial arts? Is this enough?"

March pursed her lips:

"It should be possible. Isn't this recognized? Learning knowledge, developing a set of skills, or doing more meaningful things are more recognized than playing games, right?"

Although March also plays games, she knows that this kind of behavior is not as noble as those who do serious things.

Dan Heng smiled softly:

"Then it involves issues such as the meaning of life. If you want to be a knowledgeable person, making full use of every moment is naturally right for you. If you want to become a martial arts master , exercise your body, study your moves, and of course you will get praise from others."

"However, who can determine the meaning of a person's life?"

March was slightly stunned, suddenly thought of something, looked at it suspiciously and said:

"What were you reading on the computer just now? Why did you suddenly gain enlightenment?"

"I'm just passing the time."

"Just like when we play games, it's actually quite interesting, isn't it? The outline framework of 'the meaning of life' defined by most people in the world has framed many people. But if you don't follow the trend, it's actually even more amazing. .”

Listening to Dan Heng suddenly becoming verbose, March nodded perfunctorily and complained:

"So you are such a bitch, hey, let me tell you, the three of us are all losers, otherwise how could we get together?"

Conversation room.

The door to the department suddenly opened.

A pair of shiny leather shoes stepped in here.

With just the right pedaling rhythm, the man slowly walked towards the two of them.

Since the room was already quiet, his footsteps could be heard very clearly by Yue Sanqi and Dan Heng.

The two men turned around.

When she saw the person coming, March could not help but cover her mouth and exclaimed:

"Eh?! How did you become rich and handsome? Are you going to quit our ranks of losers!"

At this time, Mr. Yan was dressed cleanly and neatly.

The long black hair that was originally loose and even frizzy, now seems to have been smeared with something, and is extremely soft under the light, and is even tied up.

On the bridge of his straight nose, his dark golden eyes were silently watching the two of them like a spring under the moon.

Plus that gorgeous dress.

If it weren't for the Genshin Impact's Abyss settlement screen that was on the screen of the phone in this guy's hand, March th would have almost not recognized who it was.

"Huh, loser?" The man raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he heard something ridiculous.

He grabbed his mobile phone, put his hands behind his back, and chanted: "I originally wanted to get along with you as an ordinary person, but I don't pretend to be like this anymore. I'm showing off my cards! In fact, I am."

at this time.

The door of the department suddenly opened, and Alan ran in hurriedly grabbing a pair of red pants and said:

"Mr. Yan Huan, Miss and I really can't find anything suitable. Can you just wear your own clothes first?"

Yan raised his eyebrows, turned around slightly, and glanced sideways at Alan:

"Where did you get this sexy color? I don't have pants of this color!"

Alan said doubtfully:

"Ah? Miss, please ask Mr. Walter to find these from your room. Mr. Walter said that all the underwear in your room are of this color, so he just brought a pair over."

"Mr. Yan Huan, you'd better put it on. It will be very uncomfortable if you don't wear it."

Yan's mouth crooked and he laughed and said:

"Friend, you've crossed the line! I already told you that it's not mine anymore. Since I can't find the right one, it's okay not to wear it, hahahaha!!"

With that said, he bypassed Alan and walked out in a swaggering manner.

"But."

Alan grabbed his red pants and stared blankly at Yan Huan's back:

"But the one you replaced before was also red."

"I won't listen, I won't listen...hahahaha!!"

"..."

……

Chapter 119 Is he so noble?

In a locker room.

Alan walked out with Yan.

Standing outside were Walter, March Qi, Dan Heng and others.

Seeing Yan Huan come out, Walter held his forehead and said:

"Yan Huan, why do you deny that those are your underwear? I really took them from your room."

Yan followed Alan helplessly, obviously he had been forced to put on the red pants.

Hearing Walter's voice, he raised his head and said seriously:

"Mr. Walter...I...didn't...tell...ly."

Walter: "..."

"Who can afford to wear this kind of clothes? I've been a loser all my life... I'm so embarrassed."

Walter: "..."

"These pants are really real... I don't know yet."

Walter: "..."

"Please, don't pester me anymore. Who wouldn't want to be a rich, handsome man if possible..."

Seeing Yan sitting on the ground on the spot, crying like a resentful woman, March took a step forward, frowned and said:

"Okay, okay, we are all losers, and you actually want to leave our team privately! Even if I agree, Dan Heng won't agree!"

"Is he considered a loser? I thought he was just boring." Yan Huan stopped crying.

Dan Heng: "..."

Seeing that the time was almost up, Alan said to Yan Huan:

"Mr. Yan Huan, um, you haven't eaten yet, right? This is fried rice made by me. I hope you don't mind."

With that said, he took out a piece of fried rice and handed it to Yan Huan.

"?"

Someone Yan smelled the box lunch and stared at Alan suspiciously:

"It couldn't have been dropped on the ground, or could it be that Esta came to take revenge on me for General Pei, so she put some ingredients in it before you sent it to me?"

"No, no, I fried this myself." Alan waved his hands quickly and explained hesitantly.

"Oh~ I fried it myself! I understand, there is indeed a problem!" Yan Huan showed a ferocious look in his eyes, took out a silver needle from his arms and pierced it into the fried rice.

Swish——! !

Under Alan's gaze, the silver needle turned slightly black.

"Damn it, it's really poisonous!" Yan yelled, holding up the blackened silver needle.

For a moment, the atmosphere suddenly became extremely tense!

"???" Even March th held his breath!

The chief of the space station's defense department openly poisoned the quasi-happy Star God of the Star Dome Train!

Alan's eyes almost fell out. He was at a loss for a moment and said anxiously:

"How, how is it possible?! I, I obviously made it myself, and the lady also likes it. I, I just want to thank Mr. Yan Huan, you saved the Black Tower Space Station last time, how could I poison it? ?!”

Yan was holding the fried rice box with one hand and the silver needle that was still gradually turning black with the other hand. He narrowed his eyes slightly:

"I didn't expect that just a bowl of fried rice could be so dangerous!"

"Well, since God won't let me, then I will die with my life!!"

Immediately afterwards, Yan opened his mouth wide and poured the fried rice directly into his mouth as if he were feeding him food!

His throat kept moving and swallowing.

Everyone watching this scene was shocked.

When Yan Huan was about to eat, Walter stretched out his hand to stop him, but he didn't expect that he was so fast that he actually put it upside down in his mouth.

With tons of swallowing sounds, the box of fried rice was actually completely eaten.

March widened her pink-blue eyes and shouted:

"No, you drank the fried rice like water. You didn't even chew it. How can you swallow it?!"

Yan Huan wiped her mouth and tipped the lunch box down without a drop of rice falling out.

This shocked Alan!

He quickly advised:

"Yan, Mr. Yan Huan, you'd better follow me to find a doctor. I don't know why the food is poisonous. But don't worry, I will definitely investigate it. Now let's go check the body first. Please follow me quickly. I'm coming, quickly..."

With that said, he wanted to help Yan Huan go.

Dan Heng said calmly:

"Actually, the blackening of silver needles does not mean that the food is actually poisoned. It is just an exaggerated expression technique used in film and television works."

"Hahahaha! So what if it's poisonous? I, Yan, will definitely make the world cough, cough, cough..."

Apparently, he was choked.

Alan quickly patted his back.

March , on the other hand, ran to his feet and picked up the silver needle that had just been accidentally dropped.

She held it in her hand and looked at it carefully:

"Hey, this silver needle is still turning black. It's obviously not a problem with the fried rice."

"Let me see." Walter took the silver needle and narrowed his eyes.

After a moment, he said:

"This... is a specially made prop. You see, it turns black for a while and then returns to its original state."

March turned back to Yan and asked:

"Where did you buy this silver needle?"

Yan replied: