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Volume 1 Rose Prison Chapter 112 Outside the Window

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    Huang Yi shook his head slightly. He didn't specifically choose Tiandao's record to break. It was all a coincidence. The record-breaking reward from the Tower of Gods was very important to him, and he couldn't give up.

    Now, his experience value is 97% at level 35, and he can still fight again.

    Next, he brushed the 20th level again. This time he did not deliberately let go. He directly used all his strength and broke the world record again, rising to level 36.

    Then, he went to the 32nd floor to brush the remaining times. This will be the last time he brushes the Tower of the Gods for some time to come.

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    Night has fallen, and Tianen City, the largest city in the distant Japanese mainland, has begun a rich nightlife, and the laughter of players is everywhere.

    At this time, on the roof of a tall building in Tian'en City, a man in white with a Japanese sword hanging on his waist was looking at the east. His eyes were as deep as the stars above his head. The night wind gently blew his cloak back.  , showing a chic and elegant temperament.

    "Your record has been broken three times by him." At this time, a voice came from the air behind the man in white.  Immediately afterwards, a circle of ripples suddenly appeared in the air, and a man in black walked out of the void, as if he had traveled from another world.

    This man in black clothes is all black, and his face is covered by a black mask, making it difficult to see clearly.  There was also an Oriental sword hanging on his waist. It had no scabbard and was just white. The tip of the sword was dripping with blood, as if he had just killed someone.

    "Records exist to be broken." The man in white said quietly, his eyes still looking far away to the east.

    The man in black stepped forward, looked down at the city, and said in a solemn tone: "Now, there are more and more masters of Chinese players. Needless to say, people like Blade, Dragon Thorn, and Thunder God, just the instant kill that just appeared recently,  It has already made us feel tremendous pressure. It has been less than a month since he appeared, but he has already broken three world records in a row. Such a person has only appeared once in the world, and that is you."

    "Is this a compliment to me?" The man in white turned to look at the man in black and smiled slightly.

    The man in black shook his head: "In a sense, he is more terrifying than you. Since he appeared, the organization has been on high alert and sent spies from mainland China to investigate, but there is no result yet. In addition,  In the real world, we also used all our efforts to find this person, but the strange thing is that we couldn't find him by any means. He is like a ball of air and does not exist in the real world. I doubt that it will be an instant kill.  It is very likely that they are spies sent to China by the United States.¡±

    "If the instant kill is their spy, then this spy is too stupid. He actually helped China win some national honor points and showed up so arrogantly." The man in white spoke calmly, but there was no trace of ridicule in his words.  hide.

    "Don't laugh at any doubts of the organization. There is an old saying in China, when the fake is real, the real is also fake. Sometimes it is difficult to judge what is fake and what is real." The man in black said, glanced at the man in white, and then his body gradually changed.  Faint, and finally disappeared into the void, as if it had never appeared.

    The man in white was still looking at the eastern starry sky, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly, hiding in the night.

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    When night fell, Huang Yi finally finished the last visit to the Tower of the Gods and teleported back to the Teleport Square in Thorn City.

    At this time, the teleportation field is still bustling with activity. It seems that the people here have been living this kind of life forever, playing in the Tower of the Gods every day, going to the tavern to drink every day, and never thinking about the distant place or those distant dreams.  Just simply live here.

    Huang Yi left the teleportation field and walked in the bustling streets.  The night in Thorn City is still so peaceful. Players are walking in twos and threes, couples are holding hands, and there is happy laughter.  In fact, they, the players, are really playing the game and savoring this peaceful life.

    In comparison, Huang Yi is more like a wanderer, constantly moving forward in this vast continent, no matter how strong the wind is, no matter how cold the night is, no matter how desolate the forest is, no matter how majestic the mountains are.  During the rainy season, he would keep walking towards the illusory distance, pursuing the belief in freedom.

    In a sense, he is an emperor, with reputation, honor and strength.  But at the same time, he is also a beggar, without love, freedom, or home.

    As he walked, Huang Yi came to the garden again. Perhaps only by coming here could he calm down like an ordinary player and stop thinking about those complicated things.

    The dim street lamps shone quietly, a few moths held a dance around the lights, the garden surrounded by carved iron fences was peaceful and peaceful, Huang Yi stepped on his shadow and walked into?The depth of that floral fragrance.

    As you walk further in, there are no street lights. The moonlight shines down quietly, covering the ground with petals.  In the distance, there is a circle of players sitting around the flower pond. In the middle is a bard. At this time, he is holding a harp and playing and singing some classic old songs. The melodious singing comes from far through the night, full of tranquility and harmony.  peaceful.

    Huang Yi stood deep in the fragrance of flowers, standing in the bright moonlight, quietly looking at the girl's window. At this time, the orange light was still shining inside, and the girl's silhouette still lowered her head, full of warmth.  There were thousands of houses in this city and countless windows, but he only saw this one.

    He was leaving soon, and he would never see this girl again. He didn't even know her name, what she liked, or what she looked like. The only thing he could remember was her hazy face.  Silhouette.

    The night was getting deeper, the breeze was blowing, and it was slightly cool. The bard in the distance sang an old song from many years ago¡ª¡ª

    Goodbye, my beloved dream girl,

    I will go far away to find the future,

    If I return to my hometown one day,

    Then tell your feelings outside your window.

    Goodbye, my beloved dream girl,

    Say treasure to your shadow,

    If I never come back,

    Just let the moon stay outside your window.

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    After the singing ended, Huang Yi glanced at the window for the last time, finally moved his steps and walked out of the garden. He was about to set off for a distant place.

    Walking out of the gate of Thorn City, Huang Yi looked at the desolate wilderness and darkness outside and took a deep breath.  Then, he turned his head and took one last look at this peaceful thorn city.  This place is so beautiful, the lights of thousands of houses are like stars in the sky, lighting up thousands of houses, millions of people, and his loneliness.

    "Thousands of lights, which one is for me?"
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