"Thanks!"

The girl in COSPLAY outfit handed the flyer to Yan Xiaoyi, showed a sweet smile, then walked towards the next passerby, and handed out the flyer in her hand.

After Yan Xiaoyi put the leaflet into his backpack casually, he walked into the community in front of him and into a high-rise residential building.

Empty home!

Yan Xiaoyi's home is big, but it looks very deserted. After exhaling deep breath, Yan Xiaoyi threw himself into the bed.

I opened my backpack and there was a trophy inside, and there was a certificate with a few gold-plated words "Champion of the 12th New Century Virtual Fighting Cup" on it!

Professional players, this is Yan Xiaoyi's profession. At the same time, in the field of games, Yan Xiaoyi is quite accomplished and famous. He is admired by many young people. He has won many championships and has extremely generous bonuses. However, Yan Xiaoyi is not happy at all. He does not lack money or achievements, but he needs recognition.

When he won the championship and called his parents happily, he received a cold response from the other party, followed by a bitter education, hoping that Yan Xiaoyi would stop playing such meaningless competitions, be honest in finding a job, or work at his mother's venture capital company, etc.

This is the secular view of professional players. The management of a company makes two million a year. They are called social elites. A professional player also makes two million a year, but they are considered to be inappropriate!

In the eyes of his parents, Yan Xiaoyi cannot please them no matter how good he gets. This is also the pain of Yan Xiaoyi. No matter how hard he works or what price he pays, no matter how many people recognize his talent in the game, they do not recognize it, and they never feel that their son has any ability!

"What a fuck!"

Yan Xiaoyi looked at the ceiling with hatred and cursed, throwing the certificate and trophy into the cabinet, but while flipping through the backpack, a leaflet fell from the backpack.

"If you have any wishes, if you have any hopes, if you are not satisfied with your current life, then come here and come to Paradise Island. This is the most realistic game and will also give you everything you want."

"Did the girl give me the game's flyer?" Yan Xiaoyi shook his head and smiled bitterly: "What a pity, what I want is something that the game can't give me, if..."

Yan Xiaoyi stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the countless trophys.

"If only this world is the world of games, then I must be the strongest!"

Boom!

As soon as Yan Xiaoyi finished speaking, the ground roared, and then the whole room began to shake violently.

"No." Yan Xiaoyi said in surprise: "This is not a certain island country, but it actually has an earthquake!"

Yan Xiaoyi quickly stood against the wall, felt it, and found that the shaking feeling was really good. He immediately grabbed the coat on the bed and blocked his head, rushed out of the room, rushed out of the corridor, ran out of the building, and then...

Yan Xiaoyi's face was full of shock!

Different streets, different houses, where you are located is not a community, but a commercial street, with shops on both sides. The pedestrians on the street didn’t know where they went, but they were empty. Looking back, it was not only those shops, but even the residential building they lived in was not right. That was not a residential building, but a small shop selling snacks.

"Damn it, what's going on."

Yan Xiaoyi rubbed his eyes hard, then patted his head, and even suspected that he was dreaming. He pinched his cheek hard, but found that it was so painful that it was not a dream again, but when he looked up, he found that the scenery around him had changed.

"Yo, Yo, Yo, I found the prey!"

At this moment, a sharp laugh suddenly sounded. Yan Xiaoyi turned around and then saw the silver light flashing in front of him, which scared him to the ground. When he looked closely, he was frightened and stood upright. The silver light turned out to be a silver steel fork that was half a meter long. It was nailed between his legs and inserted into the ground. The rod of the steel fork was still shaking there.

"Yeah!" The sharp voice sounded again: "It turns out that it is still a little chick, I'm blessed."

Yan Xiaoyi looked up and saw a man in his twenties standing on the roof next to him, wearing a punk wallet and ripped jeans, with short purple hair that was extremely swaying, with a leather pocket behind him, and two steel forks inside.

Yan Xiaoyi felt that his head was not enough, and looked at the man in confusion. The continuous strangeness made him unable to touch his head. Just as Yan Xiaoyi was tidying up his thoughts, the man actually jumped off the roof and landed on the ground with extraordinary ease. He suddenly kicked Yan Xiaoyi in the chest, held up the steel fork and held his neck.

"Little boy!" the man licked the corners of his mouth and said, "What kind of way do you want to die?"

"Hey, it's illegal to kill people." Yan Xiaoyi struggled for a moment and said, "Let me go, what a hell is this."

"Hahaha, I'm really a young man who just came here." The man laughed and said, "It's good to do this. It's not a kind of happiness if you die in a mess. I'm also doing good things."

When the man said goodbye, the man raised the steel fork high.

Yan Xiaoyi was confused. It was not acting, it was definitely not acting. The man's eyes were calm and there was no flash at all. He definitely didn't look like he was joking. This guy would really kill him.

Yan Xiaoyi almost instinctively struggled again, but the man's foot stepped on Yan Xiaoyi's chest like a hill, which made him unable to move at all.

"I'm your uncle!"

At the critical moment of life and death, Yan Xiaoyi felt ruthless and raised his fist to hit the man's ankle. What was even more surprising was that the man had nothing to do, but Yan Xiaoyi felt like his fist hit the steel plate.

"Little chick, you can't beat me, go to die with peace of mind!"

The silver steel fork finally pierced downwards. Yan Xiaoyi instinctively closed his eyes, but at this moment, there was a sudden "clang" sound, and then Yan Xiaoyi felt his chest suddenly loosen.

When he opened his eyes, the man had already left his body and took a few steps back. He was covering his right hand, and the bright red blood kept sliding down from his fingers.

"Butterfly Needle? Su Tian?" the man gritted his teeth and said angrily: "You better not meddle in other people's business!"

Accompanied by the man's roar, a graceful figure appeared at the end of the street. It was a very slender woman with a butterfly brooch in her slender fingers. Yan Xiaoyi could hardly see any movement of the woman. A silver light flashed in the air. With a bang, a spider web cracked on the wall behind the man, and a red number of "-470" floated above the man's head.

"You..." The man was about to speak ill again, but he saw another butterfly brooch in the woman's hand, so he swallowed the words back, turned around and ran: "Wait for me!"

"It's inexplicable!"

It is now difficult for Yan Xiaoyi to describe his mood in words. He came to a place he didn't know for no reason. Someone wanted to kill him for no reason, and was rescued for no reason. This was a completely inexplicable day.

The woman also walked to Yan Xiaoyi at this time, wrapped her hands around her chest and squatted down.

"Rookie?"

"Newcomer?"

"fledgling?"

After the woman asked three questions, she saw Yan Xiaoyi being stupid, then shook her head and said, "So he is a fool?"

The woman stood up, yawned boredly, and then continued to walk towards the corner of the street, as if she was really just passing by.

"Wait!" Yan Xiaoyi also came to his senses and immediately chased the woman and said, "Can you tell me what this is?"

The woman turned around and said, "You don't know where this is?"

Yan Xiaoyi said: "Why do you want to ask if I know?"

"So it's a newcomer." The woman waved her hand and continued to walk forward: "Then I wish you good luck. I hope you can live longer. There are many guys like the ones just now."

"Wait a minute." Yan Xiaoyi quickly chased after him and said, "What do you mean that there are many people like that? Just killing people casually? Is there no law? I was still at my own house twenty minutes ago. After I ran out for no reason, everything around me changed. Can you tell me in detail, hey, hey, are you listening to me..."

Yan Xiaoyi reached out to pull the woman's shoulder, but the moment he was about to touch it, Yan Xiaoyi felt a chill of his throat. When he looked down, a butterfly brooch had already pressed on his head and neck.

Yan Xiaoyi quickly raised his hand and said, "Calm down, calm down, I have no malicious intentions."

"Hmph, what can you do to me if you have malice?" The woman snorted disdainfully, then said: "Don't bother me, I have no obligation to teach new people to survive."

Yan Xiaoyi said: "If there is no obligation, how about I pay? This is not an obligation!"

"Ha!" the woman mocked, "What can you pay?"

"This..." Yan Xiaoyi took out his pockets, and the money was left at home. He didn't have the habit of wearing expensive jewelry. In the end, he could only say pitifully: "Is it okay to be beautiful?"

"Puff!" Yan Xiaoyi looked serious, and the woman almost burst into laughter instinctively. Finally, she waved her hand helplessly and said, "Forget it, I have nothing to do anyway, come with me."

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Chapter completed!