Great god, ahead there is a monster cutting off the bridge and meeting in love with Chinese
"Good heavens! What's going on?! Has a goddess appeared?! The usually calm and collected Big God is actually getting agitated!!!"
"Are you kidding me? This is a rhythm that's going to drive people crazy, the Great God of Mysteriousness is actually flirting with a rookie!!! Great God, please have some self-respect."
The number of consecutive replies is countless, and Su Nuan only now realizes that the charm of the great god is indeed unmatched.
"Hey, herb-picking newbie, it's your good fortune that the God of Mischief has taken a liking to you. How ungrateful are you? You're showing off your newly acquired War God Golden Armor on the streets, trying to flaunt it in front of the great god? Now that the great god has taken the bait, you're playing hard to get again? Ridiculous!!!"
This reply only stayed in the chat channel's public toilet for a few seconds before being drowned out by a large crowd of followers calling out to the great god Baoniu's sister players.
Unfortunately, Su Nuan still saw it, she was a bit sulky, she had never celebrated the holiday with anyone in the game, but why did that person have to be so sarcastic towards her.
Su Nuan suddenly remembered the fan effect, and the player with the ID Yezi Jingjing was obviously a fan of Jiang Shuiyang.
An Yu sat in front of the computer looking at Jiang Yang's words, furrowing his brow and looking towards Jiang Yang who had just walked out of the bathroom, saying: "Your fans are going to riot."
Jiang Yang's hair was still wet, dripping with water. He casually picked up a towel beside him and wiped it off, his bulging biceps and chest muscles slightly trembling with the movement.
"No choice, who let me be so charming?"
Jiang Yang made a sulky face at An Yu, then sat in front of the computer with his shirt off, enjoying the commotion he had stirred up.
Su Nuan had long since disappeared at this time, and now she finally understands that in real life, people can't be high-profile, and in the game, they also can't be high-profile. If not, the one who will definitely become the target of the cannon is oneself.
Jiang Yang made an effort to search for the ID "Warm Voice, Warm Air" in the crowded streets, but unfortunately, that rookie had already escaped.
Su Nuan was wandering aimlessly in the game when she suddenly received a text message from her boyfriend on her phone.
Bai Hao said: "Su Nuan, let's break up."
Su Nuan sat in front of the computer, stunned, as if she couldn't believe the text message she had just received. Recently, scam groups have been rampant, Su Nuan thought, this text message was not scamming her out of money, but rather scamming her out of the love she had invested in for three years in college.
Su Nuan hesitated for a moment, she wanted to ask why. But the reply from the past was just two short words: "Okay."
It doesn't make sense anymore, so Su Nuan said, okay.
Without expression, seemingly carefree and calm, Su Nuan has always been like this, being calm at times when she shouldn't be, and often revealing her scatterbrained nature at times when she should be calm.
These two sentences ended the three-year love between Su Nuan and Bai Hao. Su Nuan wouldn't complain, but whoever would feel uncomfortable in their heart. She listlessly threw her phone into the drawer and wandered aimlessly in the game for an entire afternoon.
Su Nuan sat down on a broken bridge, lowering her head and randomly plucking the strings of the hu tail qin in her arms.
Willows lean on each other, sleeves fluttering, Su Nuan's fingertips only jumped out a few broken notes, the desolate back shadow makes people heartache. A certain great god standing at the bow of the boat saw the low-headed girl playing the piano, and with just a few points on the water surface, he appeared behind the girl picking herbs.
