"Wonderful, your solution is really wonderful! But would the other player really believe us and attack that player for the sake of a magic weapon that doesn't know if it exists or not? ”

"Of course, it's not that simple, there's a lot of complicated processes to work intricately. However, the video of the man fighting us just now has already been filmed by me, and I will definitely be able to achieve the ultimate goal by adding fuel and vinegar to the operation. ”

"That's great. hahaha......"

After everyone finished speaking, they all daxiao got up.

The water town in the south of the Yangtze River does have a lot of water. Ziyang flew not far from the woods where the giant bear was fighting, and he came to a river.

Seeing the river in front of him, Ziyang is sword fell to the riverside, then squatted to the river, reached into the river, picked up some river water and sprinkled it on his face.

At this time, it was late at night, and the air was already very cool, just standing in the air felt a little cold, and the water in the river was even colder. At this time, Ziyang sprinkled the river water on his face, and suddenly there was an extreme cold transmitted from the river water to Ziyang's skin, and then it was accepted by his own sensory nerves.

It's just that although the river water is cold, Ziyang feels that the cold river water is very good. Because the cold river water sprinkled on his face made Ziyang feel the coldness to the bone, and he also felt his own existence, proving that he was not dead now. Maybe...... Before long, even if I wanted to feel the bone-chilling shade, I wouldn't be able to feel it.

Sighing, Ziyang suddenly reached out and sprinkled a large handful of river water on top of his head, letting Jiang Shui make his long hair wet and slowly slide down his head.

"Weishenme, what's going to happen? Am I really going to die? ”

Ziyang looked at the reflection of the swaying waves in the river, and muttered to himself, with a look of deep disbelief and fear in his eyes.

Holding a handful of river water and throwing it on his head again, Ziyang stood up from the river and walked along the river.

Ziyang walked by the river, looking at the beautiful scenery on both sides, as if admiring this rare beauty of the south of the Yangtze River, but in fact, his heart was full of mixed feelings, complicated, and he was not in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery at all. It's just like a soulless walking corpse, just walking along the river, going up the river.

Walking aimlessly along the riverside for a long distance, Ziyang didn't know how far he had walked, and when he looked up, he suddenly saw a person sitting on the riverside not far ahead.

This person was wearing a shawl with long hair and a gray-white robe, but it was a woman with a delicate back. And this woman was sitting on a big rock by the river at this time, took off the Taoist boots on her feet, lifted the hem of the Taoist robe a little, put her feet into the river, and let the river pet her white and beautiful feet to flow over, and then swim with the fragrance on her feet.

Seeing the woman's feet soaked in water, Ziyang suddenly thought that he had just used the water to wash his face and hair, and the woman's feet were soaked in water, and the water was rushing through it, wouldn't the water he used ......

Thinking of this, Ziyang suddenly had an unnatural feeling in his heart.

Although the woman's feet were very white and clean. Although this is a game, although the river is very wide and does not necessarily bring anything, but thinking that the other party is a woman and washing her face with that water, Ziyang is still uncomfortable for a while......

But just now when I thought of this, Ziyang was laughing at himself, and secretly thought to himself that he was a dying person, and he still cared about what he was doing.

Shaking his head, Ziyang walked towards the woman.

Maybe the girl was too engrossed, or maybe she didn't care at all. Ziyang walked behind the woman, but the woman remained motionless, as if she didn't notice Ziyang at all.

Looking at the woman with a melancholy expression on the side of her face, she looked a little helpless. Ziyang suddenly felt that this scene was somewhat similar to just now. But just now he was sitting on the grass by the swamp, and now he was sitting by the river.

Ziyang wasn't that girl, and she wouldn't be that frizzy. And the other woman's daughter is not Ziyang, she will not be so unkind and mentally ill, so there will be no unpleasant follow-up just now.

In fact, Ziyang also regrets it now. He still heard something about what the girl said, and the other party was also for his own good, and suddenly felt sympathy and wanted to take care of himself, but he was a little frizzy and got himself into the swamp quagmire. caught up with his irritable mood, so he was angry and scolded, and made a pair of jiashi who was ready to kill, so that the girl's brother instinctively took action to protect his sister, which caused a series of subsequent unpleasantness. And in Ziyang's heart, he still doesn't want to kill those players. But at that time, the situation forced me to do it without thinking too much.

Thinking of the girl's initial sympathy and Zuihou's helplessness, Ziyang also regretted it in her heart. But Ziyang is a person who wants to die to save face and suffer crimes, knowing that he is wrong, but he will not go to the other party.

There should be poetry at this time!

Looking at the cold river in front of him and the woman by the river, feeling that his mood was very similar to the woman's expression, Ziyang suddenly opened his mouth and whispered:

"Searching, deserted, miserable and miserable. When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to breathe. Three glasses and two light wines, how can he be in a hurry late? The geese are also sad, but they are old acquaintances.

Yellowfare flowers are piled up all over the ground. Haggard and damaged, who can pick it up now? Guarding the window alone, how can you be born dark? Sycamore is more and drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit. This time, what a sad word! ”

Although this poem is not scene, it is somewhat similar to Ziyang's mood at this time and the expression on the face of the woman by the river. And the emotions expressed by the poet through this poem are also low and helpless, which is more appropriate to Ziyang's mood at this time. In addition, Ziyang likes this poem by the poetess Qingzhao very much, so she has this thought.

After reading the poem, Ziyang was not knowing what to say, and the woman suddenly spoke.

"My friend is full of worries, and his mood is so low, why don't you sit down!"

After speaking, he moved to the side on the boulder, and vacated a space on the boulder for Ziyang.

In normal times, Ziyang would definitely be embarrassed to sit next to a strange woman, but at this time, he felt that he was not far from death, so he didn't care about this, and when he jumped up, he had already fallen on the boulder, and sat down next to the woman.

After sitting down, Ziyang looked at the river in front of him, and suddenly said in a low voice:

"It's cold in the middle of the night, and this river is even colder!"

When the woman heard this, she replied:

"Although the river is cold, how can it compare to the ruthlessness of personnel!"

After speaking, the face was more melancholy, and the expression of melancholy was more.

For a while, the two of them were speechless, they were all sitting by the river, looking at the cold river in front of them, but they were thinking about their own thoughts.