Wang Xiaoming returned home with his scars and fell head-on on the sofa. He encountered countless unlucky events since he was a child. He thought he had experienced many battles. Until today he knew... they were all fireflies, and today they were flashlights. What's even more terrifying is that he didn't know when Barr would take out his searchlight.

He turned his head, and the computer screen was facing him, and it was pitch black and lifeless. A thought suddenly appeared in his mind - was it because he often beat Barr in the dark to vent, so Barr ran to reality to retaliate?

...But there are so many dark players. Is he the only one who beats Barr, and the others are only beaten by Barr? He quickly denied it. So, it's still bad luck.

Wang Xiaoming touched the new wound of hitting the street lamp post on his forehead, and felt infinite sadness in his heart.

"Get up." Barr walked up to him.

Whoosh, Wang Xiaoming's back is at a 90-degree angle to the sofa, and his thighs and chest are also at a 90-degree angle. From the side, his upper body is perpendicular to the sofa cushion. Because the sofa cushion is parallel to the floor, the extension line of Wang Xiaoming's upper body is perpendicular to the floor... In short, it is very straight.

"What are your plans next?" Barr sat in a computer chair, put his elbow on the armrest, and looked at him with his chin.

Although he looks a little kind now, the bloody lessons of this day have made Wang Xiaoming fully understand the meaning of people not being good at appearances and angels not being able to compete with each other. "I want to think about it carefully."

"Want?" Barr's eyebrows trembled.

Wang Xiaoming's butt moved to the side for a while, and quickly replied: "I've thought about it."

"Oh? Say."

Barr's eyes were very deep, so when he turned his back to the sun, the shadows in his eye sockets were extremely deep and dark, like black holes.

"I think," Wang Xiaoming swallowed secretly and gritted his teeth, "I want to forget it!" It is better to have a short pain than a long pain. He and Chang Haitao had just met once, and the school was in chaos. If he persisted, he might start to startle the central government and go straight to the sky.

Therefore, for the sake of the stability of the motherland, he must hold on... hold on... hold on... hold on...

Wang Xiaoming's heart was beating wildly, his eyes staring at every expression on Barr's face.

Barr frowned slightly and said, "Look down."

"..." Wang Xiaoming flicked up and turned to run. The sofa seemed to have spirituality, and it was slanted in front of him to block the way.

Wang Xiaoming bent his legs, knelt on the sofa cushion, and hugged his head.

...

Although his spells were useless directly to Wang Xiaoming, they were very useful indirectly. Bar nodded with satisfaction. "Lying down."

Wang Xiaoming slowly turned around and whispered: "If you have something to discuss..."

"I count to three. One..."

brush.

There is another parallel line on the floor.

Barr's hands slowly touched his body that was as stiff as a chopping board.

"Puchi." Wang Xiaoming immediately lowered his face when he encountered Barr's dangerous eyes and continued to act like a dead body.

Barr's hand continued to move.

"Puff..." Wang Xiaoming's body seemed to have a vibrating phone.

"..." Barr pursed his lips.

A washbasin rushed out of the bathroom like a magical flying carpet and slammed on Wang Xiaoming's head with a bang.

...

The world is quiet.

Barr put his hand on his chest, slowly feeling the situation of the Black Star Bead and his body.

After a while, his brows frowned. His body repaired was slower than before, and Wang Xiaoming's feelings for Chang Haitao were reduced by half.

"Damn it." He lowered his curse and slapped Wang Xiaoming in the face.

Wang Xiaoming woke up dizzyly.

"Humans are not only fragile, but also have feelings so fragile." In addition to anger, Barr's face also had disdain, "Is your feelings a tide? There are also ebbs and ebbs?"

"...Ah?" Wang Xiaoming had a star on his head, and he had no idea what he was talking about.

Bar picked up his clothes and said viciously: "I mean, why has your feelings for Chang Haitao faded?"

"Chang Haitao?" Wang Xiaoming suddenly realized what he was saying when his nose almost hit his nose, "Ah? That, I... I didn't think about how I faded... Uh."

"Forget it." Barr suddenly let go of his hand.

Wang Xiaoming was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard him say, "Anyway, that human being is not only fragile in body, but also fragile in emotions, it is just a inferior product, so don't be the best."

"..." What happened before he woke up after his basin fell down? Why is Barr so easy to talk to?

"but."

As soon as Barr's tone changed, Wang Xiaoming suddenly had a bad premonition.

"I want you to fall in love with someone within three days."

Wang Xiaoming's heart tightened, "Who?"

"Whatever you do," said Barr, "as long as you love him wholeheartedly and die."

...

This is really going to die.

Wang Xiaoming asked timidly: "Can I ask why?"

"Can."

Wang Xiaoming asked: "Why?"

"Keep confidential."

“…”

Regardless of the reason, there are still three days left, which means that he can live at least 72 hours, 4,320 minutes, and 259,200 seconds.

...

He began to consider using seconds as a unit of measurement for life.

After Barr issued an ultimatum, he didn't care about him anymore and went to play with the computer.

Wang Xiaoming looked at his skillful movements and confirmed that although he was a fallen angel, he was a very fashionable fallen angel, and was not in the same category as the angel who only knows how to fly and call two functions in the movie.

Bar suddenly complained in a low voice: "Can't human networks connect to hell?"

"..." Wang Xiaoming stretched his head curiously while applying medicine. Could it be that there are networks in hell? Is it the same as humans? Or use spider webs?

Bar suddenly turned around, "What were you playing when I saw you for the first time?"

Wang Xiaoming shook his hand and said calmly: "Game."

"Open."

Wang Xiaoming held the mouse and hesitated between the Dark Epic and Diablo. According to Barr's temper, if he knew that his incarnation was often destroyed by him, he would probably be destroyed back in reality soon... but he could not escape if he didn't open it...

As if seeing his hesitation, Barr added gloomyly: "I remember the last time the scene."

Pick.

He heard himself pressing the mouse button.

Looking at the burning flames of Diapolo 2, Wang Xiaoming asked in a low voice: "Do you have a younger brother?"

Barr was stunned for a moment and frowned and said, "What does it mean?"

"Nothing." He let go of his mouse.

Barr took the mouse and clicked curiously. There are games in hell, but at first he was busy looking for troubles in heaven and hell, and he didn't have time to play. Later, he was afraid of being troubles in heaven and hell, and hell, and he didn't have time to play. So today is a rare experience.

Wang Xiaoming stood beside him, silently engaged in psychological struggle. In the end, his love for the darkness overcame the fear. He couldn't help but ask, "Do you know Diapolo?"

"Know." Barr answered absent-mindedly, focusing on the screen.

Wang Xiaoming said excitedly: "He is really your brother?"

"..." Barr slowly turned his head.

Wang Xiaoming immediately fell from the clouds to the ice cellar and looked at him in fear.

Barr looked at him silently for a while and pondered: "What profession should I choose?"

"……ah?"

“Isn’t it possible to choose a career?”

"Oh. Yes, Druids, Amazons, and Assassins are all good."

"one."

Wang Xiaoming subconsciously replied: "Master."

After a day of trouble, Wang Xiaoming slept soundly at night, almost in a state of sacrifice.

In the deep darkness, his foot was kicked, followed by his thighs, then his waist, then...

Wang Xiaoming opened his eyes.

Barr's hand was falling toward his face.
To be continued...