Black Tech Internet Cafe System

The faint cold rain shrouded Yuanyang City, and the originally mild climate gave birth to a gloomy and cold atmosphere inexplicably.

This is really a rare bad weather for this ancient city.

The raindrops flow down the eaves of the glazed roof tiles, gather into streams beside the road, and then follow the ditches into the artificial river in the city.

A figure, like a ghost, came here at some unknown time, or it may have appeared out of thin air. It held a black paper umbrella and stood on the stone bridge, staring at the rushing water at the bottom of the bridge. The fallen leaves rolled along with the current, sinking ups and downs and pushing them into the distance.

"Ask Tianjian Palace, how is it?"

"Don't worry, those swords were born. Even if we don't intervene in this matter, they will not be able to hold back. These guys have never been small in ambition." The voice seemed to come from the rushing river under the bridge, and it seemed to come from the rainy sky .

"Troubled times are like boats, those who cross are like grass floating ups and downs, those who cross the sea of ​​suffering in vain, only..." Those indifferent eyes stared at the ups and downs of the broken branches and leaves in the river, as if they were indifferent to the ups and downs of the people, and the voice of the person holding the umbrella seemed to blend into the The sound of the rain gradually blurred.

...

"Why is it raining all of a sudden?" Jiang Xiaoyue complained, and entered the store with a small flower umbrella.

"Isn't it just raining? Ah Chio!" There were a few girls who came with them, obviously they had just finished school, and Mu Qing, who didn't have an umbrella, was still clean, not even a trace of rain.

Suddenly sneezed: "Why does the rain feel so cold today?"

"Have a cup of milk tea!"

Start your day with delicious milk tea.

"boss!"

Boss Fang didn't play games on the computer for the first time at this time, but sat on the sofa in the rest area.

Possibly looking up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle.

"Boss...boss...!" Jiang Xiaoyue's small white palm dangled in front of Boss Fang's eyes for a long time.

"Huh?" I just came back to my senses.

"Boss, what are you in a daze for?"

"Are you worried about the Nangong family?" Li Lanruo asked with some concern.

"What about the Nangong family?" Boss Fang was at a loss.

After all, the Nangong family has never been humiliated like this. This is not just a small grievance. It is already related to the issue of the foothold of an ancient clan. Recently, Li Lanruo has always felt a little restless: "I always feel that they are not moving now. , Is there any conspiracy secretly planned?"

"That's right." Mu Qing, who was drinking milk tea not far away, also heard Li Lanruo's words, and echoed, "After all, Wen Tianjian Palace has always been domineering, and he is the only one who kills people. For thousands of years, no one has killed him reason."

Next, what Boss Fang is going to face is probably a thunderous blow from Wentian Sword Palace, and it is very likely that he will use those powerful trump cards that have been kept for a long time. This is the foundation on which a huge clan has a foothold. Casually revealing a little bit of star can wipe out a whole sect.

"Ah...?" Boss Fang looked at a few people with an inexplicable expression on his face, "My boss feels that some things are difficult to say, and I don't know what you will think when you say them."

Li Lanruo next to her lowered her head, sipping the milk tea in her cup in small sips, without saying a word, obviously not knowing what to say.

Her pretty face was almost buried under the sofa, and she was afraid that she might have caused trouble by saying something wrong.

"Boss! If you are afraid, you can say it!" Mu Qing seemed to want to see Boss Fang's cowardly appearance, after all, he couldn't beat him and could only beep.

"What are you afraid of?" Boss Fang said, "I just want to ask, what do you think of the live broadcast? If all of you can also live broadcast..."

I saw an extra task on Boss Fang's system panel:

New mission: Based on the need to establish the prestige (2)

Task description: Please stand up again so that players in the store can surf the Internet with peace of mind (the method is not limited)

Task completed: The task can be completed, indicating that the host is already a qualified Internet cafe owner who can take charge on his own, and has the right to unlock more permissions

Mission rewards: Lucky wheel, privilege upgrade, unlock Penguin e-sports and Penguin live broadcast (you can watch it by downloading Penguin's message jade, and open members to download Penguin for free)

"We can also live broadcast?" Jiang Xiaoyue was so surprised that she almost jumped up. She has been in the store for so long, and every time she watched Boss Fang's live broadcast, her heart was itching for a long time. She never thought that she could also live broadcast! ?

Although I don't know how Boss Fang did the outdoor live broadcast, even in the store, he can let everyone see his sharp operations, which is very exciting.

After all, Boss Fang shows off every day, and Jiang Xiaoyue can only watch every day...

"When will this princess be like the boss...?"

As for the others, I never thought about it.

"Hey...?" The others looked at each other and asked in surprise, "Can we do the same?"

...

At this moment, ask Tianjian Palace.

Under the gloomy sword tomb, there is an endless and deep underground.

Originally, there was no light underground, and it was as deep as a dark underworld.

With a gloomy low cry, deep in the ground, a deep and dull red glow suddenly lit up.

There was a sound of chains being dragged on the ground, accompanied by inhuman growls, and groups of people, old and young, bound in iron chains, knelt down on the ground, as if they were kneeling down to their gods.

Those dilapidated ancient tombs seemed to be occupied by true gods one after another, and they seemed to be demons who chose to devour people one after another. The dark and gloomy light danced, and the divine light in their eyes also danced accordingly. There were bursts of gloomy roars, which made people involuntarily, creepy.

It was old and long-lasting, and it had gone through endless ages. Not only did it not succumb to the erosion of the years, but the huge sword intent remaining in the sword seemed to be more terrifying than the darkness in the abyss.

The traces on the tomb are almost worn away, the ancient inscriptions, the sword marks on the tomb, everything seems to describe the glory of a long time ago, an ancient age.

The dark light lit up, and then I looked inside, and the ones lying in the tomb were really old and clumsy long swords, some of which were already rusted, and I couldn't see their original appearance clearly. Some don't know what kind of battle they have experienced. They are covered with hideous traces of various weapons, as if they will be shattered into pieces in the next moment.

But no one dared to ignore the terrifying sword intent in it, that mad sword intent, just a little bit of it can arouse the deepest fear in people's hearts.

"Did you feel it?!" Wen asked a howl in the main hall of Tianjian Palace, the laughter was so insolent, as if everything in the world was ignored.

Or maybe it won't be long, indeed, everything in this world no longer needs to be taken seriously, because...

Click!

A pitch-black thunderbolt strikes down, and under the sword tomb, a black sword light piercing the sky soars to the sky!

"I don't know which ancestor came to the world..."

"Welcome to the patriarch!" All the disciples of Wentianjian Palace knelt down in one place, even Nan Gonglin was no exception.