Tianjie Wudao was originally thinking about how to defeat Mu He, when he suddenly saw Mu He rushing towards him like a madman. Both his movements and expressions were much more serious than before.

Tianjie Wudao frowned and quickly raised his sword to block, but he saw Mu He retreating instead of advancing. He swung his sword 120 degrees while retreating quickly - Moon Wheel Slash!

This attack had been charged before, so the damage was very high. Tianjie Wudao had no way to resist it. He could only roll on the ground, avoid under the silver glow, and then attack Mu He's lower body.

Unexpectedly, Mu He seemed to have predicted his movements long ago, jumped up to avoid them, and then launched a series of attacks.

The Shadow Swordsman profession does not have many damaging skills, but more buffs.

When Mu He was attacking, he kept releasing various buffs. You could see that the damage floating above Tianjie Wudao's head was increasing at a noticeable rate, and from time to time a series of intensive damage would float up - this was the effect of the Shadow Swordsman's passive skill "Afterimage Combo"!

Tianjie Wudao realized that he couldn't resist the "Afterimage Combo", so he swung his sword hard to block Mu He and his sword together. He retreated and distanced himself from him again.

"Infernal Affairs has been completely suppressed?" someone said in the viewing platform.

"The Shadow Swordsman's base damage isn't high, but his passive damage is quite tricky."

"Very clever, it makes up for the lack of skill."

"And those buffs..." Zhan Hongyan paused, "are very tricky in team battles."

After these words were spoken, there was a moment of silence in the viewing area.

The professional players who came to watch the game all noticed that although Mu He played a swordsman, he still chose a direction suitable for team battles.

Mu He's team battle ability is beyond words. The professional players in the viewing stands felt a chill down their spines when they thought of Mu He leading their own team in the future.

Someone tried to console themselves: "This Infernal Affairs account is probably either borrowed or newly purchased. Whether it's level or points added, it has certain disadvantages."

Someone quickly responded: "Well, we're at a huge disadvantage in this regard. It's no surprise we lost."

At this moment, a person appeared out of nowhere on the viewing platform.

He appeared at the back of the viewing platform, dressed in white with blood-red patterns on the edges - it was Suifeng.

After Feng Xiyan logged into the game, he opened his friend list and found Mu He in the arena. After hesitating for a moment, he rushed over.

These days, considering that Mu He didn't want to see him, he deliberately avoided the time when Mu He was online. He basically logged into the game when Mu He was offline and stayed up late to level up.

I never expected that at this time today, Mu He was still online, and in the arena.

Feng Xiyan glanced at the person who was fighting against Mu He - Wujiandao, a level 29 demon swordsman, whose guild was: Wanton and Frivolous.

I guessed this person's identity almost instantly.

Then he sneered in his heart - with his own strength, he couldn't hurt Mu He.

Sure enough, Tianjie Wudao was beaten back by Mu He. When he was only left with a layer of blood, Mu He was only injured by a layer of blood. @无限好文，全在Jinjiang文城

Although Tianjie Wudao was using the small account he had just bought, he couldn't believe that he was so vulnerable in front of Mu He. He couldn't help but ask, "Are you really Murong He?"

Mu He wanted to laugh.

Whether it's Tianjie Wudao or the people in the viewing platform, why do they think that he, a priest, can't play the swordsman well?

He also thinks playing a swordsman is much easier than playing a priest!

"No matter whether I am Murong He or not, I am not Xiao Qingkuang." Mu He said, without giving Tianjie Wudao a chance to speak, he rushed forward and stabbed, triggering a critical hit, and stabbed the last bit of blood off "Wu Jiandao".

At this point, the pk ends and Mu He wins!

After returning to the City of Right and Wrong, Mu He immediately opened his storage space to take a look - the bet that Wu Jiandao made when he challenged him to a competition had been automatically sent to his storage space by the system, and all the materials needed to create a guild were there!

I originally thought that it would take a day or two to gather all these materials, but I didn't expect that they would be so easy to obtain.

Mu He happily closed the storage space, looked up, and wanted to share his good mood with Yuan Yitong, but he didn't expect to meet a pair of narrow eyes that obviously did not belong to Yuan Yitong, and he was stunned on the spot.

The person standing in front of him was not Yuan Yitong, but Feng Xiyan.

As for Yuan Yitong, he stood not far from the two of them and silently took a step back, then another.

He didn't want to get involved in the Shura field between these two people.

Ever since he learned that Mu He had contacted Feng Xiyan again, Yuan Yitong swore that he would never interfere in their affairs again in his life.

He finally understood that although Mu He said that Feng Xiyan was not good, he still had expectations for her in his heart.

It seems that neither his suggestion of reconciliation nor his suggestion of separation is correct.

Mu He looked at Feng Xiyan in front of him, and after a brief moment of stunnedness, he turned his back and pretended that no one saw him - he was going to go to the warehouse to store these materials, and then build the guild after the challenge.

Feng Xiyan did not chase after him. After nodding to Yuan Yitong, he went to clear the dungeon alone.

Solo dungeon?!

Yuan Yitong was sure that he was not mistaken - Feng Xiyan did not form a team, nor did he join anyone's team. He just entered the dungeon alone.

“I’ll go…”

Should we say that the joke is worthy of being called frivolous?

However, Yuan Yitong didn't want to get involved in trouble, so he didn't complain to anyone about this matter. He felt that the time was about right, so he sorted out his storage space, sold what should be sold, saved what should be saved, and then logged off.

So he didn't know that not long after he went offline, Mu He secretly sent a message to Feng Xiyan: "You don't have to hide from me anymore..."

"Okay." Feng Xiyan responded with a barely perceptible smile in his voice, "Go to bed early."

"Yeah." Mu He responded, feeling something was a little uncomfortable, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

He didn't know whether his decision to try to "reconcile" with Feng Xiyan was right or wrong, and he didn't know whether a paradise or a cliff was waiting for them ahead.

It is undeniable that he is still longing for the good old days, but he doesn't even know whether the "good old days" really existed or was just the result of his constant beautification in his mind.

At the same time, he also knew that no matter whether it was good or bad, he could not go back.

He is no longer Murong He, and Feng Xiyan is no longer Xiao Qingkuang.

He could no longer hide behind Xiao Qingkuang and watch him kill everyone lazily.

No, maybe?

"Aren't you making fun of that Qingkuang account anymore?" Mu He asked tentatively.

Feng Xiyan was silent for a while before responding, but he asked in return: "Which account do you want me to play?"

Mu He said "hmm".

"What about you? Don't you want to play Murong He anymore?"

Hearing this question, Mu He was stunned for a moment, then responded affirmatively: "No."

Feng Xiyan was silent again, and then said: "If you want me to joke and be frivolous, I will play it. But I will not give up this account."

"Why?" Mu He couldn't understand.

Feng Xiyan: "I just want to try to see if there is a way to have one account take on the responsibilities of both main attack and support at the same time."

Mu He: "Then you want to fight a team alone?"

Feng Xiyan: "..."

Mu He: "What about me?"

If you can really compete with a team alone, what about me?

You really don't need me anymore, do you?

Feng Xiyan suddenly got a vague idea - was this the legendary "fatal question"? The kind of terrifying question where if you don't answer it well, you might lose the other person?

Feng Xiyan really couldn't handle this kind of question... He was still in the exploratory stage when it came to his feelings, and suddenly being given this kind of question was like sentencing him to death.

He struggled for a long time, and finally resigned himself to his fate and said, "Before I answer, promise me you won't be angry."

"Why?" Mu He rolled his eyes. "Sorry, my emotions are out of my control. Whether I get angry or not depends on your answer. And, a friendly reminder, I'm already a little angry."

Feng Xiyan: "..."

Okay, I've done more harm than good.

There is really no shortcut to solving the "fatal question", the only way out is to go to a dead end.

Feng Xiyan sighed and replied without hesitation, "I was just curious and didn't think too much about it. I just wondered if I could do it, would it make things a lot easier for the whole team?"

Mu He: "Then I don't have to do anything, just let people point at my nose and scold me after the game, right?"

Feng Xiyan: "..."

"You're so arrogant!" Mu He cursed, unable to bear it any longer. "You still don't understand what I really want? The fact that you can say such things means you haven't even figured out why I quit the entertainment industry in the first place! You... you think I'm so fragile that I'll quit the entertainment industry just because you say something to me?!"

Mu Hezhen was getting angrier and angrier the more he cursed. He felt like he hadn't cursed enough before: "Get the hell out of this dungeon! If I don't bite you to death today, I'll write my name upside down!"

Feng Xiyan: "...Mu He."

Mu He: "Don't call me! Get out of here! Either get out or die from this dungeon!"

System: [Your friend Suifeng has died.]

Mu He: “…”

Mu He never expected that when he asked Feng Xiyan to die in the copy, he actually died in the copy.

Originally, Suifeng's account was almost level 30, but now not only has it not reached level 30, it has also lost a lot of experience.

A few seconds later, Mu He looked at Feng Xiyan who was resurrected in front of him, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

He was originally just angry and didn't really want Feng Xiyan to die. He also thought that Feng Xiyan, such a proud person, would not allow him to die in the dungeon. Unexpectedly...

Mu He pursed his lips, seeming to want to say something but stopped himself.

In the end, it was Feng Xiyan who spoke first: "You have played so many games with me, you should know that I am terrible at team play."

Mu He: ???

Feng Xiyan's tone was a little suppressed, and he was obviously angry.

He did do something wrong, but he was also a human being and he couldn't just let Mu He scold him.

"Do you think that playing a priest should be a good support for others? Yes, you are right, you are not wrong, but you also have to consider individual differences - do you think I am someone who can provide good support for others?"

Mu He's lips twitched.

Indeed, in previous team fights, he had always been the one cooperating with Xiao Qingkuang, and Xiao Qingkuang had never actively cooperated with him. As long as he didn't give any instructions, Xiao Qingkuang would just rush forward like he had lost his mind...

but……

"I can't help you learn! You think it's an honor not to help you, right?" Mu He was shocked by Feng Xiyan's self-righteous attitude.

Feng Xiyan pursed her lips. "I know what I'm good at and what I'm not good at. Just like you, you know your skills and reaction speed aren't top-notch in the professional world, so you chose Shadow Swordsman. And I know I'm not good at team battles and am better at single combat than team battles, so I added points to solo combat. What's wrong with that?"

Mu He: “…” Unable to refute?

wrong.

So you know you're not good at teamfights, but you still play your fucking Priest?!

Before Mu He could finish his words, Feng Xiyan spoke again: "You said I don't know what you really want. I really don't know because you never told me! But I want to know! I hope you can tell me!"

Mu He frowned and wanted to give up.

The good times of the past can never be found again...

Mu He opened the friend list and prepared to delete friends.

Seeing his action, Feng Xiyan took a step forward and grabbed his wrist: "Why are you running away?!"

Mu He looked at him coldly: "Let go."

"Why won't you tell me? Why do I have to find out myself?" Feng Xiyan held Mu He's hand tightly, afraid that Mu He would disappear into thin air if she let go. "If I can't find out in my lifetime, will you never forgive me?"

Mu He: “Yes!”

Feng Xiyan: "There is no room for maneuver, not even a hint?"

Mu He: “Yes!”

Feng Xiyan: "But I'm not willing to give up."

Mu He bit his lower lip fiercely. If this wasn't a game, his eyes would have been red. "Why should I continue with you just because you're unwilling to give up? You're so arrogant! You're still so domineering!"

"You quit the industry and you quit, you broke up with me and you didn't even give me a reason. You let me die again and again, but you never let me know when to die. Who is the real tyrant?!" Feng Xiyan was really desperate now. He had suppressed these words for too long. He didn't want to say them, but now he couldn't help it. "You have all the reasons, as if the whole world is on your side, as if it's all my fault, as if I deserve to go to the eighteen levels of hell and never be reborn!"

"Isn't it!" Mu He glared at him!

"Oh." Feng Xiyan sneered, "Since I'm already so hopeless and you hate me so much, this one blow doesn't matter!"

After saying that, in front of Mu He's incredulous gaze, Feng Xiyan suddenly raised her hand, pressed the back of his head, and kissed him hard!

Kissing in the game feels very strange. All you can feel is the touch, no temperature.

A fake, cold kiss.

However, the moment Feng Xiyan's lips pressed down, Mu He's pupils suddenly dilated, his brain exploded, and it went blank for a long time, so that he had no thought of resisting at all.

He passively accepted Feng Xiyan's overbearing kiss. Before he could react, the touch on his lips disappeared, followed by Feng Xiyan's obviously suppressed voice: "Mu He, I like you."

The slightly low voice echoed in Mu He's ears, giving him goosebumps.

He came back to his senses and his long eyelashes trembled.

The first thing that came to my mind was - it turns out that even with my heartbeat soaring to this point, I won't be forced to log off...

Feng Xiyan's hand gently stroked Mu He's back, with a little guilt and more reluctance: "Mu He, I don't want to lose you, but I won't bow to you unconditionally in order to win you back. That's not me." @无限好文，全部在Jinjiang文城

Mu He was stunned for a moment and hesitated to speak.

Clearly, that sudden kiss was over, but the touch of his lips lingered for a long time. I don’t know if it was a system delay or a psychological effect...

"I can't be your dog, but I can be your sword. You're the one who wields the sword, you're the one who decides the outcome, and all I can do is sharpen myself." Feng Xiyan said, taking a step back to distance himself from Mu He, but his hand still tightly grasped Mu He's wrist. "So, you can tell me what profession you need. You can tell me whether your team needs a swordsman or a priest more. But I have the final say on how to practice this profession."

Mu He lowered his head and looked at the hand that Feng Xiyan was holding, in a daze.

Right now, his mind was in a mess and he had no idea how to react.

"Mu He." Feng Xiyan called again.

Mu He looked up at him blankly.

"I still don't know what you want, but I promise you—" Feng Xiyan said to him seriously, "From now on, as long as I'm here, no one will bully you, whether in the game or in reality. If anyone dares to scold you, I will scold him back for you. If anyone dares to kill you, I will kill him back to level 1. If you want to play in a competition, I will accompany you. If you don't want to play, then I won't fight either."

Mu He pursed his lips.

He could see that Feng Xiyan had tried his best - he was trying every possible way to win him back, using both necessary and unnecessary methods.

Mu He never said that for him, laughing frivolously was special.

That's why he felt unwilling - why is it that even Yuan Yitong, an outsider, knows what I want, but you, who are special to me, don't know it?

Others may not know or understand me, but you cannot.

Mu He lowered his head in thought.

Perhaps, all along, he had expected too much from Xiao Qingkuang.

The higher the expectations, the harder it is to achieve them.

Mu He hopes that Xiao Qingkuang can pay more attention to him, say a few more words to help him, protect him, love him, and treat him as a treasure.

Ridiculous frivolity was not made for him.

Why should he be measured by such a standard?

It's undeniable that Xiao Qingkuang was wrong. As the captain of a team, he never properly managed his team and didn't even care about his teammates' situation. He was more concerned about how to perform in the game.

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But he asked a good question - how would I know if you don’t tell me?

Mu He thought back to the past and realized that he had never had a good chat with Xiao Qingkuang. He endured everything alone in silence, hiding in a corner and admiring Xiao Qingkuang's unrestrained and arrogant back, which was not bound by anything.

Mu He sighed, remained silent for a while, and finally spoke.

He uttered these words slowly in a hoarse voice: "I just hope you can say one thing - I can't live without you."