Online game creation sword god

Chapter 818: Phantom Ghost (33)
Taking off the helmet, thinking back on everything that happened these days, I felt a faint feeling in my heart as if it was a world away. In fact, the situation in front of me was not only my choice, but also the choice of Ruojia and Xiangwan.

A certain philosopher once said this: The only thing we can control is our own heart, but the things we can't control include the surrounding environment.

Until now, I didn't really understand the true meaning of this sentence.

After moving his sore body, he walked towards the living room, and saw the other five people in the studio sitting at the dining table, and today's dinner had already started.

"Fuck... You don't wait for me, you can eat it yourself..."

Looking at Mr. Niao who was feasting on the side, I said this pretending to be resentful, and immediately made Xiaoying laugh who was still serving food on the table.

"Pfft... you two, really, it's uncomfortable if you don't face each other every day. Fortunately, this can be regarded as providing us with some jokes..."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was speechless.

I have to admit that with the passage of time, Xiaoying's current craftsmanship is not the same as when she first came to the studio. The four seemingly simple dishes reflect a very high level, so that even my weekdays The guy who claims to be a gourmet here is also very satisfied.

After drinking and eating, he patted his belly in satisfaction, took a deep breath, and said calmly: "It's really cool, I love your craftsmanship. It really improves rapidly."

One sentence made Xiaoying wave her hands again and again: "Where is it, my little knowledge is less than 10% of that of Jia's child..."

"Ka..."

Hearing Xiaoying mention it, I couldn't help but feel another stir in my heart, and secretly sighed.

Alas, although it was only a few days since I saw him, and although I tried my best to go to the hospital every day, for me now, this child has become the deepest bondage in my heart.

"Yihan... I only have you..."

These days, Ruojia's words have been circling in my mind all the time. Compared with the initial shock, this sentence has become one of the motivations for my struggle in the game.

Although Cheng Tianfeng didn't say it clearly, my heart is like a mirror. If I want to change the Cheng family's mind, I must have enough strength.

For me today, pursuing the conversion between virtual wealth and reality is probably the only way.

When the book is used, there is little hatred, and it is difficult to know what happened. Although the ancients have never played online games, they are not ambiguous at all when speaking.

An afternoon passed in a blink of an eye. I didn't even want to go online. I just took a book I liked, sat quietly in the room, and read it for hours.

When the lights came on and the twilight was falling, when I raised my eyelids and closed the book in my hand, I could already hear Xiaoying knocking on the door.

"...Ying...it's you..."

Turning my head to look at Xiaoying who walked into the room carrying milk, I finally broke out of my contemplation and slowly uttered a sentence.

(End of this chapter)