The Sealer of the Sword

Seeing this, Yan Ye pursed his lips slightly like that, stood up, looked at Gui Yanye who was sleeping, whispered "good night", then turned around and walked out of the room.

Close the wait and bring the door.

When Yan Ye walked back to his room, he sat directly at the computer desk.

Turn on the computer and search the Internet for information about the current world.

After the time passed 0:[-], Yan Ye sat on the chair and couldn't help stretching.

Hmm... roughly figured it out.

Although almost all of these things are almost wiped out on the Internet, 2.2 Yan Ye still got some information, such as things on the Heroes Association, rumors that sports clothes are more funny than gods, weird people who often appear, and so on.

and also--

For some reason, the city he was in was almost a no-man's land.

The city where he is located is also quite famous among urban weird stories.

Why in the end...

Is it because of that bald man?

It is very possible, after all, the strength of the bald man over there is too strong, and Yan Ye can't ignore it at all.

But now the system has not released tasks, and other people have not come to trouble him.

Yan Ye is not very idle, he wants to become stronger, this is his original purpose.

and so--

1041 The little dragon with curly hair in the big night called T

Yan Ye is not busy, not at all.

He has only one purpose from beginning to end - that is to become stronger.

He never forgot that, so—

Better to sleep today.

Yan Ye, who made this decision in an instant, just stretched and yawned like that, glanced at the time in the lower right corner of his eyes, and couldn't help sighing, "It's already this time..."

Although in his previous life, staying up late was almost commonplace, but here he still observes his work and rest time.

After all, whether in the time of sao, or in the small world and the day and night of the training of the evil spirit dream, Yan Ye understands how important sleep is, to be able to sleep carefree and think about nothing is a peaceful sleep. What a happy thing.

Well--

In fact, having said so much, Yan Ye just doesn't want to run out now because he finds it troublesome.

After muttering such words in his heart, Yan Ye threw the mobile phone on the table directly onto the bed, reached out and pressed the computer's shutdown button, then walked directly to the bed, and then threw himself on the bed.

Then--

play cell phone.

This is the habit of Yan Ye, and it is also the habit of most people. If you don't believe that a person tells you when the clock is about to turn off that he has turned off the computer and went to sleep, he must have turned off the computer to play with his mobile phone.

Yan Ye is the same.

Well--

Although the mobile phone is no fun.

Just when he casually flipped through the circle of friends, swiped through the news, and found nothing interesting, he was about to turn off the phone and really go to sleep——

Jingle bells.

The phone's ringtone rang.

What the hell...?

Does this all turn the clock?Who will call at this time?

Yan Ye, who was muttering in his heart, brought the phone over like that—

【Small tornado】

Small tornado?

Although on the screen, the caller ID was indeed marked with the name of Xiaolongjuan, but Yan Ye couldn't help but stunned when he saw it.

Because Xiaolongjuan is still mad at him?

If you leave like that, you can't think of a reason to call yourself, right?

Is it soft?

Yan Ye muttered like this in his heart, and after confirming this in his heart, he finally clicked the answer button.

Then he brought the phone to his ear, just when he was about to say "Mosimoxi~"—

"You goddamn bastard ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!! [▉▉▉Strong

From the other end of the phone, a roar of ▉▉▉▉ came from the small tornado.black

The suddenness of the voice, the loudness of the voice, made Yan Ye, who was not at all prepared, so frightened that he almost threw the phone out.