One, special reward

"Gone her!" Song Fei said coldly.

At this time, opposite Song Fei, a young girl was tied to a wooden stake and looked at Song Fei eagerly. There were hundreds of people with swords around her.

"As long as you agree to our terms, we will naturally let her go!" The person opposite looked proud at this time, as if Song Fei had agreed to his terms.

"Zhao Laoliu, don't you feel ashamed to use such a dirty means to claim that you are decent and chivalrous people?" Seinfeld's evidence is full of contempt and ridicule.

"Those who achieve great things do not according to the small section!" Zhao Laoliu still looked proud.

"Big things? What's the shameless thing about doing such a sly thing to save your dog's life? Hahaha..."

Sing Fei's ridicule seemed to anger the people opposite him. They all looked angry and did not feel that they had raised their weapons in their hands.

"Stop talking nonsense! Song Fei, one life for another, will you do it or not? The other person finally couldn't help it.

"What if I don't agree?" Song Fei said and pulled out his sword.

Seeing Song Fei drawing his sword, the opposite person raised a big knife in his hand and rushed up. Song Fei smiled contemptuously. When the other party rushed to him, his sword shook and stabbed out like lightning, and an arm holding a knife flew into the air with a scream. Seeing that his people were injured, more than a dozen people immediately rushed up and surrounded Song Fei in the middle.

The battle was extremely tragic at the beginning, and the screams were accompanied by the wanton blood, making the people who participated in the war seem to be in hell. I don't know how long it took, Song Fei suddenly stopped. Although the people opposite him were all frightened, the real masters had not yet taken action. Looking at himself, he is already bruised. Although his life is not in danger, Song Fei knows that he can't win this battle!

"What? Did you admit defeat? Zhao Laoliu still has the same expression on your face.

"Can you count what you say?" Song Fei's eyes were cold and expressionless.

"We are all decent, and of course we keep our word!"

"A decent family? Famous and decent! Hahaha..." Song Fei laughed and turned around and jumped off the cliff.

The moment Song Fei jumped off the cliff, Zhao Laoliu returned with a sword, pierced the girl's throat, and then showed him a malicious smile of successful conspiracy.

"No!!!" Song Fei shouted and woke up from his dream.

wiping the cold sweat on his forehead, Song Fei's frown gradually stretched.

The hero saves the beauty, this fairy tale dream of countless young men has reappeared in Song Fei's dream, but he has already passed the age of young man Huaichun. 26-year-old Seinfeld has entered society, and his childhood martial arts dream should have been far away from him, but recently, an online game called Mirror has once again aroused his yearning for the martial arts world.

Song Fei, who has a rich family, has not had to worry about eating and drinking since he was a child, and his academic performance is good. The only regret for him is that he was born in the modern society and can't experience that kind of life of swordsmanship and kindness. Sometimes Song Fei thought, why can't he travel to ancient society and experience that feeling like the protagonists in those novels? But as a highly educated man, he understood that what was written in the book was just the emotional sustenance of some people who had the same dreams as him. However, now there is really such an opportunity, which is Mirror!

Mirror developed by the Company is a virtual reality online game, and the game * is classical martial arts. The beautiful picture, grand*, enters it as if returning to the ancient world, giving people an immersive feeling. This is also the reason why the company named it Mirror.

It is because of this game that Song Fei often has some martial arts dreams these days. Although he wakes up and understands that it is a dream, the feeling in the dream is so real.

Turn on the light and look at his watch. It was just past four o'clock, but he couldn't sleep after waking up from his dream. So after a simple grooming, Song Fei went out.

Today is the first day of game pre-sale. Song Fei guessed that the pre-sale scene would be very popular. Many people may have queued up since last night. If you can go a little earlier, go a little earlier. If you go late, you may have to queue up until tomorrow.

As soon as he got off the bus, Song Fei was stunned by the scene in front of him, not because there were too many people in line, but because there was no one in front of the pre-sale point, except him! After looking around and confirming that he had gone to the wrong place, Song Fei immediately took out his mobile phone and dialed Zhang Xudong's phone.

Song Fei, Wang Lin and Zhang Xudong are classmates. They have been classmates from junior high school to college. After graduation, the three stayed in the same city to work. Because they were both single, the three shared a house and lived together. We have been in a good relationship for so many years. Although we have not made a homage, the three have always been compatible with each other. Zhang Xudong is the eldest, Song Fei is the second, and Wang Lin is the third.

"Brother, check on the Internet, has the pre-sale been postponed?" As soon as the phone was connected, Song Fei said anxiously.

"What? Postponed? Wait, I'll check it right away!" Zhang Xudong hurriedly hung up the phone.

A few minutes later, Zhang Xudong called back.

"I didn't say it on the Internet. Second, who did you hear that it was postponed? Zhang Xudong asked.

"Who do you still need to listen to? I'm at the pre-sale point. There's no one here at all!"

"No one? No one?"

"There is no one! Not even a ghost!"

In March, the spring cold did not subside. Song Fei waited alone at the door of the helmet pre-sale point for more than two hours. At 7:30, two more people came to buy helmets.

When the two saw Song Fei, they immediately came up, "Brother, it's early enough. I thought we would be the first to arrive, but I didn't expect you to arrive earlier!"

Song Fei was not in the mood to talk to these two people. Seeing someone coming, he quickly stood in front of the pre-sale point. I got up so early and suffered from the cold. If the first opportunity to buy a helmet is robbed again, it will be depressing!

When the two saw Song Fei's movements, they had no choice but to follow behind and line up. Then the number of people who came to buy helmets gradually increased. In just ten minutes, there was a long queue of thousands of people behind Song Fei.

At 755, the door of the pre-sale point finally opened. The door opened, and the manager came out and frowned first. From this frown, Song Fei can see that the manager does not think there are too many people, but too few.

"How can there be so few people? This is the first day of pre-sale!" But soon the manager figured it out. People are not in a hurry. It's a week's pre-sale. It seems that they can relax in these two days, and they will be busy in the next two days! But I just don't know who will be cheaper!"

frowned, and the manager immediately changed his smile: "Everyone, first of all, thank you for your support to our company. The pre-sale of game helmets will begin soon, and I won't be wordy. OK, let's begin."

There was a sound of joy behind.

I thought that this blessed middle-aged man should leave after saying this. Song Fei was looking straight at the beautiful girl behind him, and his saliva was about to flow down, but suddenly a "great" body blocked his sight.

"This young man, it seems that you got up very early." The fat manager looked at Song Fei and said.

Song Fei wiped his saliva and said, "Ah, what, how much does it cost to buy three helmets?"

The fat manager turned around and took three helmets and handed them to Song Fei, "five hundred and one, three thousand and fifteen."

"Ah, I'll give you the money." Song Fei gave the money to the fat manager, and then took the fat manager's arm and asked in a low voice, "Manager, is there any reward for the first person to buy a helmet?"

Although Song Fei's voice was very low, the people behind him still heard it. As soon as I heard that there was a reward, the back immediately exploded, and the originally neat team was also in a mess.

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, the manager took a horn and shouted, "Stop pre-sale helmets if you make trouble again!"

Not to mention, it really works. The noisy crowd immediately calmed down and automatically lined up. Seeing that the team calmed down, the manager asked Song Fei loudly with a loudspeaker, "Who did you hear?"

"I guess, aren't many games like this?" Song Fei said proudly.

"Yes! Your reward is," the manager said with a mysterious smile, "50 yuan for each helmet!"

"Hahahaha..." There was a burst of laughter immediately behind.

After taking 150 yuan, Song Fei walked away with three helmets in his arms. But as soon as he walked a few meters, he heard a sigh from behind: "SB~~~~~~"