Daozun and I turned the enemy into gay[Jian San]

Chapter 107 Shuyao Sand Sculpture Modern Episode

"Heng..."

Shu Yao murmured.

He seemed to be sleeping uneasy, and frowned.

Unexpectedly, not only did no one respond to him, but the murmurs and anxious male voices echoed louder and louder, never ending.

Shu Yao knew Wei Heng well, even if it was a major event such as the invasion of the demons, Wei Heng would never disturb Shu Yao while he was sleeping.

So although the ringing in the ear can be ignored, the growing curiosity in the heart cannot be contained.

Shu Yao opened his eyes.

Unexpectedly, it was this opening of eyes that made Shu Yao stay in place for a long time, unable to react.

In front of him was not the Xuanmiao Peak or the Demon Palace that he was familiar with.

The electronic light screen on the desk is colorful and colorful, and there are non-stop sound effects of skills. The sides of the desk are messy, and there are stacks of materials.

Shu Yao turned her head stiffly.

Different from the vast and endless space in the magic palace, carved with gold and flowers, and decorated with treasures, the room he was in was much smaller and simpler.

The line style of the log furniture is simple and smooth unique to modern times, and the curtains and bed sheets are all in darker colors that are elegant and grain-free.

Only the computer, which is full of skill light effects and flying fashion, is colorful and out of place.

Shu Yao looked down slowly.

He was sitting on a computer chair at the moment, his long black hair cascading down like a waterfall, almost scattered all over the blanket.

Yes, that was the body he was most familiar with after using it for more than 300 years.

Shu Yao rolled up his sleeves, and the faint mottled marks on his skin hadn't faded away.

He reached out and twisted his arm hard!

hiss.

it is true.

He really came back to modern times.

Back to the time when he crossed over and died suddenly for the achievement of killing 10 people.

Shu Yao tentatively called out: "Heng?"

Of course he does not exclude modernity.

Although he didn't know the reason, Shu Yao was even happy to be able to return to modern times by chance.

The premise is that Wei Heng is still by his side.

"Ah Heng what Ah Heng? I'm paying back Ah Shu!"

A dissatisfied boy came from the voice hanging on Shu Yao's computer.

His voice was clear and clear, and he sounded so young that he could almost be called a teenager: "Axiu, I didn't mean you, Gouzi and I called you so many times, just because you were afraid that you would die suddenly in front of the computer, and you would lose your head and lose your head." Give me a word at the end, Ah Heng?"

Shu Yao: "..."

He remembered who the male voice was.

When playing Sword Three, it is inevitable that there will be some relatives and friends.

Shu Yao's best friends in Jiansanli are a relative of Cangjian and a relative of Tiance.

They built an account together, played with the same adult girls, went to the Black Dragon Poison God to beat heads, Nanping ambushes squatted and patrolled mountains, Dihua jumped mountains and blackened fans, and watched Cezangxiu degenerate from the national team to a fan in the arena. mop the floor.

Times change, even GWW came back from Antarctica and lost weight successfully.

In the beginning, the post that three people were listed on the post bar was a cheating account of a transvestite, a heartless human head dog, but also disappeared under countless 818, 616, tree holes and thank you to the landlord, we are together and disappeared without a sound.

After all, there is no big baby under the skirt of Jiansan now, and the old men don't know how to chatter QAQ is simply sorry for the fashion.

Shemale number?

What a fuss, not worth mentioning.

The only constant may be the three people's love for human heads.

In the three days and three nights of camp battles, we should keep our spirits up, take turns to fight, snatch countless heads from the walls and carpets of Ba Dao abruptly, and the shouts of kills flew up.

While Shu Yao recalled the past, the voice sounded again:

"Axiu? Axiu? Shu Yao? You didn't really die suddenly in front of the computer, did you? Do you need me to call 120 first aid?"

"Yes, sudden death."

Shu Yao twitched the corner of his mouth: "Then he traveled to the world of Xianxia and became a Demon Lord, which is worthy of my title as the Ultimate Demon Lord. I just came back."

Two bursts of frenzied laughter burst out in the software.

Shu Yao: "...it's true, believe it or not."

"I believe, I believe, I believe!"

Tiance said so over there.

"Axiu, calm down."

Cang Jian also said: "It may be that you have played the game for too long, and the joy of getting 10 beheads is too great to cause an illusion. Fortunately, I did not press the call interface with 120. Should you be able to call first aid for mental problems?"

"???"

Shu Yao was incredible.

Immortals and demons are powerful and majestic, and the cold voice and silent shadow can cure children from crying at night. No one dares to offend the demon king who has come to modern times and encountered the first crisis in his life:

Mental problems and 120 first aid.

Shu Yao calmed down.

Just at this moment, the screen of his phone suddenly lit up and a message popped up.

After seeing the specific content of the message, Shu Yao's brain surged with anger.

It was a message from his school app.

He roughly reminded Shu Yao that the deadline for the submission of a thesis of a certain core subject of his major was approaching, which was related to nearly half of the credits, and reminded him to prepare early.

Shu Yao tried hard to think back.

Think about what is taught in that course, what is the topic of the thesis and what are the requirements, and whether you have already finished backing it up in the computer.

The resulting answer is:

Don't remember, don't remember, impossible.

After all, he likes staying up late to meet the deadline.

When rushing to meet the deadline, my thoughts flowed like a spring, my whole body was full of enthusiasm, and I could catch up with the speed of fishing in a day in an hour, which was super passionate.

Shu Yao couldn't calm down.

He thought about his brilliant resume that he never failed.

Shaking again, I am now empty, only my head with 180 ways to strike lightning is left——

Is it too late to hack the school?

Is there enough time to retake for him to write a thesis?

Would the thunder coming out of nowhere be considered a sign of the end times, and would it be publicized by various media?

Shu Yao couldn't calm down.

Thesis is really difficult.

It is really difficult to be a law-abiding citizen.

After Mozun came to modern times, he encountered the second problem in his life:

write thesis.

At the moment when he was silent, the beeping sound of Zang Jian's mobile phone came.

It seemed that he couldn't get a response, so he dialed 120 full of worry.

"Second, calm down."

Under 120's death threat, Shu Yao shivered:

"I just... thought that the ddl of my thesis was approaching, and I didn't move a word..."

A bit of a mental breakdown.

I want to go back to the world of cultivating immortals.

I want to see Wei Heng.

Although Wei Heng didn't know how to write a thesis, Shu Yao always had a solid mind when he saw Wei Heng.

"That's it."

Finally, Zang Jian felt relieved, laughed at him and said, "I thought it was a big deal. It's just that I didn't write a paper. Why didn't I see you so flustered when you were rushing?"

Can the self 300 years ago be confused with the self 300 years later?

Shu Yao remained silent.

He looked around at the surrounding furnishings, and the old memories flooded his mind like a flood.

In modern times, Shu Yao's parents died very early.

Fortunately, the assets left behind were not weak, and Shu Yao had enough to eat and the whole family was not hungry, and lived a happy life.

His living habits are not very good, he stays up late playing games in his free time, and lights up his papers in his busy time.

Out of fear of affecting others and also for my own convenience, I moved out of the dormitory and lived alone.

It doesn't really matter.

What matters is—

It is really difficult to catch up with the thesis.

From frugality to luxury is easy, from luxury to frugality.

300 years ago, when Shu Yao was numb when writing, he was quite happy with himself, and he felt an indescribable sense of comfort and accomplishment after writing.

300 years later.Even the official documents of the Demonic Dao had to be contrived, accompanied by threats of cold voices and silent shadows, and pushed to Shu Yao, the Lord of the Seven Realms who broke the army, really didn't want to write.

When the cold voice and silent shadow faced the enemy, the sword edge did not retreat an inch.

When dealing with papers——

Shu Yao gave up on himself, and said quietly: "It's really not a big deal, Erji Gouzi, are you playing in the arena?"

Tiance was shocked: "No, Axiu, you stayed up for three days and three nights for 10 people, so it doesn't matter if it's winter vacation now, since you have it now, why don't you go to rest?"

"What is the beheading of 10 people?"

Shu Yao sneered lightly: "Under my cold voice and shadow sword, there have never been more than 10 heads."

There was silence on the microphone.

"What are three days and three nights?"

Shu Yao understated: "It doesn't matter for those who cultivate immortals for three days and three nights. You and Erji are the most recent mobile phones. You should be able to fight?"

He heard Tian Zhengzhi's voice with a northern accent sounded over there, very heavy and worried:

"Erji, I think you are still preparing for 120 over there. You are right, he stayed up for three days and three nights, and his sanity may be a little abnormal."

Shu Yao: "???"

"Oh, don't worry."

Zang Jian replied, equally heavy and worried: "Always be prepared."

Shu Yao: "???"

He gritted his teeth with two points: "Do you play jjc? It's exactly 2400 points."

"beat."

"Axiu, are you cutting milk?"

It is impossible to cut milk.

It is impossible to cut milk in this life.

After half an hour, no one spoke on the microphone.

Even if no one spoke, it still couldn't alleviate the heavy atmosphere that was about to rain.

"Axiu?"

Zang Jian cautiously said, "I don't think you're in good shape, why don't you go to rest first, get some sleep, and then we'll jjc? Don't worry, we don't dislike Ce Zangbing's out-of-the-box configuration."

"Axiu."

Tiance was going to be more straightforward, full of resentment: "How can you score 2400 here, it's like diving 998."

Shu Yao: "..."

He said: "No, under my sword..."

"All right, all right, we know you killed 10 heads."

Tiance said excitedly: "But this can't change the fact that you were Thunderbolt in the dozen or so games just now! What about the other skills in your skill bar? The tortoise string sword breaks the sword and explodes, and the inner control stack explodes, all of which are eaten by you Yet?"

Shu Yao: "No... I don't need this kind of thing at all."

Come and hit the thunder twice and it's over.

Even the mild-tempered Zang Jian couldn't help but hehe twice:

"That's right, you don't need to dive 998, you can play games with your feet."

The atmosphere was deadlocked.

In the end it was Shu Yao who spoke first: "As you know, I have unfinished papers."

"we know."

Tiance Zangjian said in unison, full of eager anticipation: "The arena is not in a hurry, why don't you go back and write a paper for two days?"

Shu Yao: "No, it's not."

"How is this possible!"

Cang Jian seemed to see the hope of life, and persuaded him emotionally: "Axiu, are you so stubborn that you never fail a test? Pick it up!"

Tiance also spared no effort and worked very hard: "No need, Axiu, it's really unnecessary. Kneeling in the arena doesn't mean anything. Papers are innocent, credits are innocent, Axiu, you can't take them out of your anger .”

Shu Yao: "My cold voice under the shadow sword—"

"10 heads."

Cang Jian added, "We all know that you have 10 heads, and you are a jjc2400 player. I really don't blame you for this mistake. Go back and write your paper."

Shu Yao: "No, you said that I put the cold shadow on my mentor's neck, would he let me go?"

"..."

Another long silence.

Tiance turned pale with shock: "Erji! Have you hit 120!"

"I'm picking up! It's all busy." Zang Jian's voice trembled, "Do you want us to have one more piece of social sand sculpture news?"

"Surprised, the top students of x university were obsessed with playing games, and they actually took on game roles in order to force the professor to withdraw their thesis assignments. Is this a dereliction of duty by the university community, or is it a harm caused by games?"

Tiance thought so deeply that he even thought of the title, and urged, "How is it? Did you pick up 120? Do you still remember the address of Axiu's house?"

Cang Jian said: "It's still busy!"

Shu Yao: "..."

Haunting 120 and lingering shadow of thesis…

There are more than a dozen arenas that haven't won a game...

Living in modern society is really difficult.

As soon as he turned his head, he suddenly caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror.

Red clothes and black hair, beautiful and boundless.

Even the lazy and listless half-closed eyes seem to be full of flowers in the spring, and the clouds are falling in the sky.

Although his original face was also good-looking and eye-catching, but the modern social fire of steel materialism is definitely not as good as the appearance in the world of Xianxia.

Shu Yao suddenly realized that the winter vacation was coming to an end, and he had morning classes tomorrow.

Nothing else.

What should the professor do if he matches his name with his face when he rolls the roll?

Is it believable to say that I went to the whole winter vacation?

Shu Yao missed Wei Heng.

I want to be hugged and held high.

I also want to break the army and the seven domain masters.

It is a day when someone wants to write official documents for you without any scruples.