C10 Lin fan's past

"Demon … tears?" Hua Feng stared intently at Lin Fan, his eyes carrying an unconcealable look of shock, and he said softly: "The number one ranker on the level rankings, Demon has tears?"

"It seems … right!" Lin Fan smiled and said softly. Even if he did not say it now, when they reach Holy City, they would definitely know. There was no need to hide it.

"You … have you played games before?" Liu Mengxiao stared at Lin Fan and said: "For the current stage, if you, a Mage, were to reach level 10 in such a short amount of time, and if you say that you have never played games before, no one will believe you!"

"I've played with the Overlords before!" A flash of bitterness flashed across Lin Fan's eyes, and he said in a low voice: "Because of some things, I didn't play anymore!"

"Tyrant!" The light in Hua Feng's eyes suddenly brightened as he looked at Lin Fan. The light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter, and in that instant, his breathing quickened, because he already knew who this indifferent man in front of him was.

"Hua Feng, what's wrong?" Liu Gang who was beside her could hear Hua Feng's heavy breathing and could not help but to ask anxiously.

"Boss Lin Fan … you … are you violent?" Hua Feng's eyes were burning hot, with a trace of fanaticism in his eyes, he asked Lin Fan in a low voice.

"What!" Tyrannical Art was one of the myths of the game, known as the absolute existence of Divine Equipment collectors. Among Tyrants, the thing that all guilds feared the most was tyranny, because Lin Fan's ability to fight a Boss was too strong. He could create a platoon of top-notch experts with just a violent method.

"En!" Seeing that a large group of people were staring at him, Lin Fan could not help but laugh bitterly, the name of his violent method would be known sooner or later.

"Hiss!" Seeing Lin Fan's nod, everyone sucked in a breath of cold air together. The name of "tyranny", was just too terrifying. Although the "tyranny" had long since disappeared from the game world, the frightening strength of the "tyrant" and "thief", who massacred tens of thousands of people in the empire, was absolutely frightening enough to make one's hair stand up.

"Idol!" Hua Feng immediately ran in front of Lin Fan, tightly held onto Lin Fan's hands, and said emotionally: "I was just saying you look so familiar, so that's how it is! I watched your video growing up, idol, teach me! I acknowledge you as my master, idol! "

"Um … then forget about taking me as your master. I'll definitely teach you what I can!" Lin Fan couldn't help but wipe his sweat when he saw Hua Feng's expression which looked like he was about to swallow himself, and said that.

"Lin Fan, come out with me for a while!" Liu Mengxiao's eyes became serious, and said while looking at Lin Fan.

"En!" Lin Fan nodded and followed her out of the living room. The two of them arrived at the courtyard outside the villa.

"Tell me, why did you become my driver?" Liu Mengxiao said as he looked at Lin Fan with a cold face: "With your wealth, you do not lack money, why do you need to be my driver? What are your intentions?"

"An attempt! "I did not!" Lin Fan looked into Liu Mengxiao's eyes, smiled bitterly, and said softly: "I do have some savings, but as your driver, I have some personal reasons! It's not what you think! "

"It's not what I thought? Humph! It's no wonder that you're using such violent methods. You have enough money to form a guild, so why are you here as my driver? " Liu Mengxiao looked at Lin Fan aggressively, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Sigh!" Lin Fan helplessly sighed, as he looked at Liu Mengxiao, his eyes flashed with a hint of pain, and he asked with a low voice: "Do you know why I didn't play games back then?"

"Why?" Seeing the pain in Lin Fan's eyes, Liu Mengxiao's mind was shaken and he asked.

"Want to hear my story?" Lin Fan pulled over a chair, his expression was a little dejected, and asked Liu Mengxiao.

"Speak!" Seeing Lin Fan's dejected expression, Liu Mengxiao's heart could not help but soften, looking at Lin Fan with a pained expression, he muttered.

"Actually, I used to have a girlfriend called Yao'er!" Lin Fan exhaled, opened his own leather armour, took out a photo and handed it to Liu Mengxiao, saying: "It looks very similar to you!"

When he received the photo from Lin Fan, Liu Mengxiao's brows relaxed. The girl in the picture held onto Lin Fan's arm tightly and smiled brilliantly.

"In that period of time, I had always been playing the Overlord. I had neglected her, but I never thought that …" Lin Fan clenched his fists tightly. His voice was hoarse, and tears slowly leaked out of his eyes.

"That day … when I logged out of the game and saw her lying in the living room, I panicked!" Lin Fan's fists made a cracking sound, and his voice carried a trace of fear. Yes, Liu Mengxiao could hear that this resolute man had a trace of fear.

"Do you know? That silly girl had leukemia, but... she didn't tell me! This silly girl! " Lin Fan's eyes turned scarlet red as tears gushed out of her eyes. She cried out as she looked at Liu Mengxiao, "She … she only had one month left to live, the final month!"

Liu Mengxiao was silent, looking at Lin Fan's crazed eyes, he was silent. Unconsciously, a trace of heartache flashed through his heart.

"It's all because of me … I was so focused on playing games that I didn't think about her at all. This silly girl clearly knew of her own illness and hadn't told me about it. If I hadn't desperately played games, perhaps she would have discovered that I would have had enough time to find her bone marrow and cure her illness. However, I didn't … I didn't!" Lin Fan's eyes flashed with a bitter and hoarse voice: "I'm only interested in playing games, I don't even know when she got sick, I'll just watch as she dies in my arms!"

Liu Mengxiao looked at the man in front of him and muttered: "I'm sorry!"

"It's not your fault!" Lin Fan wiped his tears, looked at Liu Mengxiao, and said: "Because like this, I left the game world. Think about it, it's already been more than six years!"

"You only came here to … be my driver because … I looked so much like Yao'er?" Liu Mengxiao held onto the picture that Lin Fan gave him and asked softly. His heart felt like it had been struck by something.

"In that period, I was like a walking corpse. Without Yao'er, I felt like a cripple leaving the game until I saw the poster of the Guild of Liuyue. You were the model!" Lin Fan looked straight at Liu Mengxiao, a hint of fanaticism flashed past his eyes like never before, and said: "At that time, I was very excited, and I felt that my Yao'er had been reborn.

Liu Mengxiao's face slightly blushed. What, my Yao'er has been reborn, that's me! However, facing this man in front of him, Liu Mengxiao did not speak.

"I immediately threw away everything in W city and came to S city alone. I went to the Liu Group to apply for a job with you. I never thought that even the heavens would help me. I … I became your driver!" Lin Fan looked at Liu Mengxiao excitedly and said: "I, I just want to be by your side, and look at you … No … There's no other meaning!"

Hearing Lin Fan's words, Liu Mengxiao couldn't help but sigh slightly. In his heart, Lin Fan still couldn't forget about this girlfriend of his. Perhaps, if it wasn't for the fact that his face looked very similar to Yao'er, this man would have already collapsed. He treated himself as a spiritual Legacy, because he was very similar to the girl in the photo.

"I'm a bit envious of you!" Holding the photo, Liu Mengxiao looked at the girl's smile on the photo, and said with a low voice that could only be heard by himself.