Virtual World: Close Combat Mage

Four world-class experts in online travel, plus a hidden killer and a hidden BOSS. The hands of the reflective year that pinched this list all trembled a little. Why is the combination so strong that it doesn't show up in Cloud City and doesn't show water? Yinghua has visited the mercenary building before to check the information of the elite group of boys. The small ones are like scum...

Six of them, forming such a small mercenary corps, for no reason at all, right? There's always a big purpose, isn't there? Reflecting years of anxiety and longing, Silver Moon, who gave him the most information, was also unable to answer the question. He merely provided two facts: the appearance of the Son Elite was one of the important factors that led him to collapse before Moon and Night City; and secondly, it was the Son Elite group that met the second time to kill the sorcerer.

Reflect the years of sudden enlightenment. He was also present at the farce, and he was quite impressed with all of them. Mistress Mingben knew that Mr. Han's appearance was outstanding. Yu was the initiator, and he was a celebrity. Naturally, he looked more often. And the battle was unharmed... and the look on that day was gorgeous. But the reflection year didn't pay much attention, they were the number one convention, and then the focus of their work fell on the drifting body.

Reflecting on the year, he recalled, hoping to find a breakthrough from that unexpected contact that day. At this time, Silver Moon provided him with a major piece of information: the second-decade magician, who was a thousand miles drunk, seemed to have a poor relationship with the other five. The exact reason is unknown.

Reflecting on the year is a little bit of a thought, and I don't find it hard to understand. These top masters should all be arrogant and arrogant lords. Looking back at the way the royal angels sound, it must be very unpleasant to have such a tougher man to crush their heads. Probably out of jealousy, this thousand miles of drunkenness in the mercenary corps is crowded out, so it's not so harmonious.

This may be a good breakthrough! Reflecting the year, he thought, but didn't know that the silver moon he was inquiring about was not good at all. Where else would you get acquainted with Silver Moon besides knowing his name? It is simply misleading to irresponsibly tell the Reflective New Year what YY thinks.

Even if there is discord within the Son Elite Corps, it will not be caused by Gu Fei being too strong.

This kind of thing is mainly dominated by the human personality. First of all, he was more modest and helped these people a lot. Like finding memories of frost for swordsmen and ghosts, helping the royal gods to scrub wind boots to jail, helping the war unharmed wire with the reborn purple crystal girls and so on.

On the other hand, the Sword Ghost did not have to say that he had spoken to Gu Feixin in the morning. The Gods of War and War are unharmed, and that's not a jealous, powerful, petty man.

As for the other two, Yuko's gameplay is not in this area, and there is no one competing for a stronger attitude.

In the eyes of Han's son, Gu Fei is nothing more than a martial artist. Never compete with his wisdom. In this narcissistic eyes, he is the best man, and Gu Feiqiang is also a dust in his eyes.

In such an atmosphere, the elements of disharmony conceived by the Reflection Year are simply non-existent. But he was also very proud of his IQ and, by inference, felt reasonable and wonderful. Afterwards, Xianghua made every effort to write a deep and luxurious letter of persuasion.

He first expressed his admiration for Gu Fei, which was quite distant because in fact they had dealt with Gu Fei a long time ago. After the nonlaughable incident, he had led the team in pursuit of 27149. Although he eventually fell into a trap, Reflection Year Hua said fleshly in his letter that he had been eager for Gu Fei Xin ever since.

Then, in a very obscure language, ask Gu Fei how he is in the elite group. He didn't say anything here, so he wanted Gu Fei to think for himself. In retrospect, I admire my speech skills.

Then, reflecting on the year, China talks about life and ideals, pointing out in due course that only the Grand Convention and the Grand Mercenary Corps is Gu Fei's best place to go. Finally, the reflection year was a strong expression of his eagerness for Gu Fei, and perhaps many of his own commitments felt heartfelt after seeing them.

After throwing his pride into the mailbox, a stone finally landed in the heart of the Reflection Year. As long as Gu Fei sees this letter, he will definitely reply. Then he will meet with us somewhere below. He will learn more about his love and reason, so that he can start the rivalry and leave the Son Elite.

Without this lead killer, the five son elite, though still good at it, is clearly not enough to worry about. He will also pull a top hand in his place, one by one.

For a six-member mercenary group in a district, Reflection Year Hua can be considered thoughtful and painstaking. But he was wrong from the very beginning, and how could he have received the effects he expected? Not to mention something far from what he expected to happen.

Today there are many Gu Fei fans. Yesterday he went online without paying attention. Today he went online. After receiving the system prompt he had 241 letters, Gu Fei, who was stunned, rushed to the city gate mailbox.

The mailbox was stacked with stacks and stacks of letters marked "Drunk for a Thousand Miles”. Gu Fei pulled out a stack and regenerated a stack in it. So many times, 241 letters were taken out by him. What depressed him was that when the letter was in his pocket, one letter had to occupy a locker, and 241 letters could not even be filled. Gu Fei was helpless and had to hold this stack of letters nearly half a metre high and carefully walked in the direction of Xiao Lei Tavern.

“Oh my God! What is that?" The pedestrians on the road looked at it with curiosity.

“It's a letter!” Gu Fei didn't wipe the sweat off his head, but he answered for the crowd.

“Brother, you haven't opened the mailbox since the test!” Someone was amazed.

“That's not so much!” Someone can't believe it.

As a result, Gu Fei's answer made them crash even more: “Just two days. ”

Once again, people are amazed, so many letters in two days. How many friends does this person get? Lots of friends, it's pretty enviable everywhere. In the complex eyes of everyone, Gu Fei moved forward.

Xiao Lei Tavern, Han's son was drinking alone in the bag room, suddenly Xiao Lei reached out and rolled up the curtain, then saw Gu Fei come in with a letter nearly half a meter high, his head had to be crooked to ensure the integrity of his sight.

“241 letters!” Gu Fei said, swinging to the table, instantly laying all over the table.

“What a vibrant response!” Han's son smiled. He had guessed the origin of the letters, but only after Gu Fei was exposed, the chairmen who had ideas about him could not close him because Gu Fei did not open the friends switch, and could only refer to the more original way of writing letters.

These letters are in roughly the same form. Gu Fei quickly overlooked three copies. His face is disappointed: “Why is this all happening?! ”

Of course, Han knew what he saw. “What do you think it would be? ”

“Hasn't anyone challenged me with disgust?” Gu Fei kept looking.

Mr. Han's son was stunned. Did this guy show up at the pub that day and still have this ghost in his arms? This guy, why did he do something unexpected?

Gu Fei had already taken the fifth one apart by now. He saw Master Han's hair across the street. “If you're okay, help me take it apart!" he said. ”

Mr. Han did nothing, so he refused. Take a sip of wine, take a letter, tear it apart, take a look, throw it away; take a sip of wine, take a letter, tear it apart, take a look, throw it away... so repetitive, more efficient than Gu Fei.

“Hey, be careful, you missed it.” Gu Fei was dissatisfied with Han's son.

Hence, Han family member added more snacks, each letter to look twice, throw away...

Finally, a relatively superior letter led Han's son to look at the third eye, and he flipped the envelope and looked at his name: Reflection Year.

This name gave Han's son a slight glimpse. He immediately read the letter and read out a small disc reflecting the year. This guy wants to fight back before the war and reduce their risk of this war.

Han's son smiled dumbly. Look, your strategic vision is the ultimate success, your opponent is completely wandering. Mercenary group of 100! It's ridiculous to play tricks on a six-member mercenary group and try to cut back on each other's numbers.

Han's son, who had won this round of rivalry, was not very keen on it, but he was given a chance to reckon with it at this time. Han's son conceived the script in his head, and he pulled the paper and pen out of his arms silently and threw it at Gu Fei.

“What?” Gu Fei was reading the letter carefully, hoping that one would challenge him.

“Reply.” Han said.

“Is this... still working?” Gu Fei wondered.

“Bullshit, you know how to be polite? How can you not reply to such a polite letter? And if you don't reply explicitly reject it, I can't stop looking at the harassment.” Mr Han said.

“Hmm!” Gu Fei nodded, feeling reasonable. Because he has read no more than two or three letters from a few people. Apparently, one letter did not receive a response, so he wanted to draw Gu Fei's attention with a series of hits.

“Go back!” Gu Fei sighed and picked up the paper and pen.

“Well, I'll help you too.” Han's son pulled out another pen and paper himself.

Gu Fei was surprised. Writing back can be a different amount of work than reading a letter. Mr. Han would actually ask for it?

“Write what? Simply put, just a few words.” Master Han asked Gu Fei.

“Uh, just write 'thank you for your kindness, but I refuse’.” Gu Fei thought about it and said.

“Well, good, just clear.” Mr. Han nodded and buried his head in an exhilarating book, but the writing differed greatly from what Gu Fei had said. And the busy Gu Fei over there, he didn't see anything about it.

Three days before the end of this month, classmates with monthly tickets, don't take pity on her as a petite flower, throw it to the butterfly ruthlessly!

Something's been going on these past few days. If you can squeeze it out, there 'll be a second! (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)