Virtual World: Close Combat Mage

The drift just left, and the players in the room might have seen it, but they didn't take it too seriously. After leaving the house, the drift then exited the very opposite party, which the players noticed when the system message came out. A lot of people are staring at the club channel at this time, and although the system message is instantly brushed away by the chat, someone can still see it.

“Hey, drifting out of the club? What's going on?” Yu's gossip was intact. The first time I saw it, the first time I asked, it was on the elite group's little channel. He had seen the drift and the sword ghost talking there for a while before, and then he would leave. He wanted to say hello to the sword ghost.

“Mmm.” The Sword Ghost just responded so well.

“It's such a good day!” Of course, the royal god sounding news is a joy, deliberately turning out the system message "player drifting out of the club" on the club channel one hundred and eighty times, how do you feel about it?

“What's going on? What's going on?” Yu is anxious to gossip.

“Drifting!” The Sword Ghost said.

Although everyone communicates on the chat channel, the room is not really too big. Yuko's side of the message has already been gathered next to the Sword Ghost. From a distance, he looked at the sword ghost's message and felt that there was something to dig in it. Yuko was proud of his acute gossip intuition.

Sword ghost is helpless, Yu wants to gossip, you don't tell him that it is more painful than killing him. Sword ghost is a thick priest, so I have to tell Yu brother.

The two men said that the door of the room had been knocked out, and the person next to the door pulled open with his hand, but the reporter came with a lot of wood. Everyone in this room knew these two and was not surprised by their arrival. Nobody knew that they would not come to visit, so they shouted “Big reporter came” at the house and ignored anyone who wanted to greet them.

Not as much manners in the game as in reality, Tagi came in on his own. The two of them got up to greet Han's son. When he saw Han's son, Taki mourned his face. He came over and said: "Boss, you can hurt us. ”

Mr. Han's face was surprised: “There's something wrong, can't you? ”

“Why not.” Tagi is a combination of two people, come out to visit Tagi talk a little more, now the expression is naturally more vivid, a cryless expression: “You suddenly come to such a hand, my previous report can not finish! Now that nobody cares about your dispute with Inky, my tracking story to get a tiger snaketail, isn't that a joke? ”

Muddy depression is true. It's hard to find such gorgeous events in games, disputes, battles, top players in games, gorgeous teams from all walks of life, the biggest studio in the industry, and burglary revenge, which can lead to discussion of the right and wrong topics. Tagi Tahara is prepared to take advantage of such a gorgeous theme. Previous stories had been fought back by gunmen, and even by media outlets on other websites, which were unexpected. They just want to provoke such a controversy and then come to the details of the event, attracting both eyes and the face of the competition website, one by two.

Anyone who wants to act so fast on this side of the sky starts throwing gear around, and throws it all over the city, and the world knows, turning to the topics they worked to create before, nobody pays attention, nobody cares anymore about the truth they're about to uncover. Although there is little loss for their website, expectations are overwhelming for Taki.

“So this is it, what's this, this throwing gear is not a hotter topic? ”

“I can't help it, I have to do the story.” Tamu helplessly, judging from his professional point of view, he still believes that the previous struggle between the two groups is a better topic, and throwing equipment at this is a farce, and it is over. Argument? At best, the guy who can't eat grapes throws up acid. This farce can hardly attract long-term attention. At the end of the day, the online rate of players in the game and the click-through rate of replies in the forum were all a wild drop.

“What are the current topics to be done?” Han asked.

“Of course, I want to count the lucky ones this time, and I want to summarize the list of things thrown this time, which I think you have here, right? What do you say, is it convenient to publish?” Taki asked.

“No problem." Han's son seemed prepared. The list of 774 items recovered was handed over to Tagi.

“774. Throw them all away?” Tagi said as he took over.

Mr. Han didn't answer, but took the cup and drank it.

Tagi looked down at the list, but could not hear Master Han's reply. He looked up as if he had not heard his question. He was about to ask again, and suddenly he woke up again. Isn't it all thrown away, this is not guaranteed, it's doubtful. But if you doubt it, it's hard to say, so you chose silence.

“Well, are all the people on your side who throw things? We'd like to interview them one by one, see how they feel, see if there's anything interesting going on in the process, sort of outside the topic!” Tagi said.

“Yes, but...” Mr. Han said less. As a memoir, Tagi himself knew that if the people in the room were interviewed, the story would have to be read as a novel.

“Well, I'm just making an appointment, and this isn't too important.” Tagi said.

Prince Han nodded, pointing at the corner of the room: "There's the wine, make yourselves at home! ”

Tamuda's ideal is to be an objective and impartial professional journalist. Even though they know each other very well, they don't want to come directly to their side and join them in their celebration. At this time, looking for a drunk man in a room, looking for a drunk not so powerful guy to ask a lot of questions, make this trip more valuable. In this circle, the drunken swordsmen are naturally attracted to them, and the swordsmen are so prominent in their identity, it's also really worth interviewing. So Sword Ghost just sent out Yu Brother, the amateur gossip party, and he was targeted by two professional puppies.

The night just passed. Tagi's professional judgment is accurate. The thing about throwing gear, it's hot and cold. Over the course of the night, the number of people discussing the matter was immediately much lower. Some gossip parties had predicted that it would be very counterproductive to toss the materials of Inky Studios. Inky had to jump out and scold the streets again. Who wants Inky to be devastated this time, but the reaction is nothing. The characters of very anti-heaven and Inky seemed to be in tune with each other, before Inky dominated the forum public opinion, very anti-heaven unresponsive; now very anti-heaven vengeance, but Inky quieted down again.

The players have lost sight of the intentions of the two families, and without new gossip, the gossip party has dispersed quite a bit. Where exactly did 774 things go? There don't seem to be a lot of people who get to the bottom of this.

Gu Fei was not online all day yesterday. He was not involved in this equipment throwing event at all. He was barely in the forum and didn't even know what had happened. As soon as it went online, it was pulled by the king's angels to describe yesterday's festivities. After listening for half an hour, it just reacted: "Oh, you threw your gear, didn't you? ”

“Shit, you don't know!” The royal gods and the battle were unharmed, which made it clear that half the day was for cattle to play the piano.

“How would I know.” Gu Fei said.

“It's such a shame, who told you not to come yesterday, I'll tell you...” So the conversation started again.

At this moment, in another castle far away from the parallel world, Inky boss Gestachi proudly emptied one of their taverns in the main city, where he was prepared to meet personally and forever carefully selected from the main towns to the good men of the parallel world.

Forever, for five nights, it is now the right arm of Gestachi Young, standing behind Gestachi Young, all three silent, quietly counting the time.

“Someone's coming.” There was a man outside the tavern who greeted him. The leader of the second group, Eagle Yang, brought some men outside to watch.

Gestachi cleared his voice and raised his spirits, and Eagle Yang had already introduced him. There are three of them, and you can see from a glance of temperament that one of them is the main bone.

“Hello, what's your name?” Gestachi Young greets him personally.

“Flying SkyTone.” The answer is definitely the one of the three.

I've always had contact with everyone, but it's an e-mail message or something, and I don't know who I really am. But everyone's information he already knew his chest, heard the name immediately private message to Gestachi Ying: “Flying SkyTone, the founder of Gemma Castle Level 6 Walking Tower, although not the chairman, is still a very prestigious core figure in the meeting, and the ranking of warriors is currently eighth.” As the Eagle Group members were originally famous and powerful figures on the list, this struggle was compromised and made the ranking list a change. To be honest, in the face of such harsh punishment when parallel worlds die, the changing winds of hierarchy cannot be of fundamental concern.

“Brother Feitian, I've heard so much about Gestachi Young at the Lower Inge Studio.” Gestachi Young is not unfamiliar with the way he deals with players, and he immediately moves forward and flies through the sky.

Gestachi Young's name has also recently become quite loud and has been dubbed by players as a bad luck star for almost some time. And he competed with his opponent, Twilight in the Cloud. Twilight in the Cloud was targeted by the Eagles and dropped several times. Later, the Ten Congressional Alliance was dissolved. Of course, people who didn't know what to expect would think he was also a bad person.

“Hello.” Fei Tintong and Geshi Qiying asked her well, and her eyes turned to behind him.

“Forever." Always saw SkyTone stare at him and smile to introduce himself.

“I've heard a lot about you.” Flying Sky nodded.

This side of the five nights also put the name in the mouth, ready, the other side revealed it at a glance, who wants to take SkyTone's eyes back. Five nights of depression! His identity, it seems, is not enough at this time!

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Three thousand words first, it's been a long time since I've had a title without a title, it feels so friendly... (to be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, support authentic reading!)