Virtual World: Close Combat Mage

Lemon Yellow is an old player, has had brilliance in past games and mixed quite well in parallel worlds. After tireless efforts and a bit of luck, he is ranked in the seventeenth general list of magicians, more so in his capital, Frost Snow City, where nobody knows, nobody knows.

But it's obviously all in the past.

Today is the most tragic day in the history of Lemon Yellow Net Tour. In just one day, all his efforts have been shadowed. He has fallen three levels and is on a forty cliff. His beloved robe also burst out when his PK value was hung for the second time, and he returned home in his underwear. I searched a broken robe from a friend and put it on to attend a discussion group meeting with the big people. As a result, I was pissed off by the late sandpaper. The most tragic thing is that the last thing they did was basically this sandpaper idea, making lemon yellow just want to throw up.

And now he can't even throw up, because even this idea has bottlenecks. He was asked to date a group of arrows and thieves, but eventually realized that he seemed to have some difficulty participating in such an operation. A magician is a noble profession and is not suitable for this kind of trick in terms of skill setting or adding choices, unless you add something as obscene as that mile drunk!

Lemon Yellow was thinking about messaging other big people who might have the same difficulty as herself, and suddenly she heard someone yelling, "Lemon Yellow. ”

“Hmm?” Lemon yellow turned around, still sending messages.

“Look who I am.” The man said.

“Boring.” Lemon Yellow had no intention of joking at all. He glanced at it as he spoke. As a result, Lemon Yellow immediately realized that his bad luck would continue. Today is truly his worst and worst day.

Thousands of miles drunk... you come when you think about it, are you a fucking summoner? This was the last thought that flashed with lemon yellow, and then he was chopped off. Upon resurrection, it is cold and damp. Lemon yellow got excited, which... this is the dungeon, not the resurrection point. Once again, I checked my information and found it to be of sound rank. It turns out I was sent back to the dungeon by wanted mission.

Why is this happening? Thousands of miles drunk, this fool doesn't kill himself and does his job? Ha, ha, ha, ha. Luck hasn't gone yet! Finally. Lemon Yellow laughs in jail, he will be so happy in jail, so it can be seen that nothing is absolute, everything has to be looked at by contrast. For example, so few people say butterflies are shameless, but compared to Baidu, butterflies are pure, noble, and glorious.

“What's the matter, why are you in jail again?!!” Lemon Yellow left, leaving two people, one expressing strong dissatisfaction with the other.

Disgruntled is the skinny waist dance, disgruntled is Gu Fei.

“He's in the 40th grade, then he'll be miserable.” Gu Fei said.

“Can you do it? Can you do it? Come out and hang out, there's no such thing as not falling out of step, even my mother has fallen out of step.” Slim waist dance said.

“I never dropped it.” Gu Fei said.

“You... are so mad at me! Next time, I'll have to kill you, or I'll run around.” Slim waist shouting.

“Providing scrolls?” Gu Fei asked.

“Kill you!!!” Slight waist dance rage.

“Next stop, next stop.” Gu Fei consulted the intelligence information sent by Yugo.

The assassination that Gu Fei started one step ahead of the other was too precise and too well placed. The only flaw is that it is not comprehensive enough. After all, most of the 31 Yuko have yet to find information, and some have no PK value. For example, first class low temperatures, this fateful and highly responsive priest, Yu found out, but how can the priest have PK value? Without a PK Wanted License, it wouldn't work. Gu Fei couldn't find it, so he had to let this person go.

And like lemon yellow, one of the people who had previously met and hung up has been sieved out. In this regiment, he was carrying a bunch of PKs with a magician on his back. Who could he be? But after all, the end made him happy. It's hard to say if he was really killed and had the courage to continue the game. If you don't laugh and get killed Grade 10 is still stubbornly alive, that's in the 20-30 field, and now you're not discouraged by this level of devaluation, those are people with great perseverance.

Picking a second goal, Gu Fei Xinglu took off again, and this time finally satisfied Xinglu dance. The classmate was involved in the first ambush, but the second Mixed War retreated, and while carrying the PK value he killed during the Mixed War, his level 42 guaranteed that he would not fall below forty, so he was honored to die on the slender waist dancer.

After a half-day of thin waist dance, the killing was so exciting, people left a "pervert" message before dying. Even if it's a game, PK kills so much, it's not a pervert. What is it?

“Next.” Looking for efficiency, take off and next stop immediately. As for the scroll, Yu has already given a set after figuring out everyone's history. Yu is still very careful and reassuring, but he is always a neglected object in war-based games.

The next one, the same as the previous one, died once, had a PK value, but would not fall to more than 40, obviously a prey belonging to the fine waist dance again, but the two men found the coordinates, and the upper house opened a circle, and no one was seen. The experienced Gu Fei immediately concluded: “In the house! ”

So knock.

“Who is it?” Ask inside.

“Me.” Gu Fei said.

“Who are you?” Ask

Gu Fei could not answer, pushed the waist dance, so the waist dance answered: “Beauty. ”

The other party immediately opened the door, looked at the slim waist dance outside the door, eyebrows smiled, forgot to say “I” at the beginning seems like a man, courteous: “What's the matter with the beautiful woman? ”

So the beautiful woman gave him a knife, the blood stained his belly red, it was not enough to react, the front chest was inserted another knife, so white. Slight waist dance was very satisfied with his quickness and efficiency, while Gu Fei sighed directly: “Idiot, wrong kill, this is not the goal. ”

But the target came out soon, with a bunch of people. This is also a big man of efficiency, has already gathered personnel, is in the process of mobilizing a meeting, and this is how he came to the door.

“Look, that's the one.” Gu Fei gave a thin waist dance finger.

“What man!” the man still hasn't noticed Gu Fei, still asking.

“Beautiful!” Answer him with a slender waist and kill him at high speed.

People are still laughing, vaguely laughing, and they are wickedly understanding this as a beautiful woman throwing herself into a hug. Though they don't know why, they feel that there's always nothing wrong with big characters dealing with a female player. They didn't know it was the toughest female player in the parallel world, a better female player than too many men, and the big man was tragic. Between first-rate and first-rate, the skinny dancer can't say first-rate, but the equipment is absolutely first-rate, the big man and her profession are repressed inhumanely.

Everyone was shocked. Their big character failed to trick the beauty to succeed, and they were wiped out by the beauty three times five times two.

The gap between first-rate and super-class is not as far away from super-class and perverted streams as it is around a bunch of people. Superior class was besieged, some of them couldn't cope after a moment. After all, they were called together as masters, not papayas on the side of the road.

“Look, help me!!” I saw Gu Fei dancing with his arms against the wall. Wow, that qi!

“Oh, I was afraid I'd get in your way and you said I'd rob your weird.” Gu Fei said.

“Weird?” The players who heard that were wooden. We're people, we're not weird.

But they didn't have time to explain, they didn't have time to express their dissatisfaction, and the perverted stream joined the regiment, instantly pouring. Organized to attack masters, arrows or thieves, one by one is thinner than the other. Gu Fei's best at seconds is them. So at the end of the day, all the thieves fell, all the archers ran away, Gu Fei was depressed: “PK value is up again. ”

“Wash," he said.

“Yeah, that coordinates worked!” Gu Fei said.

The big man who had just been cut off by the thin waist dance fell two levels at once. At this time, 40, his heart was sad and he didn't want to come out of the resurrection point. He didn't come out, the man walked in, the man and the woman came to the door again, this time he recognized it was a thousand miles drunk, angry, thinking about what else you could do at the resurrection point, just opening your mouth to ask for a little cheap, Gu Fei instantly moved, close, double flame flashing.

Cold, damp, dungeon. The big man's mood is different from that of Lemon Yellow. He thought he was at an absolutely safe point of resurrection. Who knew the other party would put him away on a wanted mission. Depressed, angry and angry, but no one even listened to the curse. Without Gu Fei presiding over the main city, the dungeons were mostly cold.

Three goals in a row were happily accomplished, and the skinny waist dance was finally addicted to picking up a smile, but the big man finally reacted a little. The first target, Lemon Yellow, went into the dungeon, and the news didn't work; the second person just dropped the rank, and saw it clearly. Immediately, the message sent out every big person: Thousand Miles drunk, proactive attack, assassination came to the door.

“Shit!!” Big people who hear the news are scared and angry. They are still organizing assassinations, but the people have come one step ahead, let alone attack Cloud City, everyone doubts their safety.

As a result, goal number four went well, but by the time goal number five started to get tricky. When the fellow learned that the others had been imprisoned and that those who had not been imprisoned had been imprisoned until the fortieth level, he invited all the helpers he could call to wait in the central square of their main city.

Gu Fei and Jingwaist dance came and saw that the mountains and seas were very lively.

“Geez, it's hard to find someone like that.” Gu Fei said.

“What is this?” Thin waist dancing east and west looking.

“What kind of party is that?” Gu Fei Chai.

“Hey, what are you guys doing?” Slim waist dance pulled a personal question.

When the beautiful woman saw her, she immediately replied: “Whisper, we are waiting for a thousand miles to get drunk. This inhuman animal god has gone ghost yet. We heard that he is about to come to our castle to commit atrocities, so we are waiting for him. ”

“Ha-ha-ha, a beast without humanity.” Fine waist dancing pointed to Gu Fei laughing.

Everybody's on the side. And Gu Fei's features have long been instilled in everyone here. At first glance at the costume, the square immediately became chaotic. How chaotic is it that everyone suddenly runs around a man? Think of the stars when they meet a bunch of fans.

Gu Fei, at first glance, this situation is not good. There are too many people, too messy. In such an unorganized situation, it might be useless to be able to step on it directly in the pile. Even if I had a second round of people, I wouldn't dare go forward in the second, but the third and fourth laps might push the second lap up, and then push three or five laps to push four, and push myself to have to be pushed down.

“Run!!” Gu Fei pulled the thin waist dance and flashed. How fast is the thin waist dance? Turning her eyes means that she pulled Gu Fei away. Turning her eyes again, she's gone. Gu Fei has a bunch of chasers behind her. Some sick bandit All-Sensitive Arrow players and so on have even gone backwards.

Gu Feibei pulled the sword to kill, luckily all the arrow thieves in front of him were able to stop him. There was not at least less blood. Basically, he couldn't stand to fly. He stepped on the white face of the body and flew forward. In the end, he could fall under his sword faster than him, and faster than him. It was the pig oil that blinded his heart before he rushed to the front to eat the sword.

Out of town players have always been a little bit confused about how drunk and powerful they are. This time they have met one on a massive scale and just feel more confused than before. Is that human? Is that a player? It's the only acceptable explanation in everyone's mind.

After dumping the pursuit soldiers, Gu Fei and the skinny waist dance rendezvous. The skinny waist dance was still pointing to his pleasure. It was called "inhumanity” for a while and “animal” for a while. It was kind of like letting her find a place to make fun of.

Gu Fei was still thinking about his goals, checking the coordinates, and moving, but strange places didn't know where to go, only to know and his direction was getting farther away.

“This won't kill, will it?” Slight waist dance question.

“Can't kill, it's too messy.” Gu Fei said.

“But you can't keep piling up so many people!” Slim waist dance said.

“It's nothing to pile up a bunch of people, but these people are so messy, give the organization the layout!” Gu Fei complained.

“What do you mean, with the organization set up, there's a chance?” Slight waist dance widened his eyes.

“Yes, an organized arrangement can find an accurate and effective space.” Gu Fei said.

“There's no time for this.” I don't believe it.

“Of course there is, but it's too messy, too messy.” Gu Fei said.

“So what? ”

“There's no winning argument.” Gu Fei said.

“Bullshit!!” Slim waist dancing despises.

“You don't understand.” Gu Fei didn't explain it. He stretched out his head and looked. Indeed, no one else came after him.

“What do we do now? Wait, or is it the next one?” Slight waist dance question.

“It's not bad, they already know we're coming, so they're resisting.” Gu Fei said.

“So many people have been protecting, when will that be?” Slim waist dance said.

“If they know how to do this, just protect the PK and maybe wash it together.” Gu Fei said.

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Carry Ergon, carry Chapter 900, carry the gorgeous weekend to ask for the monthly ticket ~ ~ Give it some strength, the month is almost over, 500 tickets ah 500 tickets ~ (to be continued, if you want to know what's going on, please log on to www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support authentic reading!)