Virtual World: Close Combat Mage

The sandpaper went home, and he had no face to share it with the other big people. Imagine how confident you were in the discussion group at the time, and Indian sandpaper estimated that you let those people know that there was certainly no sympathy for him, and all he had to do was laugh.

Sandpaper can only be analyzed here by itself and how it is exposed.

In fact, Han's son found his method simple, simple or even a little silly, is to die on his inevitable path and so on. But that's the silly way to do it, but you can't think of sandpaper all the time, and you can only scratch your scalp there by yourself.

The other big characters can only take care of themselves at this time, nobody even thinks of the sandpaper that fought alone in Cloud City. Turning yourself in to jail is comfortable, you don't want to go to jail to avoid it, most of them are wasting time and waiting for the PK value to disappear, there is one person who doesn't take much account of others' feelings, I actually thought of washing the PK value. With all these guards, it's amazing, but most guards don't think so. They're full of opinions, but it's hard to say what's going on.

The players they wanted were also frightened, how could they do it? They needed to send so many big characters from the Castle to fight themselves. Most people had soft legs when so many masters approached them, and the PK value washed smoothly. These thick faces asked so many people to accompany them in washing PK, but they quickly got liberated. Without the PK value, they can actually feel so relaxed. They all feel a little weird, and the pressure on everyone from a thousand miles of drunkenness is too much.

Easier than them, of course, are the number of priests represented by first-class low temperatures. They don't have PK values and naturally won't be bothered by them, and when others are very nervous about protecting themselves, they continue to work on schedule. For their own inconvenience in carrying out the assassination plan, they eventually decided to sit in command of the town and not follow the assassins.

When the candidates were finalized, the guys who had been tormented by thousands of miles of grass were not disturbed, all contacting Sandpaper directly.

As a result, the sandpaper side also reacted strangely. He actually said to wait for them. Ask them why. He said that the sandpaper side was not responding, or he replied with a vague reason such as "something”.

“What's going on?” First class muttered himself at low temperatures and sent a message to Indian sandpaper again, which he had to ask.

Indian sandpaper saw someone so grappling with the bottom of the question, had to stop confusing. Fortunately, it was this first-class low-temperature person who seemed sensible in the discussion group. Indian sandpaper also stopped hiding and revealed the truth: “We were ambushed. ”

“What's the matter?” First class cryogenic surprise.

“I don't know! At one junction, he was suddenly clamped back and forth, and even the roof was ambushed, obviously ready. We didn't even have time to use the transmission reel and were all hung up.” Sandpaper said.

“And now?” First class cryogenic question.

“I'll send it back to our castle first. The other side can arrange it so delicately, it must also be an ambush outside the resurrection point, unable to get out.” Says Sandpaper.

“How could your whereabouts be revealed?” First class cryogenic.

How can you taste sandpaper? I can only sigh: “I don't know...”

“Can we continue with our next move?” First class cryogenic question.

Sandpaper sinks. The other party's means are infinite, some have been seen, some are still unknown. Under these circumstances, it feels as if we were going to die.

“How are the others?” Ask Sandpaper. He knows that first-class low temperatures are priests, so he's feeling stable right now. Those with PK are hard to say.

“It's bothering me...” First class low temperature said.

“Let me tell you something, let's all get some rest today, let's stabilize our emotions, let's talk about it tomorrow?” Sandpaper proposal. Even the day was hit, some were anxious to get revenge, some were frightened and, in short, the mentality was very unstable. Including his imprint of sandpaper himself, he was also disturbed by this mysterious ambush. He felt he needed to rest too.

“Well, let me persuade you...” First class low temperatures know that the impression of sandpaper is not very good for people, this is still a good thing for him to communicate with everyone.

Communication is quite smooth, all the big characters are exhausted, here in the game are already worried, some want to escape. Take a break? That's a great idea!

At this moment, the Inky people suddenly contacted. Forever, Eagle Group, on behalf of Inky, asks how things are going with everyone.

Everybody's depressed! But you can't spill that on Inky! And I'm not even ashamed to say it. At the time of the gathering, none of them took it seriously against the sky. And now? A gray-headed piece of dirt, thirty good men, half of them have now disappeared from the top of the ranking list, and there are also many people running straight to the bottom of the middle class player stack.

In the face of the employer's enquiry, such a group of masterful lovers hated that no hole could be drilled.

“What's the matter? Is there a problem?” This message will always be mass, because the responses of the thirty brothers are unanimous, although some of the information simply cannot be sent out.

“The difficulty is a little…” The individual big figures answered a little piecemeal, basically that's what they meant.

“Can I help you?” Always ask.

“What can you do to help?” The big characters are powerless.

“We certainly don't have much strength in the field, otherwise we don't have to ask you, but we can provide you with the most advantageous security in material terms.” Forever.

“Oh?” The spirits of the big characters suddenly struck.

“Free?” is certainly a matter of concern.

“Well, if it's about equipment, I hope you can make a deposit, it's not that I can't trust you! Well... do you think you can understand?” Always saying that, of course, the big characters understood immediately, saying whether they didn't believe it or not, but they didn't. This equipment has been handed over, and if people really don't return it, there is no way. Equipment must be deposited and reasonable.

“As for other consumables, it would not be convenient to provide them free of charge. But if you need it, our boss said, we can give you a discount.” Forever.

Big characters don't say much either. Let them do their work, and man has promised a great reward. Even if these additional overdrafts are not made now, they are nothing. Being able to give a discount is kind of a love affair.

“If you need anything, you can contact Inky's Five Nights Director directly. If he's not here, you can call me.” The big characters were never asked to reply immediately, and after leaving such a sentence, they stopped talking.

In fact, what are the sights of these big characters at this time, and how can they never know? Studios do not have much combat power, but their intelligence networks are absolutely incomparable with those of any congress.

Like the Son Elite, they set up some kind of studio in the name of a thousand years of drunkenness, or, like, Kenanyu, they used to take the mission blast gear, and it seemed like it was a bit of a studio form, but it was just a worker. The real studio, the first thing to do, is to have information on the power situation in the Castle, career trends, equipment output, player needs, etc. These subdivisions can be obtained by employees or temporary small labor offices everywhere, but ultimately a specialized person is needed to analyse them strategically. This strategy, which is a business strategy, serves the purpose of controlling markets and controlling prices by gaining access to this multifaceted intelligence. The ultimate goal is to control the exchange rate between the gold coin in the game and the real currency out of the game.

There's too much learning in the studio, just because a few of them want to be a real studio, it's not even close!

Little studios, looking at one or several castles, Inkie, on a large scale, can already be analyzed from a global perspective. For example, five nights of their talent at the director level, the main thing they do is this. The focus of the procurement, the duration of the accumulation, the timing of the launch, etc. From a large amount of information, they analyzed the direction of the market, and they tried to earn the most gold from it, and they became directors, and they were quite amazing people.

The directors are now lost, but the sources at the lower levels are still there. And Inky's work network is constantly recovering. Now from a business point of view, a person may be a little overwhelmed for five nights, but it's easy to grasp a little bit of information like these big characters were beaten to the ground by the very opposite sky. Especially with PK worth these brothers, in case of a thousand miles of drunken pursuit, the city is going to wind and rain, the business network is all over the main city, can you not know?

This step was finally taken when the instructions of Gestachi Young were always followed. Always sure of your speculation. Revenge? The owner of the studio would never have been such a childish player. Against all odds, he has become a chess piece in his hand at this time, and he is going to use it to lift up a world-class PK and take advantage of the opportunity to wage war. Interests, which he pursued all along, were only interests. By the stomach of the player PK, he probably forgot to sleep. Besides, in this world dispute, which is so revolt-centric, the end result is far worse than the end, and to speak of revenge, that end has been achieved.

But after all, the player still has something that Gestachi didn't expect.

Again and again, the big characters are losing a lot of money from very bad heaven, which is exactly what Gestachi Young wanted to see. The more they lose, the more they want revenge, the more power they will unleash. Loss in PK is inevitable, blows up gear, makes up for it; a life-saving scroll, has to be worn; and some strange other toys, anything that might help win, will generate demand. Forever, even at this moment. When there is so much power on this side that it is impossible to fight against the sky, Gestachi Ying will come up with a way to help the very opposite side of the sky so that they can continue to fight against the even forces.

Or did he already look? Always suddenly. The news coming from Cloud City, across the sea and between the clouds, seemed to have begun to help lining the sky very badly.

Always starting to think it was very counterproductive to ask for help, and now it seems that Gestachi Young made some sort of water-supply arrangement from it? If you can work for Inky, you don't necessarily have to be Inky, like some friendly relationship customers, some high-ranking players who see money in their eyes. Anyone who can talk at this time could be Inky's helper.

It would never have been possible to reach so many Inkie's network on this side of the studio, but Gestakie Young is really unavailable at the moment, so he became a double-headed runner. In fact, it is clear that Gestachi Young is not seeking revenge. If revenge is truly sought, it is highly unlikely that each of the thirty big men, together with their elite strength in the Eagle League, will take it. But the Eagle Group has not been there, and Gestachi Young's idea is to create more trouble for the very opposite side of the sky, and to do so, no matter how much money is invested. This is actually an investment. Gestachi Young wants to light a cluster of star fires. Then sweep the whole game in the same position.

“Businessman...” Sigh forever, horrible businessman. In this wind wave, perhaps countless players would appreciate Inky Studios' assistance in delivering carbon at a critical juncture in the snow, but who would have thought this was all set in motion by this guy? When the flame is completely lit, it will be unstoppable to anyone, even the all-powerful system in the game. The system can stop the game, but it cannot extinguish the PK spark in the player's mind.

“What will happen?” Shake your head forever and walk alone in the street.

The big characters, who suddenly received words like Inky Studios, did not change their intentions to prepare for a break. Everyone went down one after the other to seek calm. But everyone knows that all they have to do is calm their minds in case they make the wrong decisions in impulsive anger. And their hearts don't cool down about very countervailing revenge. This is no longer for reward, not for ourselves, but for the sake of our brothers who have died with us for it.

At this time, Gu Fei's hands have obtained a new list, a new group of big characters exposed by Yuko in many ways. Gu Fei applauded Yu's work, but this batch of lists, search one, not online, search one, not online, search another. Still not online.

“None of them...” Gu Fei wondered.

“Scared, hiding offline?” The gods roar.

“I have no objection to that possibility.” Gu Fei said.

“…” Everyone was speechless.

“In that case, shall we take a break? This is definitely not over.” Yu proposed.

“This Inquisitive Studio is endless. ”

“No, this can't be over without Inky Studios now.” Mr Han said.

“Why?” No questions asked.

“If your friends around you help you lose grades in your PK, would you just let it go?” Mr Han said.

“It depends on who it is. If it's you who's going to drop it, then why say it? Forget it. I want to worship them!” The battle was unharmed, he said.

“I don't have to drop it once if you drop the 10th level, you don't have to dream about it.” Han's son laughed.

“What do you mean, now that Inky's out of business, sit back and wait for the show?” Yu is the one who pulled the building back when everyone was running away.

“This is obviously already the case.” Han said.

“In that case, when will it be over?” Sword ghosts frowned, “these people...” Sword ghosts took two lists from Gu Fei's hand that had been searched back and forth, and looked at their data with some thought.

“To negotiate with them? Analyze the vicious intentions of Inky Studios to them?” Yu asked.

“What bad intentions?” Son Han asked him, "Inky must have paid them enough to make them feel good. Thirty-one of the big characters in the main city, all they have to deal with is a newly formed, two-hundred-point new club, like a high-difficulty mission that makes them die, and makes things bigger? ”

“This…”

“We're too strong to blame!” Master Han sighed, this time shamelessly finally brought everyone in, everyone found it quite easy to accept.

“These guys aren't online right now, and it looks like they're adjusting some new strategy.” Yu said.

“New strategy? Cut...” Han's son looks down on it: “I'm more concerned about Inkichi than this. ”

“Is anybody there?” That's right, the door rang. With the stronghold, you've barely been to the tavern or anything. In your own stronghold, even if you're standing in a meeting, it's even more professional!

The player next to the door pulled the door open with his hand. At first glance, the sword of no oath came uninvited.

“Yo, they're all here! Hey, Thousand Miles, long time no see! I haven't come to thank you yet!” The sword of no oath is over and you are not invited to enter. The wind behind you reflects on the year, and no one has stopped you. There is nothing to stop you.

“Thanks for what?” Gu Fei was confused.

“Thank you for not taking the job. Want me!” The sword of no oath is still immersed in ignorance!

“Oh, you got a PK?” Gu Fei paid for his warrant. Sword Without Oath's face has changed. Something's wrong with this situation? The Sword Without Oath reacted quickly enough, and immediately said: "No, no, not now. I mean, I used to have a lot of PK on me once. You didn't pick me up, so I just have a chance to thank you now. ”

“What day?” Gu Fei seriously made the sword of no oath really want to give him two mouths, but how dare he keep making it up with his scalp? “What day? Three days ago or five days ago? Look at my memory. ”

“Three days, five days...” Gu Fei began to think of it. The sweat on the sword of no oath. Mr. Han finally came to help him unravel the fence: “Enough is enough, when is the sesame thing going to go? ”

Shit, I almost got drunk. Is this about sesame seeds? Sword Without Oath is quite unhappy, but once you look at Fei, you really stop thinking and relieve yourself.

“No oath, boss. Come here. What is it?” The Sword Ghost asks.

“I just came to ask if those bastards were doing anything next.” Sword Without Oath said.

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