Virtual World: Close Combat Mage

What does a very bad man want to say? Until we spoke, the presidents had their own plans. They are a group of people who deal with people frequently, and this is more clear at the moment. It is very counterproductive, presumably, to try to explain the beginning and end of the whole thing and settle it peacefully.

But what's the explanation for this? The presidents had understood the whole story, and their men had come to reward and fought against the sky, and had been killed. Of course it wasn't a very bad day's fault in the first place. Do we have to wait and see? If it just ended like this, there would be no chairman who would be so motivated to come and get revenge. It would be interesting, at best, to help with a punch in private name, not in the name of the club, because they didn't care about it at all.

But the rumours that broke out in the main towns undoubtedly put them on fire, and the presidents could not bear it, nor could their compatriots bear it. What they are doing now is not looking for a very counterproductive argument at all. What else would they say? Their aim is simply to take the image of a very opposite katana tree, something that doesn't even have to mention reading the wind cream about what they've been doing. The point of the problem is only that their actions will be slandered and ridiculed. And that's because, to kill Cloud City, it's very counterproductive, and that's what they want.

There are many things in this world that cannot be explained by right or wrong alone.

The chairmen have made up their minds. You want to make sense of that? That's nothing to say. It's not a big deal to come up and meet people who are very upside-down, just to be stuck inside and outside the bell tower, they don't have a choice. Now that we know there are no traps in the building, the chairman already cleaned up the guy and asked if he wanted to go in and do it.

“Not in such a hurry, it's not in such a hurry, it's nothing to make people talk.” That's what the chairman said.

The presidents came to the bell tower, ready for battle, and they arrived in the building, and the first thing they heard was: “There is wine at the stairwell, you have to take it yourself. ”

The chairmen looked up to the stairs, and there were lots and lots of good wine. Nor does the president of a grand pageant mean that one must be wealthy, and many of these good drinks are usually desperate to drink. Twenty-six of the chairmen also had liquor lovers. Immediately, there were three people who couldn't help but take it. The others stopped it with a wild eye, and the three had long lost their positions. One took a bottle and drank it while returning to the team, and asked the others: “Don't you want it? ”

Tears filled with tears, you three are still the chairmen? Haven't you ever heard of a man with a short mouth and soft hands? The district corrupted you with a little good wine?

The three of them continued their unconscious behavior, drinking the three of them and discussing: "Ah, good wine. Really, have you drunk it? ”

“Bullshit, I've had it, of course, but usually, who wouldn't want to buy it! ”

“Look, there's plenty left. They don't drink! ”

“Are they all ours? ”

“Don't be embarrassed, there are people who are very upside down! ”

“Aren't they all going to die soon? ”

“Oh, yeah...”

Mr. President, listen, these three people are crying on the channel. Emotions. Do they remember business? But how does it feel to be robbing drinks?

“Why don't you come up here and say something a little short now!” Some presidents couldn't stand to see the three guys continue to lose their positions, and spoke voluntarily and very adversarily.

“Okay, in fact, we don't know each other...”

“Don't introduce me!” The chairman interrupted Mr. Han's speech loudly and coarsely.

Mr. Han looked at the man and continued to say, “I mean, we don't know each other very well, so there's nothing to say. Please come and see the scene. ”

“Watching a play?” The presidents are lost, they are completely different from what they imagined!

“What theater?” Someone asked.

“See if any of you grown-ups will continue to wait for you outside when you get here.” Mr Han said.

“What do you mean?” The presidents do not understand.

“Why don't we make a bet and I'll bet your club people won't listen soon.” Han's son laughed.

“Disobedient? How's that sound? ”

“Like running around, killing people, setting a fire or something.” Han said.

“Interesting!” Some chairman can't help laughing, "what if you lose? ”

There is a chairman who has been involved, and 26 people have gamblers besides good drinks.

“Jump out of here.” Mr Han knocked on the window beside him.

“Interesting, I've never really seen a flying man like that.” There was a chairman laughing. That's true, anything could happen in the game, but no one would be foolish enough to play this jump. Even if someone's curious, they can't just grab someone from the street and throw them in the highlands? Even if it's a game, it's cruel. After all, most of the game players are ordinary people. Even if the virtual world of gaming is a little exposed, there are not so many perverts.

“Today you may not only have a chance to see it, but you may also have a chance to play Flying Man yourself.” Han said.

The chairman's face changed immediately.

“Who loses and who jumps, does that have to be explained?” Mr Han said.

Of course, there is no need to explain this, but the problem is that the presidents didn't expect them to bet like this. If they still want to bet, the other demands must be that if they lose, they let them go, and the result is the exact same condition. What good would it do to win a bet like this? Drop a chairman?

Besides, the gambling he put forward is problematic in itself, and what are these very anti-sky guys up to? The presidents measured this layer in the face of the very opposite sky of a man who waited and waited for their reply. There's only two guys, one of them squeezed in this room at this time seems to be fighting over something muttering.

This obviously does not match the current atmosphere, and the presidents are confused, but the two seem to notice that everyone is looking at them and turning back.

“Cough!” the old warrior coughed and said, “It's a nice view. ”

Idiots would believe they were there to grab the view. But the teenager was just about to say, "I said, boss, aren't you going to have any girls at the club? ”

The presidents threw up blood, and these two shameless women were actually there to watch their club. Female players are already cherished species, especially beauty players? All walks of life will not regard their beautiful girls as treasures. At this time, they are being searched for in such a lewd way that they immediately feel like someone is trying to steal their beast.

The presidents were angry, but because of this seizure, didn't the three people who saw the wine and laughed down like the others? So they all had to stop talking and pretend they didn't see those two idiots. People still think together about the gambling issue, which looks like they were supposed to win, but after the other side raised it, they discussed it very carefully, as if it was another Nova trap.

“Don't you dare do this?” Master Han asked.

It's very common drama, but it depends on who makes it, meet Han's son, that look, that tone, even pulled the corner of his mouth, everywhere makes people feel that they are being underestimated, being despised, not accepting is simply not a good man.

The chairman, who was less resistant in this regard, was about to respond. It was good that there were twenty-six of them, and the previous three winemakers failed to stop him, but this time they stopped him in time.

“Talk about it, talk about it!” Han said.

The presidents heard a lot about it and discussed it carefully.

“You've come a long way to get your face back. It's been a long time since you've been outside the bell tower. Now a small gambling appointment is about to go on. When are you going to embarrass yourselves? ”

“Shit, what are you talking about?” The presidents immediately got angry, someone had copied the guy, but Han's son still didn't panic: “Don't do it, that's boring, there are a lot of transmission reels for you. ”

The presidents immediately understood what it meant. With just one message, enough people could send in, and only they could die. No wonder they weren't scared at all, so they left it behind.

“What exactly is the purpose of your gambling appointment?” The chairman finally couldn't help but ask.

“Look at the Flying Man.” Han said.

There is no reason why the presidents should be silent.

“Whether you want to bet or not, do it yourself!” Mr Han said.

“What?”

“Do you want me to send someone to throw it?” Mr Han said.

“Shit, are you threatening us? ”

“Bosses, move your minds. If you don't gamble, why are you staying? Of course you're going out. What if you don't jump? ”

The congregations returned to God, the bell tower was blocked, there was no way to go, and they didn't have a reel, so they really had to jump to get out.

“We can go somewhere low and jump.” It's smart to have a chairman.

“Um, Flying Man.” Mr Han said.

“A bunch of little flyers.” Mr Han said.

The presidents were sweating, and they had already foreseen that if they did jump, the story of the twenty-six little flyers would be on the front page of the forum tomorrow. Twenty-six thousand viewers, though all of them are their own, are ashamed of themselves.

“Okay! Let's play this game with you and see what you guys are up to.” The presidents discussed it briefly and finally followed suit. They had no choice but to die on their own. Don't leave, be a little flyer. Even more annoying is what happens when you leave? Keep 26,000 people around here? The other party's bet, though questionable, can at least keep things moving, no matter what changes are better than the current impasse, at least let everyone have something to do.

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Come out and watch people fly! (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)