The news in the player rest area of ​​the League Cup venue appeared among the pile of news as expected. He sighed for a while, ignored the questions and condemnations mixed with it, turned around and logged in to the game, and then somewhere in the Taron Plains

In the woods, his figure gradually emerged.

"The first thing that needs to be solved is... the problem of livelihood." Looking at the large pile of debris that several people had knocked down in the past period and now hidden in the grass, Duan Qing sighed and looked at it for a while, and then

He stopped his gaze behind a nearby tree and said, "I thought you had left."

"I was listening outside...you guys ran into some trouble." A man wearing black leather armor took a girl's hand and appeared on the other side of Duan Qing's sight: "So we turned back again."

"Are you sure someone didn't tell you this?"

"...Your sense of smell is still as sharp as ever." Spartak, who touched his head, chuckled: "Well, it was a person named Colorful Emmanuel who secretly whispered to me offline... His sister encountered some trouble, so

Let me take care of it."

"It looks like it's you?"

"Yes."

With a deep sigh, Duan Qing picked up the large package on the ground, and then moved in front of the other party with heavy steps: "Those unlucky people are us."
Chapter completed!