Rubbing! The steel arrow was accurately inserted at Wang Xiaofeng's feet, and the white tail feathers trembled slightly. The archer's face was exhausted, but the accuracy of his archery skills was still not bad.

"Bold!" Several loud shouts came from behind, and the knights took a step forward together. Wang Xiaofeng raised his hand gently. The knights remembered the orders of the "instructor" and retreated back to their original position in unison. The movements were so neat that they had rehearsed countless times in advance.

The last days of Gongzhe pulled the bow and opened the monster without looking back, and ignored a certain comrade's arrival.

Wang Xiaofeng walked over calmly. For some reason, he could see the shadow of Ye Lan in this young man; it was just that Ye Lan was a kind of coldness and hard work for people, rather than the indifference expressed by the apocalypse of Gongzhe in the end.

"Meet again," someone's ability to chat with a man was obviously not good at home. "Don't you want to talk?"

"No matter how you talk," Gongzhe of the end of the world finally gave up his eyes to Wang Xiaofeng. The magic lamp at his feet was filled with orange light, illuminating Wang Xiaofeng's smiling expression. Judging from the complex and exquisite magic patterns on it, it is much more luxurious than Wang Xiaofeng's one, and it is very intuitive to tell others that this is a rich child.

"I will definitely defeat you!"

Wang Xiaofeng nodded happily and turned around again. Thirty Holy Light Knights cast some angry eyes at the end of the world. If it weren't for Wang Xiaofeng's order, they would have definitely killed each person and punished him with a holy light to completely purify this person from the world of apocalypse.

These knights had an almost paranoid worship of light, and they usually punished and purified those who blasphemed the light without thinking. The Holy See was relatively perfect for the believers who had been cultivated since childhood.

"Waiting for your challenge, young man!"

After touching the chin of a few stubble, Wang Xiaofeng felt a sense of being middle-aged, cough, and mental age.

He casually found a few turtles to push up the trace of experience value. Wang Xiaofeng picked up a black iron shield with good attributes and a shield equipped with a turtle shell that he had fallen out.

The number of the eighteenth level suddenly made him find the 18-year-old youth, standing on the beach and watching the rising moon, he was in a daze...

There is no obvious difference between being cold and hard on the face and being soft on the face, and it cannot be used as an absolute definition of character. Even if the tiger poison does not eat any vegetables, even if the heart is cold and hard, there will always be a corner in the heart that cares for someone to take care of a piece of softness.

bite!

System prompt: Players refuse friends’ application.

In a high-end hall in the system hotel, the graceful figure leaning alone on the west window exudes a hazy dream in the dim light, which makes the players present have distracting thoughts.

"Sister," she has always broken the silence in the room. "The post has been deleted, and no one has discussed it on the forum now." "Who posted the post?" "It's...A Zheng."

Qu Zhihongyan's eyes floated to the elf sitting in the corner, the young mage who once took the lead in attacking Wang Xiaofeng, wanted to say something, but her red lips slightly opened but only sighed.

"This matter has passed like this," he looked around at the top leaders of the guilds present. "Don't mention it again in the future. Wherever there is a place that passes with the wind, we will retreat."

"Why!" The elf mage named A Zheng suddenly stood up, his handsome face turned red, "Why is he a nanny? Sister, what are you afraid of, what are you afraid of? Just that guild invested by the consortium? They have no strength!"

"Ah Zheng," Qu Ruoyunyu glared at the mage, with a little anxiety in her eyebrows, "Say less!"

"I said what's wrong!" Everyone was angry and stubborn, and this ten-year-old elf mage also lost the elegance that an elf should have. "Sister, you are not like this. We Fenglei have been calling us all the way! Who have we been afraid of? What are people outside now saying? We Fenglei is afraid of a broken nurse and a young white-faced person who is kept by others!"

"Shut up!"

The sound in the room came to an abrupt end, and even the breathing was weak and inaudible.

I have never seen a female president who remains calm and mysterious, and I have never seen her pointing at her hardcore confidant without regard for her demeanor.

"Get out!"

The elf mage's hands trembled, and his nose twitched, and he looked sobbing. He let out a gentle breath. He finally held back the man's tears, opened the door and turned around.

"Everyone is out, I want to be quiet." "Sister?" "You go out too." "You are fine..." "Go out!"

The moment the door closed, she collapsed weakly in the corner of the window ridge. It was not good to have no one to talk to, so she could only hold her shoulders and bit her arms lightly...

Outside the window, a noise came from the street, and a group of spearmen opened the way, and the light of torches covered the dimness on both sides of the street. The young priests, whose faces were not handsome, exuded a different charm in the light of fire. The players and NPCs around stopped to watch, as if welcoming the arrival of high-ranking officials and princes.

The scenery on the street is the desolation on the floor; but once upon a time, she was so energetic when she was pointing out the country, but the one on the street was drunk and dreaming in the dark corner of the bar.

He had nostalgia in his heart, and she had guilt in her heart, but who could stop the past? He only sighed and said, "If it were just like the first meeting..."

Wang Xiaofeng headed straight to the center of the city surrounded by a group of Holy Light Knights. A general who received the news specifically to receive Wang Xiaofeng wanted to come up and say a few greetings, but he could hardly even keep up with the footsteps of a certain priest.

Wang Xiaofeng was not in a hurry. The ice method was approaching step by step, and he had already waved his staff to push it under his butt. When he was so angry, he was caught to do a "three-no" task. If he didn't hurry up, it would definitely be a tragedy full of sorrow. How could a dad feel for it?

"Sir, where are you going?" The general is worthy of being a corps, and finally jumped forward a few steps in front of Wang Xiaofeng. Wang Xiaofeng originally wanted to go to the city lord's mansion, but when he thought of the high-powered NPCs who love to tell stories, he changed his words and said, "Where did the gold stolen when I went to the crime scene?"

"In Old Jace's workshop." "Take me there!" "But sir, the city lord is in the city lord's mansion..." "Take me to the workshop! I don't want to repeat it again."

A trace of anger flashed through the general's eyes, but he suppressed it; in a deep voice, he led the group to the west side of the city.

There was a smile on Wang Xiaofeng's lips, and he naturally understood why the anger in the general's eyes. If he had time, he would also want to have a good relationship with these NPCs of Jinming and Yinming, but he had no choice but to level...

What does he do with a dad care so much about the level list? Wang Xiaofeng couldn't help but think, constantly telling himself to let go of his obsession, but helplessly attribute it to a man's ambition and paranoia about "the best in the world".

If you don’t have ambition, how can you have the motivation to move towards the altar that is admirable step by step? ‘Ambition’ may be too harsh, but if you change it to ‘dream’, it is somewhat inconsistent.

Wang Xiaofeng's whereabouts were quickly exposed to the forum. Players who were idle all speculated whether the First God Mu was coming to find trouble for Feng Lei again and carried forward the classical style of a gentleman who did not speak.

But soon, Wang Xiaofeng's figure entered the Xicheng area guarded by NPCs, and no player could keep up with the pace of a dad.

Lao Jies' workshop is a local jewelry workshop in Jiyu City. It usually produces the processing and sale of jewelry, goldware, and high-purity magic crystals. It is also a gold signboard and a time-honored workshop with a good reputation in the local area.

This afternoon, he received a task from the City Lord's Mansion to cut a batch of gold into gold bars overnight so as to return it to Jiyu City for merchants and fishermen who were robbed by pirates. Old Jace agreed happily and promised that he could process it for free, but he did not expect to bring disaster to the entire workshop.

The general briefly explained behind him. Although Wang Xiaofeng seemed to have never heard of it, the general was still meticulous.

In the evening, the Bingwei, who came to supervise the city lord's mansion, pushed open the closed door and found the tragic death of the workers and the old Jace family in the workshop. The residents around them all said it was the vengeance of the pirates, and the pirate's treasure was put on a bloody spell. For a moment, people were uneasy and rumors spread.

In his decisive career, Wang Xiaofeng showed his style as a death of a generation of magical detectives. While checking the dead bodies covered with white cloth, he asked the knights behind him to separate most of them into the workshop and search for "clues".

The deceased were all ordinary people, because Wang Xiaofeng could see the gray names on their heads, either the workers' workshop or the old Jace's family. The cause of death was that he was cut off by a sharp weapon. He really wanted the devil to do it in the cave of the city lord's mansion. It was obvious that there was no concept of protecting the crime scene on the Dawn Continent, and Wang Xiaofeng had no idea except to look at the dead body.

"I would have brought the uncle to solve the case if I had known it," Wang Xiaofeng curled his lips and said to the general behind him, "Call the soldiers who found these corpses."

"Sir! It's me!" A small team leader with a silver-gray name took a step forward and stood up. Wang Xiaofeng looked at it with the light of the torch. He was not an outsider. "Ti Mo?" "Yes!" Timo's eyes were covered with blood and guilt, "Sir, we are useless. The gold was not returned to the people in the city..."

"Believe me," Wang Xiaofeng's mouth had a calm smile, "Yes." He touched his chin and pondered: "Describe the scene where you discovered these corpses and gold stolen at that time. The more detailed the better."

"Yes! At that time, I received an order from the city lord to supervise the processing progress of this batch of gold..."

Soon, a group of knights rushed out of the workshop gate and reported the inspection to Wang Xiaofeng. "Sir, I didn't find any authenticity or dark room."

"Timus, when we came back from sea, where was the gold placed." "Because these golds belonged to the Lord, the Lord of the City ordered the placement in the Church of Holy Light."

"Church?" Wang Xiaofeng raised his eyebrows, "Who is responsible for escorting gold from the Church of Holy Light to here?" "Sir, I don't know."

Wang Xiaofeng turned his head and looked at the general. The general responded in a deep voice: "It is a team of knights guarding the church, and the Priest Sean is responsible for supervising it."

"Prince?" Wang Xiaofeng couldn't help but feel happy, remembering the priest who received him yesterday, and immediately understood in his heart. With a wave of his hand, thirty bright knights moved one after another. Wang Xiaofeng said to the famous general of the golden: "Lead the way."

"I don't know where I'm going?" "Mercenary Union." "Where are you going to do what you want to do?"
Chapter completed!