After ignoring the slightest mistake in the speech, Li Sanmo sighed and said the past with a lot of emotion in his voice.

"At that time, Uncle Fu was hospitalized when he was sick. Somehow he was confused and handed over the studio's finances to that woman." He smiled and sighed helplessly, "On the end, she swept away all the assets of the studio and caused nearly 10 million yuan in debt."

Wu Meili took a lid on her short hair in her ears and said with a wry smile: "When he went online the next day, he was stunned for a long time, without saying a word. Then, he went to the auction house to sell all the equipment, pets, and sold all the things he could sell on him."

"No one of us dared to speak at that time, and we were all frightened by his eyes. He paid off the debt that day. He was not a boss who liked to owe favors. Then he just stood there and looked at us. We thought he was just going offline, but he heard the system prompt... to delete the account."

"He contacted Uncle Fu once," a Shield Zhan shook his head and smiled bitterly. The scenes from two years ago were still clear. "He built the studio with one hand, and those assets were gone. But he suddenly took out a sum of money to add all the deficits, saying that it was compensation for the brothers."

"Uncle Fu said that it should be all he earned in the game, as well as the prize money for the competition." Li Sanmo paused and his brows frowned slightly.

The soldier on the side punched the tree trunk, and some green leaves fell down, "I'm just making up for it! I've followed him for four years, four years! I've used money to compensate? I don't treat us as brothers at all! I don't care about his compensation?"

Qiuyue frowned, and seemed a little dissatisfied with the big man's scolding.

"What are you complaining about? If you don't want to get back here, just get back!" Wu Mei glared at the warrior, who turned her head away without saying anything, but there were a few tears in her eyes and the sand went into the sand.

These are recorded in her information, but when she heard others talk about them, she felt even more sour. At that time, he was just a young man in his early twenties. How much did he bear from success to the lowest point in his life?

"This beauty of wind and rain," Li Sanmo turned to Xuanxuan, "You said, why are we so devoted to it?" "That, I seem to understand a little." "Actually," Li Sanmo looked around at the dozen figures in the shadow, "Not why."

The beasts are bony and the bone spurs are ferocious, but there is less beast roar, which makes this gloomy space less slaughter.

The big sword swordsman relied on the combat power of a dad, danced with a group of monsters, fighting against the sea of ​​fire with fire. The giant shield battle protected the three people in the back row, and the speed of cleaning up the second level of monsters was amazing.

Without statistics, Wang Xiaofeng, a team with an auxiliary profession, is definitely the first in the team to face the second level BOSS.

"Is it another embroidered pillow?" Jian Qijue's words were a little dissatisfied. Wang Xiaofeng smiled and shook his head, "Wait a minute, if you can say this, then I will be convinced of you." "Just just one sentence, what's the difficulty?" "Kill, fight quickly."

Like the boss in the first level, the bone tiger in the second level looks good, but he has been banned with four skills and is indeed a paper tiger.

The team channel is gradually becoming active, and it is just a way to play the book. There are many places to experience the fun. The four teams of Fengyu and Bloody Battle have officially started competing to compete, competing who can pass the normal difficulty first.

Wang Xiaofeng's team was not qualified to participate because there was a few output points in his team. Jian Qijue was dissatisfied, but considering that he didn't know a few in the team, he still decided to keep silent and prepared to pass the speed and let the elites of the two ranks take a look.

The average difficulty has been passed, so it is not a wasteland, and the output is really poor. The small boss in the second level only gave a warrior helmet with a proper attribute, and was thrown to the girl Shangxiang with the spirit of Kong Rong's rally.

The way the monsters in the third level appear is somewhat similar to the second level, but this time they are no longer bone beasts, but white shadows flying all over the sky, and the grudge of the ancient race. The gatekeeper BOSS is the residual soul of an ancient dwarf warrior. Three skills have been sealed, and it is difficult to have a fierce battle situation.

But after killing the boss of the third level, the dungeon monster suddenly appeared after approaching the altar surprised the people, and the floating eyes made the whole scene look quite gloomy.

It is like a smaller version of the "Eye of the Storm" floating in the center of the altar, but it is also the size of a basketball, with roots that are like blood vessels waving like swimming jellyfish.

Storm Eye Clan (Ancient Life in Weak State)

Level: 33

Physical Attack: 0-1

Magic Attack: 282-306

Physical Defense: 100

Magic Defense: 300

Health: 3900/3900

Skill: [Mental Adsorption] [Demonic Yuan Confinement] [Soul Manipulation (Unable)]

Description: The sealed Eye of the Storm split out countless clones with the help of the power of the resentful spirit. They have considerable power, but the power of wind control is consumed by the sealed power.

The big eyeball on the altar was not moving at all, and still looked up at the sky. When it was close, it could see clearly. There were also dense "beard stems" below it, which were rooted on the altar and were "stuck" by a holy light.

"This should be the last level, please clear it." Although there was nothing to explain, Wang Xiaofeng still said something routinely.

Several people stepped onto the altar, and dozens of eyeballs rushed over at the same time, and then retreated from the altar. The eyeballs still followed without giving up, but wanted to beat the crowds.

The sword dance rose again, and the sea of ​​fire was scorching; Wang Xiaofeng joined in the fun and shone a holy light, and the amount of overflowing healing was terrible.

At the door of the dungeon, sixteen players stood in a row, with men and women mixed with different professions and different outfits, but standing there was like a dozen mountains that made people look up to.

A mixed aura intimidated the surrounding open space, and the unrestrained cooperation of the position was surprising. Many players did not forget to see the two beauties standing beside each other.

Where did these dozen players suddenly appear? They just feel from the momentum that they are definitely not ordinary masters.

After obtaining their consent, Xuanxuan turned on the video and was worried that she would not be able to shoot enough angles, so she handed over to Qiuyue how to take the video.

They were waiting, waiting for the moment when one person came out, waiting for the moment when the king came back to everyone.

Can the myth that has been admired so far be shining again in the Mountain of Gods for two years?

The poison thief who has not appeared in two years and is still ranked among the top five in the Chinese professional celebrity list, the name of all poison thief players as the master; the uncrowned king who created a legend in four years and smashed it in a few days.

Will you return tonight?

Wang Xiaofeng still didn't know what was happening outside the dungeon. The few of them were being frantically driven by the black ray of the big eyeball. As long as they were touched by the black light, they would directly reduce their blood by half by percentage, and they would die immediately.

Fortunately, the eyesight and movements of several people did not have much deviation, and with a powerful daddy of a comrade, even if he made a slight mistake in movements, it would not cause any time to die.

The eyeball was confined to the altar, but the black pupils could rotate in all directions without dead corners. The attack method was very single. In addition to the mental impact of the injury, it was a dead light ray that appeared according to the percentage of blood.

Every time there is radiation, a red light flashes in the pupils, which is the only sign.

Since it is a percentage of blood and a giant girl with a blood volume of more than 3,000, it is better to let Jian Qijue approach it. Shang Xiang is rarely relaxed, standing leisurely next to the crazy person, asking questions about this unpopular profession, looking like a curious baby.

Although middle-aged men are serious, they answer questions and answer questions. Since they are the boss's friends, they are their friends.

With a blood volume of 15,000, this "Eye of Storm" should be an appetizer given by the system, and several people easily took it. However, when the blood volume was 10%, the ray was constantly released, causing the sword Qi Jue who was swept twice to die.

When the eyeball exploded into a handful of dust, the gloomy sky burst into sunlight, and the altar was illuminated with golden light.

There was a faint fragrance of flowers in the air, and the roots spread on the ground were mixed with a few wild grasses, and there was a small white flower among the grass.
Chapter completed!