But, this makes my comrades who have no breasts-

"I said, "What are you doing in nanny?" I'm going to die!"

"Just do it, I don't want C, A, I'll give me a mouthful, I'll have a red medicine CD!!"

"I'm dead, I hate you on the top of Mount Tai!"

"Damn it, I'm not just a wandering doctor!"

"But you said you want to breastfeed me for the rest of my life!"

“…”

"How many weird things are there? I'm going to be able to withstand this group move after another!"

"Don't always use groups. If you choose a monster, change to a single attack."

"Konma Buqun always has other monsters hit me, and the blood cannot hold it back!"

"Fortunately, the system cannot attack teammates by default, otherwise our map-like bombardment would have to be everywhere."

"It's not much better now, brother!"

Chaos is always a taboo in the development of land. Why are you afraid of OT when fighting the boss? It is because when the monsters no longer attack T, you can no longer control the rules and rhythm. It is good to die one or two people, but if you are not careful, you will be killed. The same thing will happen when clearing monsters, clearing monsters one by one, which is slow, but safe. Of course, a team with good skills can pull a few more monsters at a time, which is highly efficient, but that is in a familiar copy. If it is a clearing of land that does not know anything about the copy this time, and pursues efficiency regardless of the consequences, it is a typical brain water.

The United Team had no brains to get into the water, but it couldn't help but the cruel game designer was holding a water-piping gun and pouring it into it.

No one knows when a melee ends, because the map is still pitch black, you can only judge by your blood bars not falling down. The monster should be cleaned.

But the prerequisite for making this kind of judgment is that you still have blood in your blood bar, but unfortunately, most of your comrades have lost this prerequisite.

"The team was not forced to send out the dungeon, and there should be someone alive. Please report the survivors." Yi Zui Fang Xiu felt a little sad because as the leader, he did not persist until the end. He died in the middle and late stages of the melee. In fact, he had died twice before that, but he was resurrected by an unknown comrade in the golf medical practitioner. Unfortunately, he refused to repeat the incident again and again. When he failed the third time, no one paid attention to him.

Hu Yifei's 12138 sound has only two states, such as chicken blood, or laziness. The former is mostly used when asking for gossip, which makes the person involved feel that he is being fired by a machine gun, and the latter is mostly used when oppressing the members of the group, which makes you want to lie down and say "Queen, please step on it!"

But now, she is very lazy. The simple four Chinese characters and five numbers seem to contain the profound atmosphere of "It is better to raise a dog than raising a man": "Hu Yifei 12138~1."

"Can you do it? It's another girl!" The wailing was filled with despair of the end of the world.

Sprinkling salt on the wound is the favorite thing for the leader of the group to die in love: "It's really not possible~ It's better to bring more babies with more than twenty men~~"

The comrades who had lost their souls had a tone, and they floated faintly, but now they were scattered and completely dead.

After waiting for a long time, the person who had not waited to report the number again, Yi Zui was puzzled and said, "Only 12138? No more?"

After a long time, a man who could hear and feel badly appeared: "Here is a crazy person..."

Xiao Bailong: "How to report it?"

Zeng Xiaoxian: "I don't want to admit that I'm the second one, hahaha!"

Jiang Yang let go of the mouse, left the keyboard, lit a cigarette, took a sip, raised his head slightly, and spit out a few faint smoke rings... You bad guys are all going to die TAT

After the crazy second, no one really counted it.

Now the whole team has reached the bottom. The survivor is an alchemist and a killer, and he cannot revive his teammates. Of course, the two can also leave their comrades and continue to move forward together, but according to the BT level of this book... I hope to go all the way [Candle]

Marilyn Mengping: "I said, we are... destroyed again?"

"You still need to ask such a question now?" Big H sighed, "You are really a turmoil."

When people are flinching, their thinking is always extremely clear, such as Xiao Bailong: "Who said this just now is no wonder? Can you say this nonsense?"

In fact, you can talk nonsense, except for one person-

"I'm sorry, I just want to ease the awkward atmosphere..." Your uncle was extremely aggrieved. From the next book, he zipped his mouth up, afraid of making mistakes, but he didn't know that he would have to be in his life and could not avoid TAT.

The leader of the ghost uniform took a deep breath. One sheep was driven, and two sheep were released. They were all members of the group and they all had to protect them under his warm wings...

"Uncle, don't blame yourself. The real warrior dares to face the bleak life. This is the tempering of the God of the Copy for us. It just happened to choose you to be the executor. Touch. Cough, let me introduce this person below, Lucky Little Fushou, Original ID, your uncle, has a sharp consciousness and excellent operation... Well, proficient, is a treasure that my group absorbs on the Jinghua Shuiyue server. He is good at winning surprises and conquering people with virtue. He often does not move and is willing to swim. He kills enemies without bloodshed. Although he is occasionally injured by accident, he is still the backbone of our group! Please give me some advice above."

The meteor is so shameless that he can praise him.

The blood and tears history on the cross-server PK is as clear and profound as yesterday. They thought that time had passed and the ghost server should be no longer a pit. But they knew that these goods were digging deeper and deeper, and now they have become a well, with countless Sadako sticking on the well wall!

The old people who joined forces with the ghost uniforms to pass the sky garden in Wuyue Pavilion were silent and silent, and they resonated with the meteors at the soul level.

Only innocent new friends are left, because they don’t understand, so they still have a glimmer of hope—

"A student master! A herbal maniac! A crow's mouth! Are you a strange association!"

"Please remove it," Yi Zui worked hard to help solve the problem, "and there was also a PK maniac who was wanted by the entire server and a vulgar team leader who had no limits."

Fang Zheng: "That..."

Yi Zui: "Why, what I summarized is wrong?"

Fang Zheng: "No, it's just not comprehensive enough..."

As I was talking, the alley suddenly lit up!

The comrades who were used to the black screen in front of the computer narrowed their eyes and took several seconds before they could get used to it again.

"Damn, this one is so bright, it seems that it's useless!"

A fire suddenly appeared on the head of the crazy son. The light and shadow released by the skill were clearly annihilated in the dark setting. No light could be seen, but the fire was jumping clearly and powerfully above the head of the crazy man, lit the alleyway, the world, and the eyes of his comrades!

The pair of eyes first reflected the fire, and slowly, the fire turned into countless swaying $$$$$$...

[The flames of Mount Canas]

Mall headdress

Equipment price: 280RMB.

Equipment effect: good looking.

Yes, my summary is not comprehensive, and there is also a rich man with deep hidden deep tyrants.
Chapter completed!