"Qiangzi, remember, the beautiful girl we saw in New York a few days ago, that waist, that ass, that leg, if you give it to me, you can play for at least a year. ”

Sitting on the edge of the small market in the southern part of Provence, Terk on a bench was eating breakfast in the game while lamenting to his teammates about the encounter the other day.

"Don't be stupid, Telke, that's the head of the fourth regiment of the first echelon of Iron Ambition, and she can squeak enough people to knock our brothers out of the sick. Li Qiang, who is Chinese, replied while tearing the chicken leg in his hand. As a black-haired Chinese, Li Qiang always looks at things very carefully, because if you are not careful about some things, you will be the one who will suffer when the time comes.

It's like two days ago, when a few of their brothers killed the priest of the Holy Northern Union outside the city, they were looking for someone to exchange fire in the middle distance to attract his attention, and then the thieves were killed with a single blow of crossbow arrows at close range, which was really soft with money.

"But it's really beautiful, Hadron, I want to chase him!" exclaimed Telke.

In this regard, Li Qiang shook his head - it's good for him to be small, but it's really a big problem to see that the girl can't move her legs, in his opinion, this guy will die one day because of the girl.

Or a standard tragic death.

After eating the last chicken leg, Li Qiang, who felt a little unsatisfied, looked at his friend: "Telke, let's go buy some more chicken legs, how about it." ”

"Okay, the food in this game tastes great, don't worry about the food completely, I'm going to have a dozen chicken legs!" Telke dropped the chicken leg bone in his hand and nodded.

"Someday, you're going to die in the real world because you're used to the big appetite in the game. Seeing the friend in front of him spitting out, Li Qiang turned his head and saw a cat cub holding a paper bag of chicken legs - this little guy has a chicken leg in his hand, just using the taste. Li Qiang can confirm that this bag is definitely the most famous fried pheasant chicken leg in Provence.

"Hey, the kitten over there...... Yes, I'm calling you!" beckoned to the kitten in a normal leather robe, "Yes, come here." ”

"What's the matter?" the little guy stood in front of the two of them, and at the same time his mouth did not stop, and the clean chicken leg was thrown into the trash can next to him.

Li Qiang took out five gold coins from his pocket, which was enough to buy this bag of chicken legs: "Just right." We brothers are too lazy to buy it, you trade us your bag of chicken legs, if I remember correctly, this money is enough to buy your chicken legs and the leftovers. ”

"You mean I still have to make money, meow?" the little guy looked like a natural fool, and the cat face with oil paint was full of surprise.

…… Damn, these kittens are really cute, but is it really okay if you don't know how to count like this...... Li Qiang hesitated again and again, and took out a gold coin from his pocket. For the sake of this kitten's cuteness, there is one more gold coin, at least this little guy can make their brothers run less: "That's right, you still have to earn, this gold coin is for you to run errands, pay money with one hand, hand over legs, what." ”

"Good meow!" the little guy threw the chicken leg bag into Telke's arms with one hand, and took the gold coin from Li Qiang's hand. Then he turned and ran away, judging by the direction he had left. Seems to want to go buy another bag.

"I said Hadron, these kitten people's children are so natural, how can they survive in this treacherous universe. ”

"Nonsense, of course the knife is faster than a person, and the barrel of the gun is thicker than a person. Li Qiang complained while taking out a chicken leg from the chicken leg bag in his friend's arms: "Don't think that children are easy to deceive, just beat their idea." We fight between the big guy and the alien little guy, and the big cat doesn't care, but if you can't think of it, I'm sure you'll be beaten out by the big cat in the game the next day. ”

"I'm not stupid. Besides, it doesn't matter if you adults use knives and guns, I beat a child, and my grandfather knew about it, he didn't pick my skin, and I have the same surname as you. Telk replied as he took one out of his chicken thigh pouch and took a bite into it.

"Hey, why is the inside of the chicken thighs wet. ”

After saying this, Telke's expression froze, and Li Qiang, who was biting the chicken leg, had a numb scalp - the chicken leg had passed his hands and feet! Hurriedly threw away the chicken leg, Li Qiang felt that his tongue was numb, and opened the battle record - "Dear player, you have been poisoned, you have been exposed to a lethal dose, and the toxin is being fatally identified." ’

Then Li Qiang's eyes darkened, and in the next second, the young man who was bounced out of the game sat up from the bed.

"That dead kitten is an assassin of the Holy Northern Union!"

It was only at this point that the victim suddenly found out...... It seems that he has never seen the face of the little guy clearly.

………………

Ten minutes later, Provence, the civilian area east of the city, Chu Renke.

"I'm really convinced, Hadron and Telk were killed by the Assassins of the Holy Northern Coalition, with poisoned food. As the leader of the assassin team under the Southern Solidarity Alliance, the middle-aged man, who was also enjoying the porridge of the Cylis in the game, sighed to the two subordinates in front of the table: "Their camp is evil, so there is no need to think about the resurrection of the temple in the city, we must help them find a wild way, and hope that their corpses can support us to help them find the resurrected NPC." ”

"Foodies like Hadron and Turk can die of poisoning, and they can be regarded as well-deserved. One of his subordinates, Western European Michael, laughed and slapped the table.

"Okay, Mike, now is not the time for us to gloat, why were Hadron and Telk killed, do we have a way. As another subordinate, Maxim is a non-standard Maozi, and the Chinese genes in him account for the majority, for him, it's just that his father is lucky and occupies the name of a father.

"The Northern Divine Union is killing and killing us, do you need any reason? Chu Renke shook his head: "It should be that Hadron and Telke have been in the limelight too much recently, they have killed at least four Telshan small things and a Celestial person, I think it should be the other party's thieves who found out about their murder, but this method of poisoning food, how could the little men think of it, they are foodies and they don't seem to have made trouble to the point that all Provence knows." Chu Renke frowned: "Could it be that someone among our people is betrayed?"

"I think that even the guys of the Northern Divine Union already know it to the skirmishers. Maxim said, leaning back on the table.

Chu Renke was silent for a moment, and found that what his subordinates said was indeed reasonable.

Just as he was thinking this, a dwarf pushed the door in: "Who ordered the chicken legs?" ”

Chu Rengong looked at his two subordinates, and Mike smiled a little embarrassedly: "I ordered it, because everyone said that this chicken leg is delicious, and I want to try it too." ”

"Okay, but I'll have to say it first, you'll have to eat one first, and then it's my turn. Maxim said that this matter could not be discussed: "Otherwise, there is no need to talk about it." ”

"That's what I thought, too. Out of responsibility for his own life, Chu Renke said. (To be continued......)