Eighteenth Floor [2]

502 was spitting out a good groove here, and it was very lively, but at the same time, Chu Jin's side was extremely silent, and the entire spacious office was only the continuous tapping sound of his long fingers swirling quickly on the keyboard. 『』

The eighteenth layer of hell, commonly known as the death place of the full-level god. This can be either a solo or a party dungeon. Because of the incomparably powerful total of eighteen mutant bosses, there are very few people who play single copies, and of course, this ten few, including the first god, came out.

What's going on now? The current situation is that when a group of full-level players team up to smash the keyboard and farm monsters, only hating that their parents are not octopuses, and they have no genetic mutations and a few more arms and fingers, the god of the world is disgusted that it is not difficult enough to challenge the boss......

As soon as the scene of the picture appeared on the computer screen, he skillfully moved his left hand over the entire keyboard, holding the mouse in his right hand, and his left hand was so fast that he could barely see the trajectory, occasionally sliding on the keyboard with both hands together, releasing one silver-gray or colorless combo after another.

An Zhishi opened the Divine Domain very obediently, and he was very nervous in the seconds after entering the map, lest the boss pull himself into the rock with his tail, and he couldn't pick it out, and it would be troublesome to enter the Hades Palace, just like last time......

The existence of the Divine Domain made her feel a slight sense of security, and she was just about to observe the scene of the picture, but she was attracted by the tall figure standing in front of her.

He had his back to her, tall, with broad shoulders and back, his long black hair was stiffened by the strong wind brought by the attack, and his silver-gray robe bulged and blown hunting, but his body was motionless, calmly unleashing top-level serial magic, including self-created skills that she had never seen before.

Even though the poor boss has more than 100 cans of blood, he was defeated by the humans in front of him who were dozens of times smaller than it, and he didn't even have time to release his skills, he roared in pain and fell backwards, shaking the ground, and a few Chinese characters appeared on the screen: I can finally sleep...... An Zhishi was speechless and found that the fallen boss's nose and mouth floated out of the zz...... zz…… zz……

"Good, so strong......" An Zhishi looked at the boss who was knocked down and slept in less than a minute, and mourned silently. As a boss, you have to be a little boss conscious.,The boss who only thinks about sleeping.,Where is your festival...... I guess you didn't have time to pick it up before you encountered a combo of cards that were more BT than you...... Ah, Amen.

"Nonsense, you little warrior who is not even one hundred and twenty levels, what are you doing on the eighteenth floor?" Bai Anran thought she was saying that the boss was very strong, squinted her eyes, as if she had thought of something, and clapped her hands, "Hmm...... Big baby, you're falling. En? I was just distracted for a moment, and I was sent flying......"

"Falling/falling......?" An Zhishi was surprised, this guy's insight is so strong? Do you know about her sparring partner? In other words, she just works normally, it's a sparring partner, not a third escort, so she won't be reduced to using this adjective...... Bar...... Bar......

"As soon as the little sufferers went to sleep, you went to peep, did you see any bright spots......" Bai Anran stared at the screen, and gradually tapped the keyboard with a little difficulty.

"It's a little beast !!" An Zhishi retorted in annoyance.

"Huh? How do you know I'm talking about small sufferings and not small beasts? The pronunciation is the same. Bai Anran asked calmly.

"......" An Zhishi didn't reply, because I know you too well...... 502 Are there still people who don't rot?

Over there, the advent spoke: keep up.

Chu Jin was still very arrogant and thought that An Zhishi was shocked by his chic skills, and smiled very coldly.