"Let's get married!"

Although he felt a little guilty about leaving the baby with the wine mania, he finally got his soul free, so he proposed to the disciple of the Dragon Palace, who had always had a good impression of the demon.

Perfect Dance was silent for a moment, shook his head and said, "I want to have a child, but you and I don't have the ability to raise a child, so let's be friends." ”

Hearing this, the love affair with the wine maniac who was originally full of hope fell to a low point, and when he was angry, he went to the Three Realms to inquire about the forum opened by the NPC and wrote a post "The Poor Are Not Happy".

"Because she can't afford to raise children, she rejected my marriage proposal, sad! You can fall in love as long as you are romantic and affectionate. If you want to get married, there is no material foundation, but no matter how deep your feelings are, they will be dispersed. The poor are not happy...... (More than 1,000 words omitted here)"

Although the words of this post are a little extreme, it is not unreasonable, and the writing of the wine maniac song is good, and the narrative is discussed, the narrative is sad, and the words are sharp when the discussion is discussed, which is both regrettable and indignant.

As soon as "The Poor Are Not Happy" came out, it immediately attracted a group of idle and bored players to watch, some supported and sympathized, some opposed to contempt, and of course, some were neutral and did not express their opinions.

"The landlord's day mourns, such a material woman is not worthy of your pity."

"What online games do you play if you don't have money? Let's go back to playing single-player. ”

"Who said you can't play online games if you don't have money, without us poor people, how can you rich second generation pretend to be B to show off?"

"I was just passing by to get soy sauce."

……

Because this post was hyped by players with good deeds, the perfect dance steps of the heroine were found under the human flesh search...... also triggered a field PK, the support and opposition each pulled a team of people to the Jiangnan field to fight in the wild, killing the sky is dark, the sun and the moon are not shining, and finally the perfect dance steps sell the number and leave the game, these are all unexpected for the wine madness.

"Has the plot of Konishi passed?"

One night, the wine maniac was idle, inquiring about the post in the bag, a friend who had known him for a long time, but usually didn't have much contact, and was full of noble, elegant, and holy dancing Tianji, Putuo's disciple "I'm not an angel" sent a message to ask.

"No, you helped me."

"Hmm."

"Then I'll pick up the plot now, and so on."

"Hmm."

I just said it casually, I didn't expect the other party to agree, but I know that the wine madness song is not long now, and now the map of Xiaoxi has only come out, and the killing plot is 10 tens of thousands, and a total of four kills, he is not willing to spend money to hire someone to kill, so he has been dragging it out, and now he has friends who are willing to be free laborers, of course he can't ask for it.

I'm not an angel who pulled her brother - the swordsman of Datang, a very handsome swordsman who doesn't like to talk, and her husband is also a disciple of Datang Eros Xingkong to help the wine chant the plot, because their family level is 129, and their skills and cultivation have also kept up, and they have easily finished the plot of Xiaoxi, and they didn't even use one of the high-quality third-level medicines necessary for the plot.

This can make the drunkard Singer bad, these friends have unconsciously surpassed themselves so much, I remember that when I first met, I was the most advanced.

"I'm going to work hard." After the plot of Konishi, he pressed the wine maniac to upgrade, and used up the more than 100 million experience he had been accumulating at once, and he also upgraded from level 109 to level 120.

Originally, because of the low mood and the classmates who used to play with him left the game because of graduation, and there was no intention to continue playing the wine madness, and when I was about to leave, I was not an angel A casual but timely greeting of concern made him feel the warmth of friendship, and stayed.

From this moment on, the drunken song in my mind regarded me as the most respected and reliable friend who was not an angel.