Wu Qi still had a little copper coin in his hand, so he simply rummaged through the mercenary's stall again, and picked out a whiteboard robe and boots.

In the early stage of the game, the robes and boots like the tabula rasa will only add some defense, and there is no bonus to attributes such as intelligence, so for the mage who relies on the strength of the law to play the output, it has little impact on whether there is a robe and other defensive equipment, which is also the reason why Wu Qi has been walking around with equipment that has no bonus for novices.

Therefore, the cost of the two pieces of equipment is only thirty copper coins, and all the copper coins of Wu Qi are almost spent, and the rest is just needed for the next day's supplies.

Wu Qi stood up satisfied, ready to leave.

"Wait a minute!" At this time, the mercenary who had been sitting in the corner with a cold face suddenly stopped Wu Qi.

When Wu Qi turned back in confusion, the middle-aged mercenary hesitated for a while, and then said: "I have a team, we are going to open up the third-level dungeon - Spider's Lair tomorrow, and there is still a powerful legal DPS, are you interested in participating?" ”

"Wasteland Level 3 dungeon?" Wu Qi frowned at the abrupt invitation. It's not that he doesn't want to participate, it's just that the average level of players is still at level 2, and the number of players who reach level 3 is no more than 20%, and the difficulty of level 3 dungeons is higher than that of level 3 monsters. Therefore, most of the teams that have the ability to open up third-level dungeons in this period are studios of considerable scale, so how can they lack professional players in the legal system.

As if he understood the confusion in Wu Qi's heart, the middle-aged mercenary was refreshed, and he pointed to the staff in Wu Qi's hand: "A lone player who has the ability to have a bronze level staff at this time will not be easy to match. ”

Wu Qi hesitated slightly, as for how that person knew that he was a lone player, it was very simple, not to mention whether a person with a team would have the skills of incineration and ice arrows, at least not so much that the third-level apprentice was still a novice equipment.

"Okay!" Wu Qi thought about it and agreed. Anyway, I'm going to find a place to upgrade tomorrow, and it's better to be able to brush the copy with the group, maybe I can mix some good equipment with it. He didn't have to worry too much about being coveted by middle-aged players, as the drop of equipment for a single death was usually only 5%, and for a 5% chance that a bronze staff would be easy to make enemies, a slightly sensible team would not make such a choice.

"Add a friend, I'm called an alcoholic."

Drunkard, when Wu Qi heard the name, he couldn't help but be stunned in his heart, and secretly sighed, he didn't expect the world to be so wonderful.

Yes, in the games he used to play, as well as in the social software in life, he usually set his ID to Jin and Song drunkards. In the ancient texts he had originally studied, there was a sentence praising Huang Gongwang - his chivalry was like a Yan Zhao swordsman, and his reach was like a Jin and Song Dynasty drunkard, although Wu Qi hated the obscure Chinese, but he loved the scholars and doctors with unique personalities and perverse personalities in history.

An open-minded and free life has always been Wu Qi's pursuit, so since then, he has set his screen name as a Jin and Song Dynasty drunkard. This time, for some reason, only the first two words were taken - "Jin Song", and when the character was established, he did not have malicious guesses, what would be the scene if he encountered a drunkard in the game.

It's just that, thinking about it, Wu Qi didn't take it to heart, and he also knew how likely it was to encounter such a situation in the game. However, it's only been three days into the game, and the guess when building the character is in front of me.

"Jin Song." Wu Qi didn't know if there was any banter in his tone when he spoke.

"Well, then I'll contact you tomorrow morning, and I'll see you then." The drunkard didn't seem to have heard that ancient sentence, or didn't care about it at all, so he naturally had no reason to know the thousands of turns in Wu Qi's mind just now. He replied very calmly, and immediately sat back in his original position, and continued to sell the things on the stall.

Wu Qi was bored, he scratched his head, returned to his villa, and after greeting the old housekeeper George, he chose to go offline.

Taking off his helmet, Wu Qi looked at the time, it was already eleven o'clock in the morning. Bright sunlight shines through the transparent doors and windows, and the quiet bedroom is brightened.

Wu Qi stood on the balcony, squinting at the scenery for a while, and the unexpected harvest in one day made him unable to hide the joy in his heart even if he quit the game.

But soon, the tiredness of not sleeping all night came to the brain, even though "Hope" officially claimed to have the effect of light sleep, but it had little effect, and Wu Qi had to make up for it to recover.

He picked up his mobile phone and sent a message to Lin Hao, who was in class, asking him to help bring a lunch, then climbed into bed and fell asleep with his head covered.

Drowsiness occupied his consciousness in a very short time, and after a while, Wu Qi fell asleep.

In the dream, the flowers bloom and fall, and the thunder breaks the dawn. Figures walked past him, faces familiar and unfamiliar flashing in front of him. The past is like the past, but he can't let go of it for a long time.

By the time he woke up again, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon. The silence in the bedroom was still there, and it was impossible to release the melancholy that had been left in his dreams. This time is the self-study time of the three of them.

"Everybody's working hard." Wu Qi sighed with emotion, his roommate's hard work is not a kind of pressure for him. In the thirties, when studies were still paramount, he abandoned the easiest path to success, leaving him or he chose a more difficult and thorny path.

He's going to work harder!

Shaking his head and dispelling the remaining sleepiness in his head, Wu Qi's reason overcame laziness and got up from the bed.

After hastily finishing the lunch in the insulated box, Wu Qi ran to the gym in the school. Although Wu Qi is a hardcore player, he stayed in the game for a day when he arose, but he also knew that the body was the capital of the revolution, so he never stopped exercising since he was a child.

This is evident in his small but muscular figure and contoured abs.

The weather in early winter was not too cold, and even in the thirties, the global greenhouse effect did not improve. The solar term has reached the light snow season, and Wu Qi is still equipped with a thin sweater and a coat.

The only thing that reminds people of the early winter season is that at about five o'clock in the afternoon, the sun has set heavily on the top of the mountain, and the sky has darkened.

After dinner, I returned to the dormitory, chatted casually with the three of them for a while, and drove a wave of cars with the attitude of a senior old driver, which made the three of them unable to keep up with nutrition. Wu Qi turned on the computer and boarded the official forum of "Hope", browsing the posts one by one to find useful information.