Xiaofeng came to Fuyao's room again, still smoking a cigar.

This time, Fuyao was not painting, but sitting at his desk, quietly looking at Xiaofeng.

He seemed to have expected Xiaofeng to come.

"They're back."

"Good thing." Fu Yao said with a smile, without any other emotions, neither happy that Yu Zhao and the four of them had successfully returned from the live broadcast, nor did he have the slightest regret or surprise, as if this matter had nothing to do with him.

"Why?"

"Because you won't do it."

"Aren't you afraid I'll do it now?"

"We all know that you hate me now, but you are more afraid that Changfeng will collapse like this." Fuyao kept a warm smile, "The guild war hasn't started, and I can't die." ”

Xiao Feng was silent for a few seconds, and the shadow under his feet stretched out several arms, forming a stool with a strange style, and he sat on this stool, puffing on his cigarette, "It's too late to turn back." ”

With a passion and an unrealistic dream like a soap bubble, he and Fuyao made Changfeng into its current scale little by little.

During this period, he and Fuyao supported each other, and they didn't know how many times they put their lives on the gambling table for each other.

If possible, Xiaofeng didn't want this friend in front of him to die like this.

At the very least, he should die in their dreams, in the struggle for that little bit of pitiful and ridiculous dignity, and not the other way around.

"It's too late." Fuyao shook his head regretfully, "You should know that I like to leave a way back for myself......"

Speaking of this, he paused and showed a helpless smile, "The back road is about to be repaired...... But, at this time, I realized that there was no way in front of me. ”

It's not that there is no way, but the road in front of him stands Xiaofeng and the Changfeng Guild, and he can't get around it, and he doesn't want to get around.

If there is no way forward, the back road can only become the front road.

"Before your mind is clear, hurry up and kill yourself." He said lightly, as if it was not his own life or death that was decided.

Xiaofeng opened his mouth, didn't make a sound, and took a deep puff on his cigar.

Both of them are very familiar with each other, and there are some things that they don't need to say much, and the other can understand them.

In other words, once the words are put on the bright side, it means that there is no turning back from the bow.

"If you want to die, die clean." Xiaofeng said.

"A must." Fuyao nodded approvingly, "I promise to die beautifully, and there will be absolutely no accidents." ”

Xiaofeng took the last puff of his cigar, flicked his fingers into the shadows at his feet, and got up to leave.

Saying that seven points are left for three points, this time, he has already said ten points.

It is useless to say more.

And at this time, Yu Zhao's room.

Previously, Yu Zhaocai drew his scapegoat reward, but then communicating with Xiaofeng and holding a meeting with him made it too late for him to draw the S-class reward, so he returned to the room and continued his lottery.

Regarding the lottery, Yu Zhao's attitude was much more relaxed, and he was not in a hurry at all, it seemed that every time he drew a reward at the light curtain, the "shit luck" talent would always take effect.

And just as he expected, a familiar feeling came.

Yu Zhao was slightly looking forward to it, not knowing what reward the shit luck talent would draw for him.

"Weapon enhancement, please specify the enhancement object, and attach two random modifiers."

Yu Zhao's eyes lit up.

After three live broadcasts, the little pistol has changed from a novice artifact at the beginning to the current chicken ribs, and Yu Zhao obviously felt that the little pistol was powerless.

At present, his conventional combat power is too watery, no matter what, to improve his conventional combat power, it is best to cooperate with his talents and skills to create more complex conditions, and the funds for the "shit luck" talent must be sufficient.

This opportunity to strengthen the weapon perfectly solved Yu Zhao's problem.

Without hesitation, he pulled out his pistol and placed it on the light curtain that appeared in front of him, and then confirmed.

The pistol slowly sank, and the light curtain that appeared out of thin air devoured the pistol bit by bit as if it were alive, and then a gray-white light appeared on the surface of the light curtain.

Yu Zhao frowned, the color looked very familiar, and after thinking about it for a while, he suddenly realized, isn't this the main color of this live broadcast.

An inexplicable feeling resurfaced, and an indescribable force in the darkness flicked carelessly.

The light curtain that devoured the pistol seemed to have found its target, and the image appeared.

Yu Zhao looked at it, his whole body shook violently, and he remembered that place vividly, it was the top of the castle.

He saw Joe reincarnated as a statue, and he saw corpses disappearing all over the ground.

What does that mean?

Yu Zhao's brain was running frantically, trying to remember every detail on the screen, could this live broadcast be reset, or was it ......?

At this moment, as if gathering enough information, the light curtain gradually dimmed, and the image gradually faded, and finally, a bronze pistol slowly rose from the light curtain.

After a long time, Yu Zhao finally digested the picture presented on the light curtain, settled down, and picked up the pistol from the light curtain.

"Ruling, pistol. Ammunition unlimited.

1. Judgment, select a target, and the next attack will be a critical hit. Cooldown: Twenty-four hours, during which 'Salvation' is unusable.

2. Redemption, select a target, and temporarily generate metal armor to protect the target. Cooldown: Twenty-four hours, during which 'Trial' is unusable. ”

The bronze color always reminded Yu Zhao of the desperate bronze armor on Qiao's body, and it seemed that this color also inherited the weight of the armor, and the "ruling" was much heavier than the original pistol in terms of feel, and it was slightly larger in size.

I don't know if it's Yu Zhao's delusion, or the psychological shadow that Qiao brought to him, he always feels that this pistol is cold with a little dead air, which always reminds him of the group of corpses who don't know whether they are alive or dead.

On the barrel of the pistol there is a line of small letters: "Trial and redemption." - Joe"

Yu Zhao silently finished reading this line and repeated it in a low voice, and for some reason, a little melancholy suddenly appeared in his heart.

Yu Zhao shook his head helplessly, sometimes he made a small mistake with sadness, and he didn't know if he could survive the next game, and he actually began to feel melancholy.

After briefly testing the weapon, Yu Zhao found that the weapon upgrade provided by the company was not just as simple as adding two affixes, but an all-round upgrade, the ammunition capacity of the pistol actually changed from the original ten rounds to fifteen rounds, and the power also increased a lot, and even the CD that was originally infinite bullets disappeared.

Those two affixes were also tested by Yu Zhao by the way, "judgment" needless to say, the key is "redemption".

After the actual test, Yu Zhao discovered that Salvation was actually gathering the metal around the selected target, thus forming a metal armor. And, rather than metal armor, it is more appropriate to say that the statue appears to be the armor without any joints!

Yu Zhao couldn't help but complain, wearing such armor was like entering a coffin made closely.

This "salvation" belongs to the type that is extremely restrictive and has a small scope of application.

However, Yu Zhao likes such strange things, and they are all talent funds!

Speaking of strange things, in this live broadcast, the defensive grenades he bought on him were all spent, and even four smoke grenades were thrown out, so it's still a question of whether to add them.

One thing to say, the damage provided by the company is indeed exaggerated, and you get what you pay for.

It's just a unit price of up to fifty points, which is a bit unacceptable to Yu Zhao, who is now rich.

A penny is difficult for a hero, and what can be solved with money is not a problem, but the problem is that there is no money.

However, he also wondered that in these three live broadcasts, he failed to get a weapon from the live broadcast, and more of a weapon was strengthened through task rewards.

It seems that the company is restricting the flow of weapons from the live broadcast, and requires the anchor to fight with his own strength.

But the question is, how did the little pistol sent by Xiaofeng come from?

How did Tao Yifei and Pei Hengwu's weapons come from?

Vaguely, Yu Zhao felt that it might be because he hadn't turned positive yet.

Life after becoming a regular ...... Yu Zhao touched his chin and couldn't help but think about it, he had a little daydream, just make life more interesting and live a more interesting life, of course, the premise is that he can't die.

On the other hand, even if he had a full five attribute points in his hands, Yu Zhao still felt that it was not enough, and luck, strength, physique, perception, and even will needed to be strengthened.

In case of an illusion attack like Zheng Xuan, it can at least play a certain protective role.

In order to deal with the possible attack, Yu Zhao had to be on guard.

After weighing it for a long time, Yu Zhao finally decided to add three points of luck, a little perception and a little will.

With snow ape gloves on top, the physique and strength are temporarily enough.

In this way, Yu Zhao's attributes become 9+1 (10) for strength, 12+1 (13) for constitution, 9 for spirit, 12 for perception, 13 for will, and 22 for luck.

The Guild of the Sunstriders, the room where the president praises his father.

Unlike the room of Fuyao and the others, there was actually a miniature sun hanging in Kuafu's room, which rotated quietly and emitted a soft light.

And the president, Father Kuafu, stood under the sun and looked up at the sun.

His face was covered in strange crimson patterns, like the totem of some primitive tribe. Descending the lines of the totem, is his bare solid chest, where the patterns are intertwined and combined, and finally form a crimson circle that looks like a ...... Sun.

Bathed in red light, he exudes an inexplicable halo around him, and his expression is not clear for the time being due to the blocking of the pattern, and the slightly silver hair proves his age.

Behind him, four people, men and women, stood silently.

"In this competition, either you die or they die." Kuafu turned his back to them and said casually.

The scorching light baked them, but they didn't dare to wipe the sweat off their faces and stood honestly like statues.

He turned, and the golden glow took over his eyes, and the strange patterns stretched out, showing his mood at this time.

"I'll just say it once."