In a daze, someone was shaking him.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up....'

Qu Xuefeng seemed to use all his strength to prop up his upper and lower eyelids, and a figure gradually became clear, it was Chen Xiaocang.

She is by her side, a martial saint, and Sun Xiaosheng.

"Tang Zhaojue, what kind of reputation are you doing, standing guard like you? Sleep like a pig! What should I do if the necromancer comes, you are doing this, don't you just want to be served by others. ”

Sun Xiaosheng was the first to attack.

"Don't make noise! Sun Xiaosheng, maybe Tang Zhaojue was attacked by a necromancer, Tang Zhaojue, what's the matter, how long have we called you, do you know? ”

Chen Xiaocang said.

"I'm sorry, necromancer, are you here?"

Wu Sheng shook his head: "Here, can we still stand here and tell you one, two, three, four?" ”

"I'm sorry, I still want to sleep, don't make noise with me, thank you, thank you..."

Qu Xue tilted her head and fell asleep again.

By the time he woke up, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon the next day.

The first thing he did when he woke up was to find himself in bed. 、

He sat up, the sleepiness was gone, his eyes were not astringent and painful, and his body had regained its strength, he didn't expect that he would be tired like this even if he caught a butterfly, however, when he thought of the situation last night, he had an inexplicable excitement in his heart.

Why is he excited, he can't say it, a strong sense of hunger, dizziness from hunger, he is desperate, he just wants to eat, fill his stomach, and if he doesn't eat, he will starve to death.

Unfortunately, he didn't bring the white-headed crow, and he didn't know where to find the soul.

Chen Xiaocang sat beside him: "Tang Zhaojue, are you a sleeping god or a sleeping fairy, how can you sleep so well?" ”

"Can you do something for me?"

"What's the politeness, as long as I can do it."

"Send me my crow, which is the white-headed crow."

Chen Xiaopao was inexplicable: "What are you looking for a bald devil for?" ”

"Don't ask so much, let someone bring it to me."

Chen Xiaocang stood up, frowned and said: "Your crows, except for you who can touch them, who will come closer, please, they all have wings, not couriers, who can help you deliver them?" What do you want? ”

Qu Xuefeng sighed and said with a wry smile: "Yes, too, how can I forget this stubble?" ”

As he was talking, there was a sound of talking downstairs.

It sounded like a quarrel.

They hurriedly went downstairs and saw the eighth master leading four people to the villa.

These four people are all very young, they don't look to be more than thirty years old, they are dressed very anciently, following the habits of the Scattered Hunter Guild, and they are all dressed in such strange fashion, especially a big black man, wearing only a pair of big red pants, a pair of strange slippers that are chirping in the dirt, tattoos all over his body, and a long sword on his back.

His long sword, bluffing, compared with those weapons in the game, the hilt of the sword has a skull made of black iron, Qu Xuefeng estimates, that thing is not two hundred catties, but also one hundred and fifty catties, Qu Xuefeng muttered in his heart, with such a weapon, once the fight starts, can you hold it? Well, just look at it, use it as an ornament.

At this moment, the eighth master looked suspicious.

"Sun Xiaosheng, this is where we found out first, where did you get the news?"

"Where did I get it from, does it have anything to do with you?"

Both of them have a very high tone, and although Sun Xiaosheng was beaten to the ground, he looks like a very good uncle.

Seeing Qu Xuefeng coming down the stairs, he said, "Don't drag, Sun Xiaosheng, do you think you want to rebel if you rely on these people?" ”

Chen Xiaocang's eyes narrowed, and he seemed to be smiling: "Eighth Master, have you forgotten your good memory?" ”

One of the eighth master's faces immediately turned green, and that was really green.

"Chen Xiaocang, don't think that if you are from the Warcraft Administration, I won't be able to clean you up!"

In his tone, threats and murderous coexist, this place is remote, no one has entered, if this person is really mad, the situation is unfavorable.

"Scare me? I'm so banged....."

Chen Xiaocang gently patted his high chest, and laughed indifferently.

The eighth master's pupils began to contract.

"Shi Ke can not be humiliated, Chen Xiaocang, I will remember your special care for me for the rest of my life, Sun Xiaosheng, are there mosquitoes here at night?"

Sun Xiaosheng didn't know why, and replied: "There are a lot of mosquitoes here." Fuck, why should I answer you. ”

"Because you're a bitch!"

Chen Xiaocang also scolded: "Sun Xiaosheng, you are really a slut, he beat you so badly, you see him like seeing a godfather, are you cowardly?" ”

Sun Xiaosheng's pig's head face has become a pig's liver face.

"Say! Did you hurt Sun Xiaosheng? ”

Chen Xiaocang scolded the eighth master sharply, that tone, wearing a judge's hat in the courtroom. For the heavens, the same as the female judges who uphold justice.

Do you have a hand in this matter from the Warcraft Administration?

The eighth master was stunned for a moment, and then his right palm flipped over, as if he wanted to move his hand. Chen Xiaocang glanced at it, brushed it, and pulled out the laser.

Maybe it was because I was scared last time I was in the guild, and I fell into a deep psychological shadow, and the eighth master reflexively retreated a few steps, this girl, vicious and ruthless, launched crazy, and the gods had to give way.

As soon as the eighth master retreated like this, the few people behind him immediately entered a state of combat readiness. Especially the big black man, like a god, raised his long sword.

Qu Xuefeng suddenly opened his mouth wide, fuck, he really lifted it.

He turned his head to look at the Martial Saint, and the Martial Saint replied indifferently: "It's just a shelf." ”

"That's how I see it, and the hero sees it the same way."

The martial saint is also carrying a knife, and the Qinglong Yanyue Knife is like a gentle little fruit knife in the girl's hand compared to other people's supernatural killing weapons.

The eighth master was angry: "It's just right, the road is narrow, and I'll break it today!" ”

Do you really want to do a dry fight?

Qu Xuefeng picked up the submachine gun. Without saying a word, Sun Xiaosheng's gun had already been aimed.

The atmosphere is quite tense and on the verge of erupting.

Chen Xiaocang: "Come on, let's see if your dark spirit power is powerful, or our guns are fast!" ”

The most calm person is still the martial saint, and he said leisurely: "Eighth master, looking at your posture, you want to kill us?" No, it won't work at all, the people in the yamen, you'd better not mess with it, you can't afford to mess with it. ”

Yamen?

The eighth master smiled angrily: "Yamen, Niang Xipi, what kind of yamen are you?" ”

Qu Xuefeng also found it funny.

"Let me popularize science for you, Yamen, it's not the mighty hall of the county lord you imagined, which department is in charge of the Warcraft Administration, the Public Security Bureau, that's right, you dare to get along with the people of the Public Security Bureau, you are tired of living, or you don't want to live?"

In fact, the Warcraft Administration is an independent department, and the Martial Saint is blind to Bibi.