He Fangjing smiled, his eyes looked fixedly, his gaze slipped away from the face of the hermit without a trace, and said, "With all due respect, I am not obligated to correct your opinion. ”

The fat middle-aged man suddenly stood up, he looked very tall and stout, he coughed vigorously, and was about to speak, when the hermit reached out and waved up and down twice, motioning for him to sit down. The tall and fat middle-aged man blocked his throat with a word, so he finally held back, sat down again, and stared at He Fangjing, but a pair of big copper bell-like eyes widened.

"The other day, Night Wind told me something ......"

As soon as the hermit spoke, He Fangjing exclaimed, "Night Wind is still alive?" ”

"He's in my hands, I didn't kill him." The hermit smiled without a trace, and the whole person instantly became much more honest again, "In most cases, I am more kind...... I'm not a murderer. ”

He Fangjing's expression became a little confused and uneasy, his eyes glanced at the two middle-aged people again and again, and then fixed on the face of the hermit without a trace, but his expression returned to calm, and asked lightly: "So, what did he tell you?" ”

"Don't you understand? Can you prevaricate by pretending to be confused? The hermit smiled without a trace: "What a beautiful woman...... This style is really disappointing, and you still have to be hard-mouthed at this time? ”

"I reminded him to think twice, is there a problem with that?" He Fangjing asked rhetorically.

"That's not the case, is it? He Da Beauty's honesty is really suspicious! The hermit said lightly without a trace, and there was obviously no lack of sarcasm in his words.

"After all, it is murder, this is the most important decision in his life, and it may also be the last decision in his life." He Fangjing's voice was still as calm as ever, "Even if I said something excessive...... It can only be regarded as a dying comfort, right? ”

"What a dying consolation!" The thinner middle-aged man applauded a few times, applause echoed in the empty room, and he sneered: "He Da Beauty is still a kind person." ”

The tall and fat middle-aged man snorted coldly, and the hermit couldn't help laughing out loud without a trace.

He Fangjing turned his gaze to the thin middle-aged man's face and asked lightly, "What are you?" Is it your turn to talk more? ”

I only listened to the brush, but it was the tall and fat middle-aged man who stood up suddenly, followed by the thin man who also stood up leisurely, pushed the back of the chair back a little bit, and walked out from behind the round table.

He took a few steps forward horizontally, with a faint smile on his face that was quite graceful, and the distance between him and He Fangjing was less than half a meter.

Suddenly, the hermit disappeared and the tall and fat man saw a flower, the thin middle-aged man's feet jumped off the ground, and the whole person's body shape suddenly reversed in mid-air. This time the rabbit rose and fell, it was incredibly fast, and no one could see He Fangjing's movements clearly.

Two cries were hurriedly evoked, one shouting "Brother Hu" and the other shouting "He Da Beauty".

At the moment when there was no room for it, the tall and fat man jumped up from the other side of the table, slid against the round table and threw himself out, stretched out his muscular thick arms from the back end, hugged the waist of the thin man, and hugged him dangerously, and the top of the thin man's head was less than five centimeters from the ground!

followed by "pounce" and "poof" twice, the thin man's head finally landed, but it was a posture of hitting the ground with his face, and he fell and gnawed on the mud, but he was finally held up, and the decline eased a lot, but there were some slight abrasions on the forehead.

The tall fat man straddled the round table with a fit and plunged headlong into the skinny man's ass, but he was not hurt. The two of them moved a few times in embarrassment, adjusted their bodies and stood up hand in hand, their eyes looking resentful.

He Fangjing took half a step back, his eyes sharp at the hermit without a trace.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding!" The hermit hurriedly stood up, pressed down with both hands, made a calming gesture, and then smiled: "He Da Beauty is very skilled, it is really eye-opening, in fact, calling you here today is mainly the designer's meaning...... Everyone is a good friend, so why bother ......"

"Where's the designer?" He Fangjing asked.

"Go out and turn right, the last room." The hermit smiled without a trace, pointed out the door with his right hand, and then quickly changed his gesture, stretched out his palm upward, and said, "He Da Beauty, please." ”

He Fangjing stared at the hermit's eyes without a trace, slowly retreated, walked out the door backwards, and gently closed the door from the outside.

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After Zi Binglan's announcement, a few female players of the Binglan Club swiped out, which was roughly a shouting of scolding Ye Yamanashi's bad character. After that, there were three or five notices echoed, and they were probably all players who had been hanging on Noyamanashi's hands.

If it was a few days ago, Xiao Fan would still be willing to reply to the last two notices and explain a few words or something, but now he doesn't have the leisure to fight. In other words, whether it is ethical to kill players and receive remuneration, Xiao Fan is in his heart, and after repeated exchanges with his comrades on the super channel these days, it is still unclear.

In the past few days, the situation in the main city of the firmament, and the stalemate between the forces of several guild players, have been greatly eased. Although the Demon Dao official has always attached great importance to the protection of players' privacy, and no player in the forum has the courage to step on the line and hype about the killing of the Son of Heaven, the president of the War Holy Alliance, the game has long been boiling, and all kinds of gossip and rumors have spread.

No matter how many theories there are, no matter where the spread of this theory began, the real Son of Heaven, Zhuo Langsheng, was killed by the Night Wind of the Dragon Sword Guild, there is no doubt about it!

Such a vicious incident has been well known among the Demon Dao players, and the police's investigation, the arrest of the murderer, and the assistance and inquiry of the Demon Dao Company have been carried out in an orderly manner in the past few days.

At five o'clock in the morning on September 6th, the Dragon Slayer Knife captured Zhuyuan Village, which was close to the outskirts of the Demon Domain Forest. After that, he waved his troops to the east, defeated Fudu Village, and then went west, and occupied Liuzhai Town with pure superior forces. This is opposite to the slope of the Hengtian Ancient Plains in the southeast of the main city, constituting a confrontation situation.

Liuzhai Town was originally the territory of the War Saint League, and the intention of the Dragon Slayer Knife was obvious, and it had entered the preparatory stage of harvesting the vast territory of the War Saint League.

The forces in the Demon Dao are stupid and the pattern is changing, even if Xiao Fan is a member of the Dragon Slayer Sword Guild, he has never been very enthusiastic, he always thinks of himself as an outsider. Only occasionally watching the various analyses and discussions of the players on the guild channel, Xiao Fan thought of not getting involved, but when he would be able to get out and play his career freely, but he didn't know when he would be able to recover as before.

He ran for a while to carry out the dungeon task, brush up the red name, and then go to the Demon King Hall node six, and brush the seventy-six to seventy-nine level monsters. After practicing with the cooperation of the fire wolf for more than half an hour, the increase in the experience bar was so small that he gradually lost the motivation to level up.

Seventy-five levels to seventy-six levels require more than 100 million experience. With Xiao Fan's experience points of more than 1,000 points per monster, he has to farm more than 100,000 to level up! Moreover, the monsters above level seventy have at least reached 400,000 blood, and the boss level even exceeds one million blood!

Then Xiao Fan didn't know what to do.

(End of chapter)