Noticing that the Holy Lord had rekindled his fighting spirit, Jiang Ming nodded with satisfaction.

That's right, if you don't work hard, who will earn bonds.

The Holy Lord held a huge amount of money in his hand, but he was not in a hurry to exchange it, and the huge dragon soul was once again poured into Wa Long's body.

Completely unsuspecting, Varon was pounced on again.

"Why me again?" Valon collapsed.

"As the price for selling the charm." Since it was in the mall, the Holy Lord dared to seize control of Warong's body again, but only replied lightly.

He only has one soul left now, and he still needs a helping hand before his strength is completely restored.

Warong's strength and power are not weak, and they can come in handy to some extent.

What's more, Warong still owes himself twelve charms that have not been returned, and the Holy Lord can't swallow this breath.

After experiencing the initial panic, Varon quickly guessed the Holy Lord's thoughts, regained his composure, cleared his throat and spoke.

"It's not impossible to ask me to help, why don't we cooperate, how about fifty-fifty percent of the income?"

"How about sinking all your gold into the sea when I get back, and then controlling your men to commit mass suicide. Oh, by the way, and District Thirteen must be interested in you......" Varon sneered in a hoarse tone.

Sold his charm and wanted to negotiate conditions, is it true that he will be slaughtered when he only has his soul body left?

The ability to possess the body alone, as long as it is used well, is enough to mobilize the power of the official to make Wa Long suffer enough.

"Nope! You can't do this, Holy Lord, how about we discuss? In fact, it's not unacceptable to divide four or six into two, otherwise what about three or seven? Varon said anxiously as he walked towards the mall.

"Ninety-one." A somber voice came from Varon's body.

If he could, the Holy Lord wanted to use Varon as a cow and a horse to compensate for the loss, but now his strength was still weak, so he had to make a temporary concession, lest Varon make any small moves behind his back.

"Eighty-two, this is the bottom line... Otherwise, we'll do our own thing. Warong shook his head firmly and said, Jiuyi divided him into him might as well sell arms.

Then one person and one dragon tore each other apart again...

Jiang Ming watched as Wa Long disappeared at the door of the mall talking to himself, and did not stop the two from having an "intimate" conversation, no matter who it was, just bring the things back.

The only pity is that the Holy Lord did not redeem it, so there are still a lot of bonds needed to level up.

Bonds.. Bonds...

Jiang Ming couldn't help but sigh.

......

At this time, the Wanjie Game Store is also very lively.

Due to the increasing number of people in the mall, but not many more seats, the queue is almost at the door.

Except for some new customers who are obsessed with Sword and Assassin's Creed, most of them are working hard to protect the continent of Arad.

Zhao Ji, who had just received the envoy of the Kingdom of Jin, couldn't wait to teleport back to the game mall, looked at the already full game mall and sighed.

After all, it's still a step too late...

It's all to blame on those damn golden people, if they weren't so slow and unwilling to accept his "magnanimous" conditions, why did they delay so much time?

Zhao Ji secretly hated in his heart, and secretly made up his mind to increase the original annual tribute of the Jin State by one percent.

In the past few days, Zhu Youzhen doesn't know how many levels higher than him.

Zhao Ji was anxious to look around left and right, and just happened to bump into a knight in cloth clothes who was about to get off the plane, and immediately ran over regardless of the image, and even unconsciously used the high-grade light skill exchanged from the mall to cross the river!

With the hundreds of years of internal strength piled up by the Great Returning Dan, he has overtaken the heads and elders of many large and small sects, and under the gaze of a group of poor people, he has shown the majesty of what is called Kryptonite!

However, just when Zhao Ji was about to ascend the throne, an old man with long beard and white hair jumped up like a rabbit, as fast as thunder, and fell to the seat before Zhao Ji.

"It seems that this time the old man won the seat, and everyone agreed. Agreed! The wind was clear and the green robe was like a fairy, his hands were clenched into fists and he arched his hands in all directions, and said with a smile.

"Made, it's been thirteen times, and I still haven't grabbed it, and next time I have some coupons, I'll have to practice light skills." A small faction leader sighed unwillingly.

"Forget it, forget it, let's go back and practice light skills."

"Alas, I can't do light work, I can't even grab a seat."

......

The hundreds of users in the mall who were one step late or N steps all sighed, thinking that the strong enemies such as the abbot of Shaolin and the head of Wuyue were not there, and they still had a chance, but I didn't expect such a big guy to emerge again.

Because Jiang Ming forbade the fight in the mall, this kind of thing became popular in the mall, and every time someone left the seat during the golden time of the machine, it would trigger a duel on the light power.

Sharp-eyed, careful, and fast-paced, all three are indispensable.

Of course, luck is also a top priority.

Those who can successfully grab a seat in the prime time are either the big guys among the big guys, or the ones who are lucky.

Feng Qingyang stroked his white beard with a smug expression, the first two times he lost to an old monk in a gray robe, he has always been angry, this time no one can beat him.

Feng Qingyang picked up the virtual helmet and prepared to enter the Arad Continent, he had just transferred to Sword Soul before getting off the plane yesterday, and he hadn't tried his newly learned sword moves yet.

The many sword moves of the ghost swordsman alone are extremely powerful, and how powerful the sword soul should be after the transfer...

Thinking about it, Feng Qingyang felt excited, he always thought that the way of the sword had come to an end, but he didn't expect to enter the mall only to find that he was just a frog at the bottom of the well.

Zhao Ji, who had been hanging by the wind for a long time next to him, couldn't be happy if anyone was about to succeed.

"This old man, I am the Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty, how about giving me a face?" Considering that it is the Wanjie Game Mall here, Zhao Ji still has the patience to remind him.

"I don't care what Emperor Song is you, you should line up, don't bother the old man!" Feng Qingyang, who was already about to buckle up his helmet, was violently interrupted with an unhappy expression.

If you entered the game store before, Feng Qingyang still had three points of awe for the emperor, but now.

What Emperor Da Zhou, Emperor Da Shun, Emperor Da Liang, the old man talked and laughed with them in the mall!

"Seats, 100 bonds!" Zhao Ji was not annoyed, but simply put up a finger.

"Who do you think the old man is?" Feng Qingyang's face suddenly became gloomy, if it weren't for the game store, he would have drawn his sword a long time ago.

"500 point rolls!" Zhao Ji ignored Feng Qingyang's sudden change in face and raised five fingers.

"Okay, the old man has never suffered such humiliation!" Feng Qingyang laughed angrily.

He came here to play games out of awe of kendo and to learn powerful sword moves.

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