Mihir's Overcoat: A quest item, a raged garment that has been torn by the Morks and can no longer be used.

The first quest item was easy to obtain, and everyone was excited.

But then, everyone cried, because they killed the Mok clan monster for nearly half an hour again, but Mao didn't get one.

Yes, not only are there no quest items, but even other items have not been exploded.

It's completely a brush experience.

Everyone was about to cry, this Mok tribe did not have a thousand, and they also killed five hundred, but there was not a single hair.

After nearly half an hour, Feng Shao finally showed a sad smile.

It's finally a harvest, a Mihil belt, although it's also a rag, but it's finally giving everyone hope again.

After that, for more than an hour, I got a big pants like killing Matt.

For the next hour and a half, Mihir's shoes, their hole-ridden, foul-smelling stuff, nearly smoked the wind that had been picked up.

After brushing again, Du Nima came out with four pieces, and everyone was once again aroused into a fiery struggle.

But among them, there seems to be more anger.

Because after another two hours, there is still not a single hair.

"There's less wind, why don't we go back and hand in the task."

Master Shuai said physically and mentally exhausted, it was more than three o'clock in the afternoon, nothing exploded, and everyone who brushed it felt like vomiting.

"Grandma is a bear, keep brushing, brush until dinner."

Feng Shao scolded angrily.

The task requires at least five pieces, and Feng Shao understands it, if there is more than the fifth one, then he can only pay out of his own pocket.

So the question is, how much does this fifth piece of money have to pay?

It's more, the wind is less, and it's naturally not happy, and it's less, and the follow-up of his meow is still woody, can it be forced.

Feng rarely felt like he was being pitted, and his mood was a lot more depressed and annoying, so he had to vent this feeling of being able to do it to the ugly wild monsters in front of him.

Then it didn't disappoint everyone, and it was more than two hours, and it really didn't come out of a single hair.

Everyone had the feeling of throwing off their armor and stepping on one hundred and eighty feet on the ground.

"Eat dinner first, when you are full, you have the strength to beat people."

Feng Shao gritted his teeth and said, with a fierce look on his face, which made the Moke clan around him, who were originally preparing to sneak attack everyone, flee in disgrace.

After a meal, the mood of the wind is much better, but this is before entering the game.

As soon as he got on the game, before Feng Shao had time to hide, he was fainted to death and hung up.

Then he saw a dozen or so Mok clans dancing with two big swordsmen beside him.

Angry, angry, but what can it be, Mao can't beat it.

In the end, I had to honestly run the corpse, waiting for everyone to go online and be resurrected together.

In ten minutes, all the talents arrived, and they were all in a state of soul.

With Feng Shao's order, everyone was collectively resurrected, and the tank quickly pulled the hatred of the surrounding Mok clan, and the treatment did not count the blue consumption, and directly threw the big skill and ate the blue bottle.

Xiaohong's song of hope quickly improves everyone's qi and blood, which is her own, and it seems to have dropped a little fast, but fortunately, Yu'er is brushing her, but she can also maintain stability.

"Rub, it's not out, brothers, kill out."

Feng Shao, who had just been rescued, was really angry when he looked at these unstoppable Moke clans.

Everyone was also a child, and they were furious, and the huge evil aura made the territory of this Mok tribe dark and windy.

Well, it's nighttime, but the silence around you doesn't even give you half a minute of bird chirping, and it's clear that the evil aura of these people is really very powerful and permeating.

Quickly brushed out a bloody path, and the last trace of expectation of the wind was also wiped out, and everyone rushed together to the location where Namishir was.

A few minutes later, looking at Mihir, who was lying on the ground, hanging the dog's tail grass, and crossing Erlang's legs to admire the stars in the sky, everyone surrounded him with bright eyes.

"Ah...... What are you going to do, Mihir is a pure and good man, and he doesn't sell himself. ”

The frightened Mihir shrank into a ball, his hands tightly wrapped around his body, like a little girl stared at by a big bad wolf.

"Really? Good? Don't sell yourself? Brother will give you some more weight, brothers, give me a beating, don't go to him two laps of fat, and never stop. ”

"Ah......h

There was a loud scream, but the anger of the crowd was uncontrollable, and they were immune to the piercing sonic attack.

Fists, feet, and weapons all smashed down on the hateful creature on the ground.

"Ah...... Yes...... You have provoked Mihir to death. ”

Paralyzed, this thing is still blushing, and it has become red again.

It's growing! This time, everyone beat it even harder, a little elite monster, and dared to drink everyone's arrogance, I don't know why you know why the flowers are so red, that's okay.

Weapon magic, slammed up again, and after beating this guy into a green name again, he punched and kicked again.

For half an hour on the left and left, everyone let out a cathartic wolf howl, but among them, the louder voice was naturally Michelle's whining cry.

"Get up, stop screaming, shout again, and continue to beat you."

"Woo...... Woohoo......"

Mihir choked up and stood up, looking at the fierce crowd, and finally the whining sound was gone, except for the trembling that twitched from time to time.

"Hand in the task, hurry up and follow up."

"Also...... One more thing missing! ”

"Huh?"

"Really...... There's one thing missing, no...... No way. ”

Mihir took two steps back, leaning against the tree behind him, and said tremblingly.

Feng Shao was annoyed, and he still had to pay for it.

"Your uncle, say, how much money did you lose?"

"Money...... Money...... Ten million, ten million gold coins. ”

"Huh?"

"It's really 10 million gold coins, I said 10 million is 10 million, it's not good if it's less."

"Uncle Wipe Ni, everyone will continue to beat me, burst out his eyeballs, dare to frame us."

It can only be said that Mihir is too unlike, is it necessary to turn his eyes three times? There is also a greedy image that erupts from this face, which is cooperating with the pig's face, which is too ugly not to be wanted.

Everyone was once again lit up with anger, and they naturally did not show mercy to their subordinates.

Mihir howled again, but no matter how Feng Shao asked, this thing had bitten ten ten million gold coins and would not let go.

Paralyzed, this is still a miser.

If you are tired, don't want the wind less, just like this, and Mihir, who is crying out in pain, sitting face to face, staring at the small eyes, no one refuses to admit defeat.

Is it just going to be wasted?

Feng Shao's gaze moved down, and a sneer suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the eerie feeling made Mihir retreat a few more steps, and the whole person wanted to hide in the big tree