Xu Wanru didn't wear a coat, but walked into the room with a blanket, she looked tired, looking like she had just woken up and hadn't slept well.

Seeing that the fight was starting here, Kongcheng didn't have time to pay attention to her, so he could only ask without squinting, "Are you awake?" ”

"Or else?"

“……”

Kongcheng thought to himself, why is this woman so angry?

"Who is this girl?" Xu Wanru asked casually.

"Which one?" Empty City pretended to be stupid, and turned off the microphone easily, "I'm turning on the microphone, what are you doing?" ”

"I'll just ask, what are you nervous about?"

"Sister, I beg you, let me finish this well, I've thought about it after playing, and I won't play games in the future and accompany you."

"Okay, I'll interrogate you properly after the beating." She believes that it is impossible for her husband to cheat, but if she has a chance to have a small quarrel, it can be regarded as a little fun between husband and wife, not to mention that she is still pregnant, no matter how Han Rui still has to let her.

The two have been separated for a while, and Xu Wanru inexplicably misses the days when she quarreled every day and made pots and pans uneasy.

"Ready to fight! Stop chatting! When Kongcheng saw that the group of people below were arranging something like the fire in his backyard and the end of it, he was so angry that he quickly turned up the volume and yelled at the throat to make them nervous.

Xu Wanru pulled over a chair as she said and sat down beside him.

Just like back then, when the two were not divorced, she was also sitting next to him like this, impatient and unwilling to walk away, and she was sleepy when she looked at it.

In contrast, perhaps because she had just woken up today, she was not sleepy.

The empty city called people to enter the field, and then began to babble about what everyone should do while the little monster was not yet refreshed, for fear that they would forget, like a teacher who bet on questions before the college entrance examination.

Xu Wanru was bored on the side, and carefully observed the screen, the Warcraft played in the empty city was much rougher than the "formal clothes" she played before, and the painting style was slightly different, but the way of action and operation was basically the same.

She saw that Kongcheng was manipulating a female character holding a staff, brightly dressed, and she looked like a big lady and jumped into the scene, and said to herself: "Are men like this, always like to wear beautiful young girls?" ”

But at this time, she knew that he was turning on the microphone, so she didn't open her mouth to complain, sat sullenly, and watched the game quietly.

Before the next three mobs appeared, Soragor was talking a lot of difficult words, and he kept clicking with his mouse in the middle of the cuboid made of many colored boxes.

She couldn't hold back and asked in a low voice, "What is this little frame?" ”

"Team framework, it's their health." Now everyone is very familiar with each other, and there is basically no situation of carrying three or four layers of shadow arrow debuff to eat damage, so the pressure of group blood is not great, and Kongcheng casually pressed the skill to add blood, and explained to Xu Wanru in a low voice: "This is the blood bar of my teammates, I will order them to put skills to add blood." ”

Although the whispering voices of the two of them are small, they can still be heard in YY. The regiment commander's wife supervised the battle, and everyone didn't dare to breathe.

The first two little monsters died, and several warlocks were still dragging the purple light to suck souls, Chen Yu had already run over and filled up five stars, and went straight to the place where the melee was settled. This little monster still has more than half of his blood, so you won't fight? ”

Chen Yu also smiled, it can't be said that long-range teammates can beat themselves and save stars in advance and are too lazy to fight, right? Can only type quibble: there is a debuff.

The treatment of the empty city play, knowing that the shadow arrow debuff on his body had already been uncloared, he could only smile: "If you don't learn the good, you have to learn the bad!" Melee combat is almost breaking the night snow. ”

Ye Xue looked confused: "What does it have to do with me if he's lazy?" ”

The empty city beckoned everyone to settle down, after all, the entire P1 still has to be scattered and run according to the process, only the melee is already concentrated together, waiting for the last mob to die and the boss to appear.

At the same time, the pace of the Wings of Judgment is even faster than theirs, and the overall efficiency of things such as running corpses and eating and drinking is a little higher than that of walking through the clouds, so they also start fighting earlier.

Fang Yuanzheng noticed this, and carefully observed the number of attempts counted by the plug-ins on both sides, and it seemed that walking in the clouds had been trapped-in the case that almost every time he insisted on it longer than walking in the clouds, he still played one more time than walking in the clouds.

If the Wings of Judgment pass this time, it will be a victory for execution.

In contrast, walking in the clouds is much looser and freer, and every time the corpse runs, someone gags and chats and frolic, which is more than a step worse than the execution of the old eight. But they're much more reckless, and this style doesn't prevail in Muru, but Kil'Gardan is a relatively friendly boss for muscle balls who love to play individually.

Therefore, ranged, healing, melee, and tanks are relatively independent of walking in the clouds, and now they also have a chance to decide the battle when they play very poorly in the early days.

Take a closer look at the combat time, the Wings of Judgment is almost a minute faster, and the boss here has just come out, and it looks like it's going to enter P2 and get out of the mirror image there.

The old president frowned, it was late at night, both sides gritted their teeth and stumbled to the last moment, the people who could be pulled, the numbers that could be changed were basically squeezed to the limit, and the milk sa on the side of the clouds was changed to a young one, and the new entry of the Wings of Guilt was a double knife thief, and the knife operator, Camus, was also an old thief with a very strong output.

Now the next judgment can be preliminarily made, that is, as long as the Wings of Judgment can pass, it will basically win, and it will be the turn of this to see if it can pass the clouds, and due to the gap in the execution of the two sides, this time difference will become wider and wider. At times like these, this time difference can be fatal.

The Wings of Judgment have a mirror image here, and it is actually a warrior mirror image! It's really unlucky. But Camus didn't panic at all, and his hand tapped lightly on the keyboard a few times. Impulsive Flurry Dodge is turned on together, and then there is the bomb, hit twice and disappear to cancel the stealth macro, and continue to output wildly. The electrostatic capacitive keyboard he uses has a very quiet sound, and he can hardly hear the sound when playing games in the middle of the night, and the touch of triggering rebound is much sharper than that of ordinary keyboards.

Camus never frantically presses the keys when he plays, he just clicks individually. After all, the thief's public CD is one second, and it is useless to press more.

He was more pleased that he borrowed this thief number to have a Chaos Blade coat, and the equipment was more than half of the Sunwell's graduation, which was better than his own equipment. The other party saw that Camus was really anxious to burn his eyebrows, so he lent it to him, who was also a thief.

After all, fortunately, Qin Ling is also a small anchor, and the guild, personal names, etc. are all placed there, and if there are any unexpected disputes, the right owner can be found and resolved.

At this moment, his double knife special effect was triggered, and with the impulse dancing, pieces of numbers popped up, and the peak damage in the damage statistics began to soar from two thousand nine, breaking through four thousand, and going straight to five thousand. He felt relieved in his heart, and said in his heart: "How can a hunter be a thief for fun?" Far from it! ”

At the same time, Fang Xiaozhou also secretly sighed: "Hunters are so fun!" I can play this profession for the rest of my life. ”

There's nothing to be proud of, it's just that when I was playing, I used the Raptor Dance Wheel to finish the knife with the Shadow Orb that passed by, and I just hacked to death but didn't shoot flat. The limit of the raptor dance is the script! What he had just played was a script-level operation, and with a flash of inspiration in his mind, he turned around and chased the moving target with a raptor of prey, cutting off the bloody orb. A sense of refreshment of winning a bet fills the whole body.

In terms of output alone, this is not a great operation, and even if there are no mistakes, it will not add DPS, after all, no one in the Shadow Orb will break the armor. But that Shadow Orb teammate slowed down, and when he floated over, he attracted all Fang Xiaozhou's attention: "I really want to slash it!" Such a thought popped up in his mind, and it was suddenly difficult to suppress.

Although it was a melee position, he found a separate position to prevent the sparks in P1 from affecting too much DPS, and it was also convenient for him to play. He used the normal loop to hit the orb, watching it slowly drift closer, and kept estimating whether the output loop would be enough when it came to his side—after all, there was only a two-and-a-half-second gap in a normal ten seconds to hit a raptor or a flat slash. As a result, not only did this output window happen to coincide, but the amount of blood also happened to be cut with a critical hit.

"My grass, my grass, I really hit it! I didn't think I could beat it! Comfortable, comfortable! Late at night, in the Internet café, under the fluorescent screen, the boy's face smiled.

In fact, the joy of boys' games is really simple, it is nothing more than a sense of accomplishment at the moment of a successful operation.

This natural Pinduoduo user was in high spirits after slashing, and he crackled and pressed wildly on the keyboard. In contrast to Camus, he is a man who can fill every 1.5-second public CD with QQQQQQQQ1111111, but he is really young, he is really fast, and he can press the next button in time for a wild press.

The owner of the Internet café who was on duty at night in the distance was quite distressed.

"It's back, it's back, that feeling is back, I know, it's the Audition!" With the sound of crackling keyboards, his mind seemed to drift to more than ten years ago.

Both sides seem to have played well in the initial stage this time, and the autumn wind that has changed people is really much stronger than before, at least if you hit the flame flower, you know how to run out.

It can be seen that although the new person is not so familiar with the copy, the operation is still much sharper.

Yexue's daughter-in-law nodded with satisfaction, and suddenly felt a little sad after thinking about it: "When did even the basic operation of this kind of teammate make me feel great and happy?" Is this a nostalgic costume? Whew, it feels assimilated. ”

Lin Wanqiu sat on a chair and output, her waist straight.

There is no way, the primary school teacher is lenient, especially a more responsible teacher like her. If the child's bones have not grown, if they cannot sit up straight, the spine will bend over time. Therefore, as a teacher, Lin Wanqiu naturally has to lead by example.

Lin Li sat on the side and watched her fight.

Elderly, thinking can't keep up, but it's still okay to watch and learn. Others can't see it, but he knows that since the cerebral thrombosis, the whole person's thinking has been stagnant, and he doesn't know how much slower than before, which is the sequelae of brain injury.

I didn't take him with him when I fought the Viper Storm, and after I pushed him, the old president pulled him in to play, and at this time he already felt that he was dragging everyone down, but the low difficulty of the Dark Temple made him feel that he could barely fight, and he could barely hold on as part of the restoration.

When the Sun Well was opened, he basically did his daily life on Queldanas Island while being a substitute, listening to several group leaders quarreling, and occasionally being invited in only to find that the difficulty of the Sun Well was much higher than the previous copy, and he almost infected the cerebral thrombosis to the elder and the eighth.

When the group dispersed, he was comfortable doing tasks every day, but the empty city shouted that he was short of milk, and he must make up five shamans, so he, as one of the few old milkmen with "experience in opening up the sunwell", naturally couldn't be absent, so he could only stand on the last shift instead of his daughter.

Until now, when the real bayonet is red, he has to let his daughter appear.

"Old man......," he said with emotion in his heart.