Re-numbered.

Lin Feng saw that the 12th line had become popular, so he had no choice but to change to another line.

As soon as I loaded in, I received one window chat after another.

There is a buy number.

I asked how I got there.

There are those who seek to be strengthened.

At the beginning, Lin Feng patiently told them that he had accidentally clicked on the wrong order, and then went up.

It's pure coincidence.

But there are too many private messages.

The windows on the right, one after the other, pop out.

It's seriously affected by the rhythm of brushing.,It's already 3:30 in the afternoon.,I haven't brushed a few of my fatigue numbers.。

So I don't do it, and I don't stop it.

Switch directly back to the Wizard who brushes fatigue by himself.

At this moment, the world was instantly clear.

At this time, Lin Feng could also hear that someone in his Internet café was discussing this matter, but he didn't say anything.

You have to hurry up and get tired.

So, I began to sink down and burst my liver.

……

However, this incident seems to have caused turmoil across the server.

Lin Feng finished brushing the fatigue of the 4 numbers, it was already half past five in the afternoon, and the heat on the loudspeaker was still unabated.

Now, it can be regarded as famous.

However, Lin Feng is not afraid of being famous.

Then another fatigue number.

At this time, Wang Ziqiang and Su Qianqian walked into the Internet café.

With a big bag of snacks and a pack of fried skewers in his hand, he couldn't wait to run to Lin Feng as soon as he came in.

"it!"

"Brother Feng, show me the +13 Epic Sword!"

Wang Ziqiang ran over excitedly.

Su Qianqian looked at Lin Feng with curiosity on her face, and couldn't hold back the little restlessness in her heart.

"Haha!"

"Good!"

Lin Feng cut back his red eyes with his hand.

At this time, the private chat window on the left side began to flicker again, and it couldn't be closed, one was closed, and another popped up.

There are even invitations to form a team.

……

Wang Ziqiang and Su Qianqian looked at Lin Feng with shocked faces, "+13 Cross Chopping Knife-Person", opened their mouths in surprise, and couldn't say a word for a long time.

"Brother Feng, you're really awesome!"

"What the, it should be the first +13 epic weapon on the whole server, right?"

"Haha!"

"Really?"

Lin Feng scratched his head.

"I made a mistake, I accidentally got +13, I didn't expect to cause such a big sensation, hahaha......"

"Niubi!"

"I don't believe it's wrong!"

Wang Ziqiang looked at Lin Feng's equipment with envy on his face.

"I saw in the group that Dabao bought a Meteor Fall, it's really handsome, it's just that the sword soul can't bring a sword, otherwise I'll have a whole one!"

"Huh?"

Lin Feng frowned slightly.

After thinking about it, he said.

"yes, hahaha!"

He didn't tell the truth to Wang Ziqiang for the first time.

It's not that Lin Feng deliberately wants to hide it, because there are other people in the Internet café, and he can't say everything, and people will hear it later.

……

Wang Ziqiang put a few bags of snacks and a bag of fried skewers on Lin Feng's table, and walked into the Internet café by himself, opened the machine and went to the Internet.

Su Qianqian sat beside Lin Feng.

Lying on the table, he looked at Lin Feng intently.

At this time, Lin Feng was operating the magician, bored with the level 1 Luo Lan, crazy liver fatigue.

"Why don't you go online?"

"I want to stay with you a little longer......"

Su Qianqian said in a low voice, unable to hide her admiration for Lin Feng between her eyebrows.

For her, playing games is lonely.

Because in real life, there are no friends who are particularly good at PK to play PK with her, and Lin Feng may be the only one.

Lin Feng looked at Su Qianqian.

Reaching out to touch her head, she didn't resist.

The two of them were tired of it for a while, until more than 7 o'clock in the evening, Lin Feng was chatting with Su Qianqian while eating fried skewers and snacks.

Time is full and happy.

There is no numbness of liver blast fatigue at all.

At 7 o'clock, the fat man also came.

Su Qianqian saw that the fat man was coming, so she reluctantly walked away from the bar, and went to the Internet café to open a machine.

"it!"

"Brother Feng, you're really bullish!"

As soon as the fat man entered the Internet café, he shouted.

"Be quiet!"

"Why do you go online!"

Lin Feng glanced at the fat man angrily, then thought about stopping the keyboard in his hand and tilted his head to look at the fat man.

"Why don't you go to work today?"

"It's only 7 o'clock, and the hotel will start to be busy soon, why did you come out at this time?"

"Busy!"

"I'm on leave!"

The fat man smiled proudly, then rubbed his hands, lay in front of Lin Feng's computer, and said with a smile: "Brother Feng, show me!" ”

……

Lin Feng was like looking at a monkey, switching to his large red eyes, this feeling, should be charged.

One look, 5 pieces!

After reading it, the fat man was extremely shocked.

Especially the +13 weapon, the red flash, is very handsome, and envy arises spontaneously.

"Envy, huh?"

"Damn, who doesn't envy?"

"Haha!"

Lin Feng smiled heartily.

Then he looked at the people around, quietly lay in the fat man's ear, and said, "You go to the number, and I'll give you a weapon in a while!" ”

"Weapons?"

The fat man frowned.

"What weapon?"

"Don't ask, but don't tell anyone, you know? I'll mail it to you in a while, and you received the number, just put it on yourself quietly! ”

Lin Feng said mysteriously.

This made the fat man even more curious.

But Lin Feng didn't reveal any news, and the fat man couldn't ask for a long time, so he took a bag of snacks and ran to the number by himself.

The fat man just walked on the front foot.

Lin Feng opened the warehouse and took a level 50 pink hand cannon "White Flame Pterodactyl" from it, and he had 4 of them.

I transferred the most senior one and mailed it directly to the fat man.

1000 yuan, just give it to the fat man.

It's not that Lin Feng is generous, it's how big a local tyrant is.

Fat Man is the most attentive to playing DNF among all his friends, and has the deepest research on the playstyle, skills, and mechanics of various dungeons.

He was very addicted to it.

In order to study how to race faster through the map, even if it is to increase the space by 1 second, he can work on this graph for a week in a row.

He calls himself the god of technology.

But behind this "title", there is sadness and sweat.

Fat Man never had the strongest weapon, the best equipment, and the most perfect details.

But he made up for it with his own hard work and sweat.

It's all about the love of the game.

Every time he thinks of this, Lin Feng empathizes, and he always feels a little tearful, because Lin Feng, like the fat man, is also this kind of player.

So, with good gear, the first thing he thinks of will always be a fat man.

Fatty, too.

After mailing the equipment, Lin Feng switched back to his Wizard Fatigue number, and there were still two that had not been brushed, and it would take more than an hour to finish brushing......

Today, it looks like it's going to be an all-nighter again.

The merchant 8 numbers 188 are tired and have not been brushed yet.

There are also 250 weapon canisters, which were originally intended to be opened today, but I didn't expect to waste so much time......