Mythology card making

Chapter 15 June [-], early morning

"Sparring? This is not like your character."

Luofu looked at Zhuge Yi who was debugging the card computer with some surprise.

In his impression, the short-haired girl in front of him was a typical "technical card maker."

It is a group that loves technology and is good at using tools to improve productivity.

Passionate about loop programming, battle simulation and big data integrated information.

The things we play are all very cutting-edge.

Luofu had never been in contact with this circle, and his understanding of this group of people mainly came from Zhuge Yi.

He didn't know what other people were like. Anyway, this girl was an out-and-out "home girl".

It gives people the impression that they are unwilling to cause trouble for themselves.

Although it's not that extreme and you can fight normally, it's basically impossible to actively invite a fight.

Today's performance is really surprising.

"Brother Fu, I've been studying your long flag for several days, but I still can't figure out the reason."

Zhuge Yi closed the computer, looked at Luofu and said:
"In the past two years, I have always thought that only Qi Hongyun in our class can create better equipment cards than me."

"Unexpectedly, there are people outside the world. There is a hidden talent in our class..."

She tried hard to move her eyes away from the mountain ax and silver bullet and golden bow on the screen, and took a deep look at Luofu: "Brother Fu, you are really not simple..."

"Go on." Luofu threw a sugar orange to the girl and teased naturally: "If I let you think about it for a while, I will become a monster."

"The fact that we have come this far on the road of card making is actually considered a 'talented monster'. Many times, the only thing that separates us from a good card is inspiration."

"Now my inspiration comes first and I create the soul-attracting flag. Tomorrow, Yu Huan will have inspiration, and maybe he can come up with a card better than Lucky."

"In our industry, there is never a genius, or in other words, everyone is a genius."

"Compared with illusory qualifications, I personally value something more essential."

"I don't know much about the girls in our class. Anyway, among the boys, I like Yu Huan the most."

Lan Yuhuan was stunned when he heard this. He subconsciously adjusted his glasses. Just as he was about to raise the corners of his mouth, he forced himself to look calm: "I'm just a mediocre person. Who in our class is better than me? Brother Luo likes to compliment me." I."

"Yu Huan, being overly modest is arrogance. It's not fun for you to be like this."

"Brother Luo, look at you...hey..."

Lan Yuhuan sighed. The young man couldn't hide his thoughts, and his eyes were filled with smiles.

Luofu casually leaned on the sofa and ate sugar oranges. He looked like he was talking and pouring out his heart, but in fact he was bursting with laughter.

He just likes to see young people eating the flatbread he painted and drinking the chicken soup he simmered. They obviously suffered a loss but were secretly proud of themselves.

It's so cute and silly.

"goose……"

The two girls, Dong Niannian and Gu Tuoyu, didn't know where they found the music, and they almost croaked with laughter.

Luofu sipped his tea, tried hard to suppress the growing bad taste, and changed the subject very naturally: "Have you received the laser coupons for the Shanhai Hunting Ground?"

"Tietie and I got it." Dong Niannian said from the side. "Tietie" is her nickname for Zhuge Yi. "Brother Fu, did you go hunting during the day? With your personality, you are probably either a wolf or a snake."

"You really guessed wrong." Luofu said casually, "Actually, I caught a bunch of mosquitoes."

"Mosquitoes? What's the use of that thing?" Everyone was a little confused.

"I transformed them into special mosquitoes..." Luofu picked up the teapot and added some tea to the cup: "They are not afraid of low temperatures and can thrive in winter... Isn't it interesting?"

As soon as the words fell, everyone fell into silence.

"...Brother Fu, are you anti-human?" Dong Niannian loosened his grip and dropped the sugar orange on the sofa. He turned to Yang Yao and said, "Auntie, I'm going to call Uncle Luo now. He can kill relatives with justice. Arrest Brother Fu?"

Yang Yao looked on with a smile.

She found that her son had really matured a lot recently.

Treat people and things naturally without being pretentious.Chatting with classmates is like adults playing with children.

"A child's growth really happens in an instant."

Yang Yao said in his heart, half relieved and half helpless.

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It is now 37:[-] in the early morning of June [-]th.

The terrifying and thick city of black clouds still shrouds the sky over Yunmeng City.

The rain was dripping and the fog was hazy.

Lao Luo rattled the mineral water bottle and then suddenly loosened it.

There was only a "bang" sound, the bottle cap flew off, and white mist sprayed out from the mouth of the bottle.

"Roger!"

Several figures on the roadside waved to him.

"Here it is."

Lao Luo waved his hand, and with every step he took, a lotus pod would automatically rise where he landed, preventing him from wading through the water.

"Thank you Heavenly King."

After meeting his subordinates, Lao Luo turned around and cupped his hands toward the darkness.

The King casually said "hmm" as a response, holding a white mouse in one hand and supporting the treasure building in the other, still hanging in the air, quietly overlooking the not-so-good night view of the city.

As if they were afraid that the light would attract the attention of the monsters in the city, most residents only kept a small night light, and the closed windows were like black holes.

Lao Luo lowered his head and glanced at the [Huang Yuanwai] card in his hand, and then turned his attention to Building 4.

The small house that worried him so much was now lit with lights, and there were shadows of people behind the curtains, including his wife and children.

"call…"

Lao Luo breathed a sigh of relief, put his hands in his pockets, and walked towards the Tianqi Bell Tower.

Suddenly, he stopped walking.

Twenty years of front-line combat experience have made his senses extremely sharp.

Throwing the empty bottle into the trash can, he half-squinted his eyes to distinguish it carefully.

I quickly recognized the bang-bang sound of the bow string being tightened and then popped out.

Then there seemed to be the sound of some kind of metal ball being violently released.

Mixed with it was the sound of some kind of sharp instrument cutting off skin, flesh, muscles and bones without any hindrance, and the sound of blood splattering everywhere.

Judging from the sound, the opponent's destructive power should only be in the [-]s.

But if you listen carefully, there seems to be a unique rhythm when the other party wields a sharp weapon, like the roar of a raging river and the sound of waves.

"High level of weapons."

Lao Luo complimented casually and deduced that the other party should be like him and did not want to cause damage to the urban area, so he deliberately held back. He should be a master.

Until he found the source of the sound...

"Isn't this my son's initial Kaling?"

Lao Luo was obviously startled.

In his sight, the handsome young man's robes fluttered and he had an air of immortality.

Behind him was a canine beast that looked like a white elephant and was as tall as a small building. It had a ferocious expression and its tail flapped back and forth, smashing the flower bed floor tiles into pieces.

Above the head, a divine falcon with black spots on a white background and blue eyes was flying over the community, relying on its orange claws like mountain climbing hooks and black and blue beak like a desert scimitar, dancing in the dangerous rain curtain, like a dead person The spirit of the kingdom.

They faced countless ghosts:

Schoolboys with empty necks pat their heads and skip around;
A little girl in a white dress with a blurred face held a blood-red balloon and floated into the air;
A woman in a red dress with long hair covering her face reveals two white and gray forearms covered with maggots, gesturing to pinch them;
The haggard old woman was wearing a loose blue and black opera robe, with long gray hair that was as rough as grass roots. She looked at her with malicious eyes and stretched out her claws...

(End of this chapter)