She will die if she doesn't soar

Chapter 701

outside the game.

A man with blond hair and blue eyes in a sauce-blue mage robe rushed into the game hall.

He looked in a hurry, like a drug addict.

When he saw the president of the Magicians Guild, he rushed forward.

An anxious tone said: "Father, how is it? Has he not been caught yet?"

He was too embarrassed and trembling all over, as if he was enduring something.

But as soon as he said this, everyone present realized that the person who called the president of the Mage Guild "Father" was the culprit of the ghost.

The faces of the people looking at him changed immediately, wishing they could eat him.

There are even a few people who have already walked over here.

Seeing this, the president of the Magician's Guild felt a little bit in his heart, knowing that this matter was going to be bad.

Immediately angrily scolded his subordinates: "You trash, can't you even look down on an individual?

Lock him up quickly and let him shut himself up and reflect on himself.

No one is allowed to release him without my order! "

Several magicians rushed forward immediately, trying to take people away.

But this incident caused all the monks to suspend their meetings and suffered heavy losses.

How could he just let the culprit go?
Everyone wanted to come up, and surrounded the man who was like a drug addict.

The ecstasy envoy said: "Your Excellency, I think your aura is a bit strange.

It is very similar to the elf in the game.

I don't know if you can enlighten me, what is the reason? "

The son of the president of the Magician's Guild looked panic-stricken, not daring to look at the seductress.

He tilted his head slightly guilty.

He said sternly, "What just happened?

I have been carrying him before, so I have his breath.

Is there anything strange? "

None of the people present were fools. Looking at his attitude, one could tell that the world was weird.

Now, there are still more than 2000 monks trapped in the game.

The souls of those who came out were also greatly damaged.

How can everyone expose this matter lightly?

Dragon Mastiff took a step forward and grabbed the collar of the son of the president of the Magicians Guild.

He said in a bad tone: "I think you should give us an explanation."

Dragon Mastiff Zhou Shen's aura was icy cold, as if he could freeze people into ice cubes in the next second.

The son of the president of the Magician's Guild was shocked immediately.

He was about to say something when he heard a "click".

Then came a brisk female voice: "I think the president will not stop your son from telling the truth.

right? "

The voice was so charming, those who didn't know it thought it was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl.

The son of the president of the Wizards Guild looked back in horror.

A vampire dressed in red has a delicate and lovely appearance, with a smile showing cute fangs.

If you ignore her feet, the president of the Magicians Guild's thigh, which has been trampled and fractured, is a child who is not dark about the world.

"Gudong."

The son of the president of the Magicians Guild swallowed in shock.

This is so scary!

Trembling all over, he completely disregarded the threat from his father's gaze and poured out everything.

"The reason why I have similar aura with that ghost is because I am a Necromancer.

And that ghost is the ghost I use for cultivation.

It was the ghost who was a genius necromancer in his lifetime.

As long as I absorb all the energy from him.I will have the same qualifications and abilities as him! "

The son of the president of the Magician's Guild said everything that could and could not be said, like pouring beans.

The head of the Magician's Guild closed his eyes fiercely.

Despair spreads little by little in the body.

It’s over.

Their plans are all over.

Known by others, it's all just for personal empowerment.

And the facts have proved that this ability can trap more than 3000 monks at once.

Such a dangerous ability exists.

Other monks will definitely not allow this ability to be developed by their magicians alone.

In any case, this is a ghost, and it is impossible for them to take it away.

The head of the Magician's Guild closed his eyes, lay there and did not speak at all.

Everyone ignored him.

I just want everyone to think again, what do you know from the son of the president of the Magicians Guild.

More than 20 game developers all came to the game hall.

Everyone hurriedly made room for them.

The few people didn't talk much, and took out their computers and various USBs, plus a bunch of network cables condensed with spiritual power.

The plug should be plugged, the connection should be connected.After a while, the whole room turned into a pansi hole.

Dragon Mastiff frowned, and asked solemnly, "How is it, is there help?"

The leading middle-aged man looked serious.

After checking, he replied: "I will try my best. There is an [-]% success rate."

Hearing this, Dragon Mastiff felt half relieved.

I just hope Feng Xiaoxiao don't think about settling down during this period of time.

Otherwise, it would be a lot of fun if she didn't leave when they went to pick her up.

Yi Zhuangshi always felt that he wanted to live a life like the Eight Precepts.

But he is under the pressure like Wukong, but he only has the ability of Drifting Monk, and he can hear Tang Monk-like nagging from time to time.

My own childhood was as dark as a mouse hole.

Time flies like an arrow, and time flies like a shuttle.

When Yi Zhuangshi was five years old, under Feng Xiaoxiao's "vigorous cultivation", he finally formed a pill.

Once the alchemy was formed, it meant that she would die without taking it easy. Feng Xiaoxiao made up her mind to go to Beijing to occupy her father's back house.

Yi Zhuangshi had a lot of small question marks in his heart, he asked Feng Xiaoxiao a little puzzled: "Mother, why are you so obsessed with Grandpa's back house?"

These words stunned Feng Xiaoxiao.

In the beginning it was indeed because of the voice in his head, Feng Xiaoxiao is a housekeeper who doesn't understand anything.

Afraid of death, so obey.

But later, since she became pregnant, that voice never came back, threatening her in her head.

She no longer because of this.

Feng Xiaoxiao thought for a while, and replied: "Probably because you are not reconciled...?"

After all, she is a master of house fighting, and she was forced to rely on force to dominate the back house.

No matter how you hear it, you feel ashamed.

Feng Xiaoxiao absolutely does not admit that her house fighting ability is not good enough.

This must be because the people in the back house of the City Lord's Mansion don't follow the routine!
Yi Zhuangshi saw Feng Xiaoxiao with complicated eyes.

He has never understood why his mother has always believed in the misunderstanding that he is a master of house fighting.

Mingming has experienced many things before, including someone throwing arms at his father, and his mother was so angry that she jumped to beat him.

But the other party's family has special abilities, and his father was afraid that his mother would be harmed. In the end, his father solved it by himself.

From the beginning to the end, the mother only knew how to come to the door with a sword to beat people.

Hou Zhai's fighting skills are not as good as his father's, which can be called a negative number.

Where did my mother's belief in the power of her backyard come from?
Is the setting really that convincing?

(End of this chapter)