"Lang Shen, don't you have to be so persistent, do you?"

At six o'clock in the evening, I had a cold and typed weakly at Zhen Lang.

From 3:00 p.m. to now, except for 4:20 pm, Zhen Lang seized time to catch a refreshed Nicole, the rest of the time was spent in the arena, and he had a big fight with the cold.

In these two hours, the two animals fought fiercely for fifty battles.

Zhen Lang's record is 7 wins, 4 draws, 39 losses...

At first I felt very satisfied with the cold, but later I was embarrassed to take action. After these fifty games, he didn't know whether Zhen Lang was abused out of the shadow. Anyway, he had a little bit of a shadow in the cold.

"I'll go, you won't let the water out on purpose, why are you kneeling together?"

Zhen Lang was in a state of excitement, almost shouting that I wanted me and I wanted it.

He has studied videos of automatically opening a cheat to defeat a cold and summarized some experience. However, it is another thing in actual combat. Colds are not so stupid that they use the same routine every time. After these fifty games, Zhen Lang has a deep understanding of the druid's shamelessness and his own level has also improved a little.

He never won the first thirty games.

In the last twenty games, there were 7 wins, 4 draws and 9 wins.

Especially in the last ten games, Zhen Lang showed great power, with 4 wins in 10 games, 3 draws and 3 losses.

He couldn't believe that his progress could be so fast, and he seriously suspected that he was experiencing the cold.

"I'll let the water?" He had a cold and started a voice chat with Zhen Lang. The voice was almost vomiting blood: "You are not a girl, I still have to let the water on you? Lang Shen, tell me the truth, are you studying some new tactics in the first 30 games and deliberately let the water on your mind?"

Zhen Lang was stunned for a moment and said in a very introverted manner: "Why do you have this kind of thought?"

"You still need to ask, you are not the same person in the first thirty games and the next twenty games. I feel the pressure is getting stronger and stronger when I fight back. You have touched all the tricks, suppressed by you everywhere, and I can't let go of my hands and feet." The cold voice became even more depressed. I said in a crying voice: "If you wear the Siren Eight-Piece Set, I will admit it, but you are just a nightmare weapon and have no explosive power at all. I have the heart to delete the account by you as abusing me like this."

Niang Xipi, what's going on?

Zhen Lang was confused. He used his automatic intelligent mode at noon. It is logical that it could not be so coquettish and sharp.

With his current ability of 78 points, the difference between his colds from 82 points is very obvious, so it should not put such a lot of pressure on the cold. Moreover, his current ability has not soared to 79, which means that he has not improved significantly.

He asked, "Did you go to watch the movies after twenty absent-mindedly and didn't fight me seriously?"

Cold: "I was really a little puzzled at that time. You even dared to force yourself when you kneel for thirty years. There were a few more casualties in the next few games. But after being abused by you once, I was very careful and used all my strength."

Could it be that I performed extraordinaryly just now?

Zhen Lang thought about it and said passionately: "Come on, fight ten more games. You can use all your strength."

I was frightened by the cold: "That won't work. At half past six, I made an appointment with my roommate to have dinner. I will have sex with you five times at most."

Zhen Lang was very satisfied: "Okay, just five times, please be firmer and last longer."

"..." The cold became even more frightened. He said laughably: "If I hadn't known that you had an affair with senior sister Xiaomi, I would have suspected that you were a good friend. Come on, this time I will definitely be strong and lasting, so you have to be careful!"

This time, the two fought for half an hour.

Five games were played. Zhen Lang's record was 1 win, 2 draws and 2 losses.

This record is already a bit gorgeous for him. He was able to delay two draws in extremely vulgar terms and win one game, which can be said to be quite difficult.

"I don't want to fight anymore. I thought I was rude enough. I didn't expect you to be even more rude than me. This time I was really a little bit of a shadow. I decided to kill you in three days and I won't play with you anymore, so as not to think about it when I think about it..." After saying this with a very depressed cold, I just quit the game and ran away.

Zhen Lang was not satisfied and looked back at Erpang who was standing behind him: "Second, how many times are you here to accompany me?"

"No need, I watched the almanac today. Everything is not appropriate. When you go to the arena, you will suffer a bloody disaster." Erpang pretended to be a charlatan, looked at Zhen Lang like an alien, and said weakly: "Boss, you are possessed by Zhan Wushang's soul, right?"

Zhen Lang: "How much does this mean?"

"Damn, the cold is very sharp. I really didn't expect you to fight him like this in white outfit. I watched more than twenty games in this afternoon's competition. Your progress is too amazing, right?" Erpang said with a confused look on his face, "Your style is very similar to Zhan Wushang. In the first year of his debut in Zhan Wushang, he took the initiative to seek abuse from professional players and made rapid progress. In the second year, he turned around to abuse those professional players."

"Is that true?" Zhen Lang couldn't help but lift the hair on his forehead and said very flirtatiously: "Do you really think I'm making so fast?"

Erpang: "It's a must. Your 93-point rating is indeed not a fool. Anyway, I think you will be promoted to a small level every four or five games between you and the cold. He has a shadow in his heart, which is not without reason. High-end players have their own game rhythm. When you hit the back, you completely disrupt his rhythm, and he will fall into your rhythm a little. If you wear a Siren suit, you don't need an eight-piece set, and six-piece set. I bet that he will kneel down in the next ten games."

Zhen Lang tweaked his hair again: "Brother is really that sharp?"

Erpang analyzed professionally: "I'm really a little sharp. When you played with my mage in my freshman year, I felt that your magic profession is promising. However, I feel that you are too eager to succeed. I suddenly lost my skills, no suits, and no awesome titles. You are no different from those small accounts. If you want to fight with high-end opponents, don't have too different equipment, so that others will not think that you are deliberately insulting him."

After a pause, he continued, "Boss, the most satisfying battle is the most satisfying. Your equipment titles are now at an absolute disadvantage. I feel that there are several games you can win, but in the end you don't have enough explosive power and lose. Anyway, you don't use magical skills and free skill points. I suggest you bring a three-piece set of Siren jewelry first, at least to support panels and explosive power. There is also a title, Siren Nightmare is a bit cruel. I recommend you to bring a brave adventure with 5 points in all attributes, so the gap with your opponent is not too big."

Erpang's theoretical knowledge is far beyond his gaming level, and it is comparable to that of a professional game commentator. When he heard Fatty say such a thing, Zhen Lang was deeply inspired and decided to try it with the title of Three Jewelry and the title of Brave Adventure in the future.

Erpang asked again: "Why are you always pestering about having a cold? My sister and Xiao Tiantian are even more cruel than having a cold. Why don't you fight them?"

"I'm not familiar with Xiao De's routine. Are you looking for colds to practice your skills?" Zhen Lang felt a little guilty when he said this.

The actual situation is very simple. Both the eldest sister and the Xiao Tiantian are too cruel. The idol brother also has self-esteem and vanity. He was tortured by the two girls and could not afford to lose that person.

He had already made a decision and went to Su Jie and Mango Tianer to practice after his current ability improved to 80s. This decision was wise. At present, he had a big gap with two high-end girls. He was likely to be abused out of the psychological shadow.

After calming down, he said, "You have hit the sword of the murderer. How many plans are you going to share the spoils?"

"Boss, why bother to say such a misunderstanding? Am I the kind of person who is jealous of money?" Erpang, the wealth-guarding slave, said something he didn't believe in. Seeing Zhen Lang's contemptuous eyes, he confessed: "Hehe. Actually, I have earned 70,000 or 8,000 yuan in the past two days..."

"Damn, you two profiteers!" He came over and felt extremely unbalanced: "The sky has no eyes, you are the ones who have made a fortune for the Mao family. Why did I practice tailoring? This deputy position had no money before level 20. Fatty, you are too shameless. I despise you, the only person who has nightmares enchanted drawings in the whole server. Honor Coco went out to learn from Lei Feng last time, but he didn't get the drawings, and the business couldn't steal you."

"Get out of here, I'll talk to the boss about the serious business." Erpang ignored the crying dynamic and looked at Zhen Lang flatteringly: "Boss, you have 50% of the shares of enchantment. Brother, I should have divided you three or four thousand. But since you mentioned the Sword of the Killer, I won't be implicit with you. You don't have to give me this epic dividend, and I won't give you the dividend of enchantment."

"Bitch, I knew you would say that." Zhen Lang saw through the fat man's heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys at first sight. In the end, he was still very loyal: "Okay, I invested last time to encourage you to start a business. Starting tomorrow, I don't need to give me my 50% stake. You give 25% to the third and 25% to the fourth stake. Don't let them cry and shout."

"Boss, I love you." Dynamic hugged Zhen Lang suddenly and turned into a dog-legged person.

"Boss, I love you too." The webmaster came over and rubbed Zhen Lang's back and shoulders, then glanced at Erpang with a proud look: "Dragon, you know why you can't be the boss now, right? As the saying goes, the boss is the boss, and the second one can only be under the crotch!"

"Fourth Master, when did you become arrogant?" Erpang stared at the webmaster angrily and said viciously: "This money is the hard-earned money I earned by using small advertisements in the city over and over again, enchanting again and again. You can get 25% of the shares. From tomorrow, I will be responsible during the day. At night, you go to the Internet cafe all night, watch small advertisements in the city, and help others enchant."

"My God, don't you have to be so cruel, right?" The webmaster was frightened and said bitterly: "Why is it me, why don't you look for the third brother?"

"He can't run away." Erpang is even more treacherous than the master in the costume drama, showing an extremely vulgar smile: "Tomorrow night, you go to the Internet cafe all night, and the third brother will go the day after tomorrow, and you two take shifts. I want you to experience for yourself what the hardships of starting a business are, what is the price of food, food, oil and salt."

"Go and go, who is afraid of whom." The dynamic and passionate feeling became hot and said, "I have been in a hurry for a few days and my hands are a little tight again. Seeing that the boss bought such a coquettish girl pickup suit, I have to make a few sets. Speaking of my six best green teas, two of them are ready to make an appointment with me. When my brother saves enough money and changes to the girl pickup suit, he will go and have a story with them!"

The webmaster was deeply inspired and suddenly became passionate: "San Master, you are so inspirational! Since you have started to struggle, I can't ignore it, brother. I will try to replace my broken computer next week!"

Zhen Lang suddenly remembered something and said curiously: "By the way, when I went shopping and bought clothes the day before yesterday, didn't you team up with the cannon to realize your dream of the freshman year? What was the result? How much did it cost?"

"Don't mention it." Erpang sighed, turned his head and left.

"Brother, don't ever mention the dream of the freshman year to me again." Dynamic sighed and returned to his seat.

"Boss, don't look at me like this. I just say one thing: I had an indelible shadow in my heart that day. Don't mention the past. Life has been full of storms..." The webmaster sighed with a poet's breath, and turned his head and left.

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Chapter completed!