Tempting `know, Zhen Lang is a man with Olympic spirit...

Such a man with Olympic spirit will not just bear it in a low-key manner. Facing the strong Deng Yuqing, he carried forward the Olympic spirit and put facts on the truth and reasoning: "You say yes, it's unfair to others."

Deng Yuqing said coldly: "Boy, you are seeking death. I have spared your life, but you still dare to cause trouble?"

Zhen Lang is neither humble nor arrogant: "I didn't want to cause trouble, I just made a reasonable sense to you. You 'say yes' and ignore the contributions of my elder sister and the entire team, and don't take the heroes of the world seriously at all."

The pair of lalas on the opposite side looked at him sympathetically and reasoned with Deng Yuqing. Isn’t this looking for destruction?

Deng Yuqing's arrogant index increased twice: "I just like to say yes, it's my freedom, you can't control it. If your thinking level is higher, you can say yes."

Zhen Lang seemed to be convinced: "Ask you a question, Deng Yuqing, is it meant to wait for Yuqing?"

Deng Yuqing: "So what?"

Zhen Lang: "Then why not call it Deng Yuting? Wait until the rain stops, isn't it more appropriate?"

"Do you still need to ask? A late queen like her may not appear until the rain stops." Ye Yingying slashed Deng Yuqing and continued: "This name is quite in line with her personality. She must wait until the rain is clear before she appears."

Zhen Lang seems to have 100,000 whys: "Then why not call it Deng Xuehua?"

Ye Yingying was stunned for a moment: "What does Deng Xuehua mean?"

Zhen Lang: "When the snow melts, from winter to spring, isn't it more suitable for her?"

"Hahahaha..." Shuimi'er laughed out loud without a ladylike look, and she trembled with a burst of laughter. She wrapped around Zhen Lang's shoulders, grinding and rubbing like a blessing. She said with great relief: "Dear, this knife is so handsome. Queen Qing, if you dare to be late in the future, I will call you Deng Xuehua."

"Come on, boy, give rice waste!" Mo Xiang suddenly stretched out her hand and slapped Zhen Lang, and said happily: "Why am I so happy when I see someone crying? Why is this?"

"Xiangxiang, it's wrong for you to do this. How can you talk to us Ahua like this?" Ye Yingying also turned over and sang the serf. Looking at Deng Yuqing with a depressed look, she sent warmth: "The one in the north is blowing, the one in the snow is floating, Ahua. Are you doing well recently?"

Mo Xiang also looked at Deng Yuqing with gloating, showing a strange motherly warmth: "Ahua, are you injured? Come on, my sister lends you my chest to rely on, and if you want to cry, you can cry."

"Ahua..." Shuimi'er said repeatedly, laughing miserably, and she almost fainted in Zhen Lang's arms. She couldn't help but sigh: "Oh my God. What kind of magical twist is this? Our Queen Qing. Why did she suddenly become a village girl Ahua in the wind and snow?"

"Shut up!" Deng Yuqing's murderous aura covered a radius of ten meters. She walked over and sat next to Mo Xiang, staring at Zhen Lang sitting opposite him more conveniently, and said murderously: "Boy, who allowed you to call me Ah Hua?"

Zhen Lang said weakly: "I was not my name, I was talking about Deng Xuehua."

Deng Yuqing's murderous aura became even stronger: "Don't argue. Who approved you to call me Deng Xuehua?"

Zhen Lang very calm: "Is this still necessary to approve? I said yes."

When someone counterattacked with the original words, Deng Yuqing seemed to have been hit by the Murong family's way of giving the other person, but she was speechless.

"Good sword technique, this sword makes up for the charm of Xiao Li's flying sword." Mo Xiang couldn't help but like it and said in a very appreciative tone: "Senior brother, I can't tell that your bones are a talented person. Senior sister, I officially accept you. Your final blow looks very good as my style back then."

"It's indeed a martial arts world that has never been seen in a century. If you want to give Queen Qing a few more knifes, I want to upgrade you to a male best friend." Ye Yingying also praised Zhen Lang and said with emotion: "I'll wait a thousand years. I'm lucky to see Ahua getting a knife. It's worth the rest of my life. I'll treat you tonight and celebrate warmly. Those who are going to sign up quickly."

"I have something to do tonight, so I won't go." Deng Yuqing stood up, her beautiful eyes still staring at Zhen Lang, and gritted her teeth and said, "Boy, don't be proud. Today I am in a bad state, so I'll let you go for the time being. Next time I meet this palace, you won't be so lucky. It's better to ask God to worship Buddha and pray that it will not fall into my hands in this life!"

After leaving this common scene in the world, Deng Yuqing left without looking back.

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"No way, the queen covered her face and burst into tears?" Ye Yingying was shocked.

"Young man, what kind of sword technique you used just now? It's so powerful?" Mo Xiang was also stunned.

"You two don't pretend to be on the same front as us. You often messed with me a lot. Now my sister has a knife guarding her. How about you messing with me again in the future?" Shumier seemed to have got the Dragon Slaying Sword, and she put on the posture of having a knife in her hands. She attracted hatred everywhere, completely ignoring that others could bear it or not.

Seeing Zhen Lang shocking Queen Ahua with one's own sword, Mo Xiang and Ye Yingying felt pressured.

Neither of them dared to speak, and was quite afraid of this guy's elusive "sword technique".

"I really didn't expect this to be the result. Today I am really worth it." Seeing the two frightened lilies, Shuimi'er learned one of Su Jie's signature moves and stroked the old monk's long beard that did not exist near her chin from the air. Her expression was indescribable.

After a few seconds, she was lively and cute and half-kneeled on the sofa chair, leaned over and lay on Zhen Lang's shoulder, her little mouth pressed against his earlobe, and said with a weak mosquito voice: "My good little guy, congratulations on your successful transfer. You beat monsters today, scaring away a **oss, and my sister asked you to level 11."

Zhen Lang's eyes were wet, so stop talking about anything, just wipe away tears first.

It’s not easy. I’ve been able to survive until today and finally changed my job!

It's really good to go up to level 11 at once.

"Mi'er, let's get into the fight today and say something constructive." Mo Xiang took into account everything was wrong today and decided to stop talking nonsense, so she changed the topic: "I will build an account to hug you couple when I go back in the evening. Which profession is more suitable for me in magic?"

Shumier was angry when she heard this: "F-cup is amazing, why are you showing off? Don't you just want to play with a big tits?"

Mo Xiang was also angry: "Xiao Niu, you are so arrogant that you dare to mock anyone you see? Don't think that Su Jie will do it. If you are so domineering, be careful next time you go to the bathroom. Your swordsman, Yuanshui, can't relieve the near fire. If you get angry, I will rape you directly in the women's bathroom!"

Shuimi'er was shocked, and Zhen Lang was also shocked.

Only now did he realize that not only Su Jie puts pressure on people, but every girl around Shuimi'er puts pressure on people.

After finally reaching the change of jobs, Zhen Lang didn't want to cause trouble to make himself demoted, so he convinced himself with virtue: "Okay, if you say truce, you will have some principles. If you are not sure what you are suitable for playing, I will teach you a very simple method. When you log in to the game to create a character, there is an [Trial Mode] option in the lower right corner. Click in and try each profession branch. The highest rating is the one that suits you the most."

"This is still a matter of human words." Mo Xiang finally calmed down.

"Isn't that trial mode very depressing?" Ye Yingying still had some experience and became more depressed the more she said: "I tried it on May Day. The Human Flame Mage I built was only 56 points... Later, I went to the forum to check it out. It turned out that my rating was recognized as a sinkhole. It hit me badly and didn't want to play."

Zhen Lang finally understood why this girl could not beat the level 5 small dungeon and asked, "Have you tried another profession?"

Ye Yingying adheres to the principle: "I don't want to try other professions. If I recognize the mage, I will only play mages."

Zhen Lang suddenly felt a feeling of being in the same way and said, "Sometimes I think what I like is not the most suitable for me."

Ye Yingying: "How much does this mean?"

Zhen Lang was a little smoking a cigarette and sighed: "I used to think that my favorite thing was the thief. I played thief for seven years in several fantasy games. My thief in magic has only 63 overall rating."

"Who are you lying to? I really think we don't understand anything?" Mo Xiang expressed dissatisfaction and felt like she was insulted in the IQ: "If you only have 63 points, you are just a passerby in the game. How could you become an idol brother in Telecom Zone 2?"

Zhen Lang smiled: "That's because I changed to playing sacrificial rituals. My summoning sacrificial rating is more than 90."

"There is such a thing?" Mo Xiang was stunned for a moment, and suddenly stared at Zhen Lang and Shuimi'er with interest, and said with a smile: "How come this story sounds unique? I have also heard of your inspirational brother's story. Those seven years of thieves were also the tragedy between you and that class flower? In this way, our Mi'er is your summoning sacrifice. Have you finally found the person who suits you the most?"

Zhen Lang was stunned for a moment. He had never thought about this issue.

It seems that the same thing is being connected by Mo Xiang’s twists and turns.

Shuimi'er, who was rolling in Zhen Lang's arms, was also stunned.

Those in the authorities are confused, while those onlookers are clear.

She never noticed some things until Mo Xiang mentioned this interesting detail, and the samadhi fell into deep thought.

"Classmate, I'm very simple, don't lie to me." Ye Yingying broke the silence. She was a little moved. She seemed to be inspired and learned to learn from it: "What do you mean is that I will change to other professions and may be very powerful and will not fall into the sinkhole again?"

Zhen Lang gave a real example: "There was a person who looked very similar to you. He dreamed of becoming a generation of magic god in middle school. He played mages for six years from junior high school to high school. Others said that he insulted the profession of mages. Later, he graduated from high school and changed to playing warriors. Three years later he became the number one warrior in the national server, won the domestic league championship, wcg world champion..."

"I know, this person is Zhan Wushang. I saw him participate in an interview program on TV before. This person's story is so inspiring." Ye Yingying suddenly stopped sticking to the principles and developed a girlish vision: "Am I destined to become a female warrior like Athena? Well, I'll try playing a female warrior tonight."
Chapter completed!