Ghost Corps

First, Meteor Swallow's clean and neat [-]-[-], and then there is no lower limit of the ghost costume corps' [-]-[-]. The appetite of the audience has been raised to an unprecedented height-if the next team can't play a game that exceeds the limit of human beings, you I'm sorry for the audience.So the third group will be the two teams in the last round of PK of the game that day, which is a cup.

Even though they were evenly matched, they played a full game of seven to three, but they still didn't get the approval of the audience.In the final team competition, [-] people were fighting on the display screen, and the audience was discussing whether to form a team and build a trumpet to go to Jinghuashuiyue to see that magical hot land. Maybe the agent's policy has a strange inclination towards that server. That's why a bunch of strange things have been cultivated, and the teams in the player's bench are studying in private, what if they encounter a swollen ghost costume corps?Most of the conclusions drawn are... Shit, you can't memorize it so much, right?

When the first day of the cross-server PK competition came to an end, the bottom right corner of most players’ computers displayed 22:[-] Beijing time. Of course, a small number of children who lived abroad were not ruled out.

The cross-server arena is closed, and the audience and players are forced to return to their own servers. They really go back to their own homes and find their mothers.

The seven-member team stood at the entrance of the Jinghua Shuiyue Arena, discussing the upcoming activities.

Madman: "What are you doing now, go offline and sleep?"

2B: "Are you able to sleep?"

Your uncle: "I'm a little excited, hehe..."

Blood Bull: "My roommate and husband have moved out, so it doesn't matter what time I play the game."

438: "I'm spending the night at the Internet cafe today, no pressure."

Fang Zheng: "I said, we seem to be a hot post on the forum..."

Polly: "Disband in place, cut out to read posts."

Crazy&2B&438&Blood Cow&Uncle&Fang Zheng: "Do you have to gossip in such a serious tone!"

5 minutes later

Your uncle: "How can I be wretched! This is definitely a low-level gangster!"

Crazy: "Fuck, I just have money and love to make equipment, it's none of your business!"

438: "Oh, they say 748 is a RMB baby, I'm wronged..."

2B: "Some girls say I'm handsome! Haha! But sister Niu, don't worry, I'm sure you won't go out to flirt again!"

Fang Zheng: "Have you ever succeeded..."

Blood Bull: "Little Bird, did you and Xuanyuan still have a relationship? Are you two having sex?"

Polly: "Are you looking at the main forum discussion area?"

Blood Bull: "Ah, I'm sorry, I accidentally turned to the fandom area next door."

There is silence in YY.

Earth, so dangerous T_T

But there are still stupid earthlings jumping around in this dangerous land.

"I'm Sorry, I Love You——Remembering the Years Through the Looking Glass and the Moon in the Water"

Fang Zheng subconsciously adjusted YY to F2, and then began to browse carefully with a great feeling of not gossiping in vain.

From Polly's point of view, the poster used No.1 throughout the whole process, and wrote the ups and downs of love and hatred between himself and Xuanyuan, enough for Qiong Yao to destroy Xi Juan in seconds. I'm sorry for this plot even if I get back an Oscar statuette.

Posts followed by a formation of replies - together.

Fang Zheng frowned, and tried to imagine that paralyzed zombie pulling Xuanyuan's clothes and saying don't abandon me, and then Xuanyuan pulled away the other's hand sadly, saying, sorry, I can't give you what you want... Suddenly, in the night of May , chills TAT

Polly's voice suddenly came from the headset: "Nurse, go back to the game."

Fang Zheng in Infinity Brain was startled, feeling as if he had been caught for doing something bad, so he quickly said yes, only to find that the mic was off after he finished speaking, so he quickly turned it on, and said it again.

Just after switching back to the game, Polly seemed to have calculated the time correctly: "Expand the Legion warehouse, and I will put some materials in."

"Oh."

Fang Zheng ran back to the hall of the legion under the control of the mother who has milk, and Polly was waiting there.The army warehouse can only be expanded by the army commander. There are only seven people in the ghost costume army, and the army warehouse is also the lowest level.

"They're all materials, and no one buys them anyway, so put them here and use them if you need any equipment and accessories." Polly stuffed them while talking.

Fang Zheng watched the empty warehouse suddenly fill up, and felt an inexplicable sense of accomplishment. This feeling happened twice tonight, once when the team won a [-]-[-] victory, and once now.

"Then can I practice the baby?" 438 interrupted suddenly, obviously eavesdropping for a long time.

"Of course." Polly didn't even think about it.

438 is happy: "Polly, I love you!"

Polly readily accepted: "Well, normal."

Fang Zheng killed this narcissistic bastard a hundred times in a flash!

[Private chat] Crazy son: Is the warehouse expanded?

The secret chat that popped up suddenly made Fang Zheng stunned. The first reaction was why didn't he just say YY?Second reaction is...

I have a bad feeling =_=

[Private chat] If you have milk, you are a mother: Well, it's over.

[Private chat] Crazy boy: Okay, send me a photo now.

He knows it!

[Private chat] If you have milk, you are a mother: When did I say I would send you photos!

[Private chat] Crazy son: I sent you all~~

[Private chat] Crazy son: You can't deceive my pure feelings like this~~

[Private chat] If you have milk, you are a mother: In fact, the screenshot you sent was not opened.

[Private chat] Crazy son: Is it too late to say now...

Fang Zheng felt a headache, very painful.

[Private chat] If you have milk, you are a mother: Brother, just let me go, there is no sense of accomplishment for a killer to bully a nanny.

[Private chat] Crazy son: quite a few.

Nima...

[Private chat] If you have milk, you are a mother: If you do this again, I will help you out!

[Private chat] Crazy boy: All right, if you help me come out of the closet, I will officially chase you.

This feeling of threat... how strange it is swollen =_=

Unconsciously lighting a cigarette, Fang Zheng felt a little melancholy while puffing out the clouds.It's easy to infer why the crazy guy recognizes him. There are few players in the ghost suit, and he even meets a fellow who flirts with him in his spare time.But God knows that if you have milk, you are a mother. There is no limit to the wretchedness in the game, but the three-dimensional kite is definitely an otaku. What is an otaku, is that you can fall asleep with a humanoid pillow with Wu Yanzu pattern printed on it, and you can compare the PS of explosive photos in gay forums The handsome guy has a vicious tongue, and there is even a hidden corner of the computer hard drive that holds peerless movies that you can’t find with bad search engines. They are too embarrassed to look directly at each other.This is not a beautiful shyness, but low self-esteem. The handsomeness of the other party makes him look embarrassed, so the game is very good. You only recognize the account but not the person. You can give the account a soul, but there is no need to compulsively buy one get one free .

The game should never connect to the third dimension, because reality is never more beautiful than fantasy.

[Private chat] If you have milk, you are a mother: Stop teasing me, think about how to win the day after tomorrow.

[Private chat] Crazy boy: Is there any reward for winning?

[Private chat] Crazy son: head [smile]

[Private chat] If you have milk, you are a mother: The leader does not take out food, but he may consider promoting you as the deputy leader.

[Private chat] Crazy boy: Don't, zombies are doing a good job.

[Private chat] If you have milk, you are a mother: The two deputy heads are also fine.

[Private chat] Crazy boy: Do you want to hug left and right?

[Private chat] If you have milk, you are a mother: ...

[Private chat] Crazy son: 3P is too harsh, but if you like it, I can consider it.

Fang Zheng quietly pressed YY and pressed F2 again, and then dialed the number, he found that he was very familiar with this number now =_=

The other end quickly picked it up, and the voice was pleasant: "Why, you miss my voice after just saying a few words?"

Fang Zheng was so angry in his dantian, and after a while of deliberation, he finally yelled out what was in his heart: "You fucking fuck me—"

After yelling at Fang Zheng, he hung up the phone, but he still heard the other party's shameless laughter.

The outside of the game is rather wretched, and my combat power is a scumbag TAT

[Private Chat] Polly: Are you done talking?

[Private chat] If you have milk, you are a mother: Where did you put the monitor! ! ! !

[Private chat] Polly: You're typing too loudly on the keyboard.

[Private chat] If you have milk, you are a mother: ...

[Private Chat] Polly: But I should press F2 now.

[Private chat] If you have milk, you are a mother: ...

[Private chat] Polly: Let's PK after chatting.

[Private chat] If you have milk, you are a mother: Huh?

[Private chat] Polly: Didn't you miss the game today? Don't you feel itchy?

[Private chat] If you have milk, you are a mother: It's so itchy!

Polly didn't say anything more, and directly sent a friendly PK application, Fang Zheng readily accepted, and in the next second, he and Polly began to discuss each other in the army hall.

Knowing Polly until now, except for the sneak attack when we first met, Fang Zheng has never fought Polly since then. They teamed up to fight the BOSS. Now they are PKing again, which has a very subtle feeling, especially this time Polly is not Second him for the purpose, but left some leeway for every move. To put it bluntly, it was just to play with him, but it was not enough, so after a few PKs, Fang Zheng also had a good time playing.

Polly is in a good mood today, and Fang Zheng can feel it somehow.

After the sixth sparring session, the two of them sat on the ground, returning blood and mana, and Fang Zheng finally felt something strange.In the past, players could not be seen even if they were killed in the night of mirrors and moonlight. Occasionally, some players would be online, and they would hang up on the commercial street to sell things and sell accounts. Today is a good day, and they all came to the army hall? When Polly went to the warehouse to get materials, there were a few in the hall. Now that they finished playing, there are already a dozen or twenty unfamiliar faces in the hall, and all of them are fucking level 10 trumpets!

[Private chat] If you have milk, you are a mother: Does the agent have any new trends?How to add so many trumpets at once?

[Private chat] Polly: Onlookers.

[Private chat] If you have milk, you are a mother: Huh?

[Private chat] Polly: Our server is now a legendary artifact.

[Private chat] If you have milk, you are a mother: ...

Getting back to the point, but Fang Zheng somehow felt that the word "we serve" made people jealous.

[Private chat] Polly: In fact, it is the players who make the server gods, and the players who make the servers ghosts.

[Private chat] Where there is milk, there is mother: There is no feast that lasts forever.

[Private chat] Polly: Well, you can't force it.

Fang Zheng heard a trace of sadness from these words, he didn't know if this was his own illusion, because he had never joined the legion, and he had no way of feeling the loneliness of being scattered.

Seeing Polly's second sentence, Fang Zheng was stunned——

[Private chat] Polly: But it's always good to be together.

……

A month ago, Fang Zhenghou couldn't come to accompany him to Tianchi all night.

A month later, Fang Zheng had to turn our team to the sun if he wanted to meet someone.

……

[Private chat] Whoever has milk is a mother: Do you think our army will disband?

[Private chat] Polly: We haven't gotten together much yet.

[Private chat] If you have milk, you are a mother: Haha, that's right.

[Private chat] Polly: Whether you want to disperse or not, the key depends on the army commander.

[Private chat] If you have milk, you are a mother: ... I was ordered by the army commander! !

[Private chat] Polly: Well, it's still a professional booster.

[Private chat] Whoever has milk is a mother: Why do I think our group is getting more and more dangerous =_=

[Private Chat] Polly: Work hard, boy.

[Private chat] If you have milk, you are a mother: Xiaoniao, are you sure you got the script right...

The Flower in the Mirror and the Moon in the Water have been haunted for four months, and Fang Zheng has been struggling for four months.

And now, he feels that it's good that he hasn't left from the mirror.