The first military division of the holographic online game

The four of them came out at about the same time, Mo Zou Wuhen rubbed his shoulders, and looked at the poor road: "It's hidden deep enough, Ah Ling, did you think about when to use it on me?"

Pindao glanced at him very coldly, rather stingy and unwilling to reply him a word.

The gentleman stood beside Mo Zou Wuhen like the wind, looking at his slightly dazed younger brother.

Brother Xiaofeng is a little stunned now, looking at that expression, he feels a little empty, as if he is thinking about something and isolating his surroundings. His fingers unconsciously touch the petals of the roses he took out from his backpack, and he becomes a person who thinks about life. Quiet handsome man.

"Xiaofeng, what's the matter with you?" Ruyu, a gentleman who observed his younger brother meticulously, said, "What are you thinking?"

Junzi Rufeng was taken aback by his brother's call, and realized that he was holding the rose in a daze, so he put the flower back in his backpack in embarrassment, and walked over without even looking at it. , After pushing Mo Zuo Wuhen aside, his eyes drifted here and there, but he didn't fall on the opposite Pindao very cold.

Pindao lowered his eyes very coldly, as if he was a little disappointed, but his face was always cold, and no one noticed such a slight change.

Mo Zuo Wuhen glanced back and forth between the two of them, touched his chin—hey, these two things are really interesting.

Because little brother Xiaofeng's mind is in a mess now, naturally he didn't notice that there was something extra in his brother's hand at all.

"Don't move." Junzi Ruyu held Junzi Rufeng expressionlessly: "What happened? You're very anxious."

"Ah?" The gentleman moved his hands like the wind, his expression on his face was a little stiff: "It's nothing, nothing will happen to me, don't worry about me, bro."

Gentleman Ruyu looked at him straight, seeing that little brother Xiaofeng was so guilty, he couldn't help but look away and didn't dare to look at his brother, he always felt that his brother's eyes that could see everything could see him now Same inner turmoil.

Pindao was very cold and kept looking at the gentleman like the wind, and the look in his eyes became a little sad again.

"Hey~ brother~" Mo Zuo Wuhen walked over and patted him on the shoulder, leaning into his ear and whispering: "Don't give up, this kind of thing can't be said to be a success, I think brother Xiaofeng is too How about a rough nerve, why don't you wait for the offline brother to find some love cheats for you to learn from? Or, well, can these two couples help you too?"

These two couples naturally mean that the old monk is very handsome and the poor monk is very cool. These two people also got online almost after they entered the active plane. The activity was done, and it is almost out now.

"Hey, why are you all standing here?" The old man is very handsome with a gentle smile on his face. It seems that he is in a really good mood. You must know that Mo Zuo Wuhen and Pindao are very cold. Because there are things to deal with, and the two girls and the poor girl are so beautiful, she completely gave herself a vacation and went to the festival with her other half!

This is a heavy blow to the soul and even the body of the two single dogs.

Seeing that the two were in pairs, Mo Zuo Wuhen sighed slightly...

Hey...Although now he can live with Brother Yu for a little while, but...there is still no such atmosphere in it, um...for the first time, I feel so stuffy...I really want to be popular and hate this Two couple dogs with a sour smell.

The poor monk is very cool. He has always taken it as a great pastime to make trouble for Mozuo Wuhen, but in the end he is always turned into a pastime. Ever since he saw that this person who has always been inconspicuous suddenly has some signs of falling in love At that time, after spending a happy Tanabata with the handsome old man, he deeply understood that there was finally a way to bully Mo Zou Wuhen who always liked to bully others.

A happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the poor monk's cool eyes fell on the four people in front: "Yo."

Mo Zou Wuhen almost squatted on the ground and drew circles, and it was cool to stare directly at the poor monk, just a blank stare.

"It's Qixi Festival, what's the matter? Is there no one to spend it with?" The poor monk raised his chin coolly, looking very unbeatable, and even wrapped his arms around the handsome waist of the old monk beside him, and moved possessively I pulled it in my arms.

Ever since, the faces of the two people in front of them darkened.

Mozuo Wuhen forced himself to smile, making himself look very kind.

"Baji..." The old monk is very handsome and didn't realize it, he just felt a domineering hand pinch his chin and turned it to one side. The handsome lips sucked hard and let out an ambiguous "tsk".

"Oh, are you envious?" After kissing, the handsome old man yelled at Mo Zou Wuhen very childishly amidst the panting of passers-by.

The corners of Mo Zuo Wuhen's mouth twitched - as expected, he would have to return it sooner or later after he came out to play around, and the others who had gone out before would also come back sooner or later, how angry!

The old man was very handsome and was a little stunned. After he finished his stupefaction, he smiled brightly, so brightly that he seemed to have a murderous look.

Stretching out a hand to pinch the cool ear of the poor monk, the old man's handsome tone was still gentle and gentle, without any trace of anger: "What are you doing? There are so many people here?"

"Hey!" The poor monk yelled coolly, held the hand in his own and pulled it down to save his ear, and raised his voice: "Don't pull the ear! If you have the ability, you can pull it elsewhere! Look at me How many bucks have been scratched by you on the waist! Two more won't get in the way!"

The old man's face turned red, and his eyes silently moved over the other's thin waist.

Cough cough, I remembered some disharmonious things, how could there be any bruises on that waist!The skin is tight and hard, and it's still a bit sensitive. Once you pinch it... who wants to pinch it!

The couple here is already bursting with pink bubbles, and the four of them over there are one indifferent, one dazed and silly, one so sad that it is almost covered with dark clouds, and the other is so cold that everyone around can't help it Take a detour.

"I have a suggestion. I don't know if I should say it or not?" Mo Zuo Wuhen looked at Pindao coldly with a smile.

Pindao glanced at him coldly and arrogantly: "Tell me."

Mo Zuo Wuhen's smile gradually changed: "What do you think we will kill that guy together?"

Lifting his chin, needless to say that the poor monk is very cold, he knows who he is referring to, isn't it just that the poor monk is very cool.

"Speaking of which, the two of us should be a family of brothers and sisters." Mo Zuo Wuhen said quietly: "And he...is the class/level enemy."

Pindao was very cold and continued to emit air-conditioning: "Well, yes."

Ever since, Mo Zuo Wuhen stepped forward, and the two brothers put their arms around the poor monk's cool shoulders: "This place is too crowded, let's leave first, you have finished the task, and you can keep it." It’s not interesting, it just so happens that I have a task here, please help me do it.”

Just now, Mo Zuo Wuhen and Pindao were very cold when they communicated with each other because they were getting close. The flirting two over there really didn't pay attention to what the two of them were muttering about, so Mo Zuo Wuhen In other words, because of the brotherhood of Kanavia and the underpants love they grew up together, of course the two followed Mo Zou without a trace.

The gentleman Ruyu walked quietly, Mo Zou Wuhen hooked up with the poor monk very coolly, and quickly stepped back and walked beside him.

Seeing Junzi Rufeng wandering away again, Mo Zou Wuhen immediately reached out and clasped Junzi Ruyu's left hand, his fingers forcefully squeezed into the other's fingers, intertwined with Brother Yu's ten fingers, and his eyes fell involuntarily. On the twinkling ring, Mo Zuo Wuhen's smiling face, which had been distorted by the poor monk's cool anger, returned to its original shape, looking very happy.

Junzi Ruyu turned to look at him: "Are you happy?"

Mo Zuo Wuhen nodded: "Happy."

Junzi Ruyu looked at his hand, moved his fingers, and actually clasped the opponent's hand tightly.

Mo Zuo Wuhen was taken aback for a moment, and looked at him in surprise.

However, Brother Yu was still expressionless, looking at him very innocently: "Would you be happier if you hold hands with me? Just like Xiaofeng, Xiaofeng will be happy when I touch his head."

Mo Zou Wuhen: "..." Ah Ling, I limit you to take down Brother Xiaofeng for me in a short period of time!

"Holding hands...holding hands? What holding hands?!" The dazed little brother Xiaofeng finally came to his senses. When he was the first to hold hands and said it, he involuntarily glanced at the poor and very cold man with slender fingers beside him. hand, and then the second hand in hand... and shot at Mo Zou Wuhen on the other side with a single glance.

Mo Zou Wuhen turned his head and smiled brightly at Brother Xiaofeng.

Brother Xiaofeng narrowed his eyes—do you want to tell Brother Dao that Mo Zuo Wuhen is going to do something bad?

But after thinking about it, there are two people who are going to make trouble, and brother Leng also wants to be together, so let's not talk about it.

In this way, the six of them left the city and walked to the endless flower field outside Nierli City. The flowers are all magic plants...the size is not comparable to those in the city, and each flower is as big as a beetle. hormones, and they are like ants walking between flowers.

Mo Zuo Wuhen looked around—well, this place is good, and it's quite elegant to bury this thing.

He and Pindao looked at each other very coldly, and the poor monk who was walking not far in front felt pain coming from his back, and the long knife reflexively came out of its sheath with a "choke", turned around and slashed, However, not to mention just hitting the air, a long arrow was already very close at hand, and it was still heading straight for his head.

"Fuck! You two are sick!" The poor monk is so cool, but he doesn't understand that Mo Zuowuhen and Pindao are very cold, and they are famous for themselves!

But looking at his floating transparent blood strip, the poor monk was very cool and immediately turned indifferent.

Two hits lost nearly half of the blood, are you serious about getting two reds? !

The handsome old man looked at this development and had no intention of making a move at all. Instead, he saw that the poor monk was very cool and after being beaten, he retreated leisurely, watching the group of people fighting under the flowers with great interest.

The poor monk is so cool to grind his teeth, two people deal with him alone!Too shameless: "If you have the ability to single out!"

Obviously, impossible.

Mo Zuo Wuhen smiled kindly at him: "One-on-one? Do you think I'm stupid or are you stupid?"

The poor monk stared at him coolly: "Oh, I don't think you dare?"

Mo Zuo Wuhen blinked his eyes: "Yes, I dare not, so Ah Ling must help me~ I'm so afraid that he will cut me off directly~"

The poor monk is very cool: "..." Sure enough... shameless with no bottom line.

The scene was once chaotic, so chaotic that not only the sounds of various skills could be heard, but also Mo Zou Wuhen's murmurs.

"I let you show affection to my face! I let you show! It hurt my fragile heart, do you know it! Do you think that you have nothing to do recently because you have nothing to do, so your mind is filled with those yellow wastes of love and love? Is it? I will tell the higher-ups tomorrow how much you dislike Pi Zisong for not giving you a mission!"

The poor monk is very cool: "..." Sure enough, no one can compare to this guy.

In the end, the poor monk was so cool that there was only a dangerous trace of blood left, and they stopped fighting.

Junzi Ruyu walked over at this time, slipped his hand in the air, and saw a dark green magic circle appearing under Mo Zuo Wuhen's feet, and Mo Zuo Wuhen's blood began to slowly rise.

"????" The old monk looked at the skill strangely: "What kind of skill is this?"

Gentleman Ruyu waited quietly for Mo Zuo Wuhen's blood to refill before explaining to everyone's curious eyes: "The Curse of Life of the Witch Del, a blood-boosting skill of the wizard, and the Witch Del is the god of witch doctors among the wizards. "

The poor monk is very cool, the poor monk folded his arms and stared at the old man with displeasure, he is very handsome--you see, everyone has been blooded, and you, an orthodox daddy, ignore your husband who has only a trace of blood left? ? ?

The poor monk glanced at the gentleman like the wind with a cold and indifferent face...

Hey... It seems that Brother Leng is particularly miserable among the six...

The author has something to say: Don't think too much, Brother Yu's actions are very simple, as pure as Lunsu!

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