As if in response to the call of their union president, all the distinguished players in the Xuanjia Camp roared:

"As brothers, come to Xuanjia Camp."

"No matter the wind or rain, Xuanjia Camp is waiting for you!"

The player "Call me Alin" clenched a fist with one hand and raised it above his head, roaring loudly:

"Brothers! Our slogan is!"

"muscle training!"

The players of Xuanjia Camp held hands.

Full of love.

"Brother Leisure, did you hear that?"

The player "Call me Alin" gazed at Leisure for a moment with an affectionate look on his face, and in his eyes was a glimmer of starlight in despair.

It's like the moment when the equipment is strengthened and scrapped.

That faint light.

"A woman will make you cry late at night, and money will make your wallet worthless."

"The lottery will make your family collapse, and the strengthening will make you exhausted mentally and physically."

"After all, it's a foreign object, so why don't you work out with me?"

For a moment, the corners of Lei Xian's mouth twitched slightly.

He probably knows what's going on with the players in Xuanjia Camp. Looking at these IDs, they all seem familiar.

Countless miserable days and nights.

It was they who sat at the door of the castle's back garden, holding their broken equipment and crying bitterly. They used their miserable looks to alert other players.

Don’t be a gambling dog!

After a leisurely moment, I suddenly felt that my tired body was suddenly full of strength.

There seemed to be no need to further strengthen his muscles, so he simply refused the invitation to "call me Alin".

"What, I'm sorry."

"I'm already planning to change my job to Feilong this week. If Feilong is a Feilong, it's enough to join the Blue Dragon Club. I'd better forget about your fitness club."

For a moment, Youyou felt that the reason for his refusal was very sufficient, and it was also very tactful.

However, the president of Xuanjia Camp, "Call me A-Lin", didn't think so.

"Brother Youxian, you're in trouble, huh huh huh~"

"Call me Alin" spread out his strong arms, the muscles on his shoulders were intertwined with each other, and a vague word "cai" was raised.

"Everything in the world can be used for fitness, so what's wrong with flying dragons, ohyeah♂"

"If you ask me, huh huh huh~, even a dog, a rabbit, or a chicken can have strong muscles as long as they have a dream."

"Look at my brothers in the union, how happy they are~"

I turned around leisurely for a moment and saw that the players in the Xuanjia Camp were indeed quite happy. They were holding hands with excited smiles on their faces.

The brotherly bond becomes intense while running.

I don't know why, but for a leisurely moment I smelled the scent of chrysanthemums.

"It doesn't matter, it's better to forget it."

"Come on you guys!"

After a leisurely moment, I was encouraged to call me Alin.

Then he quickly ran away from the strange trade union president who called me A-Lin, leaving only A-Lin with a plaintive look on his face.

After all, Xiwei is a qualified king.

How could he just enjoy himself on the road? He is not that kind of person.

He wasn't exactly enjoying himself lying on Kang Nai's body.

Although Kangnai opened the constant temperature wind shield for him.

Although Ruoyi's fair thighs behind her were fragrant, elastic and soft.

Although the honey-made biscuits Luoli fed him were delicious.

But Xi Wei swears.

He still allocated 0.1 points of his thoughts to the players.

Just like a leisurely conversation with calling me Alin.

"System, can players improve their physical attributes through exercise?"

[Ding! Of course you can, but the system has not recorded this kind of data. After all, in the system’s view, the possibility of players exercising is too low]

【Unless stimulated】

Xi Weixin said that he was just stimulated. Before he released the version announcement, the equipment of those players had exploded.

Some big guys who originally had a 5, but because they had a lot of materials, they went to Kangnai to gamble.

Good guy.

Instantly return to before liberation.

When he thought of this, Xiwei couldn't help but move a handful of Kang Nai's soft scales.

Only the place where he lay was soft.

This is what Kangnai did intentionally.

"Uh-huh, dear, I hate it~"

Kangnai's sweet voice sounded in Xiwei's heart, like a feather sweeping back and forth, itching.

"Oh, you stupid dragon."

Xiwei remained unmoved and even moved a few more times.

"Dad, a swift pigeon is coming~"

Kangnai saw a few swift pigeons hovering outside the wind shield and knew it was an important matter, so he didn't act naughty at this time and immediately let these little guys in.

Gugu flew to the King of Winter in confusion, his green bean-sized eyes looking at the other swift pigeons with some doubts.

Isn’t it the only owner of a swift pigeon?

Why are there so many swift pigeons here?

Maybe they flew from somewhere else?

Gugu didn't understand.

As a tameable second-level flying monster, it has limited intelligence and can only recognize some simple things. For example, the man in front of it called the Winter King is one of its favorite humans.

Xiwei took off the copper pipes tied to Xun Ge's feet one by one, and couldn't help but feel a little sad.

The entire southern continent has been covered with magic net.

There are magic teleportation arrays everywhere, and now the Winter Kingdom still relies on swift pigeons for communication.

It is simply the difference between a beggar and a king.

But there is no way around it.

The Northern Continent is rich in knights but lacks mages.

In the past, it was called a barbarian land by the countries in the Southern Continent. This kind of thing has been going on for seven or eight centuries.

Over time.

In order not to be called a barbarian mage.

Also in order to obtain better development opportunities, more and more talented mages born in the Northern Continent are going to live in the Southern Continent.

The information in these copper tubes is the same.

Irons was as cautious as ever.

The contents of the parchment were not only completely scrambled, but also encrypted with special characters. Only he and Clemon could understand them in the entire Winter Country.

"The third prince of the Orc Royal Court, Perlo Horrorhammer. He is 1.74 meters tall and weighs 73 kilograms. His weapon is a master-level machete... He likes to lick feet and write poems??

"emmm..."

Xiwei frowned.

Discovering this is not easy.

What kind of weird habit is this?

If he didn't completely trust Aarons in his heart, he would even think that this information was wrong.
To be continued...