Lowering his head and lining up silently, Ling Yun couldn't help but lick his lips. He wondered how much the 40th floor of the Sharpshooter guide was worth. 20 gold coins, 30 gold coins. Well, it seems like they don't have that much money. Even if they have money, the reputation is worth it. It's also a hurdle, and the monsters in the tower are definitely all kinds of perverts.
Ling Yun suppressed his smile and walked forward with the team.
At this time, several players were discussing how many levels they had reached, how awesome they were, etc. They were all students.
At this moment, Ling Yun suddenly felt that his clothes were being pulled down.
"Hi, sorry to bother you, brother, are you the God of Death?" The speaker was a fair-looking student wearing glasses.
Ling Yun coughed twice, put down his windbreaker, "I think you admitted your mistake," turned around and disappeared into the teleportation point of Babel Tower.
The boy with glasses adjusted his high-end myopia glasses, with a determined look on his face, "Yes, that is definitely Brother Death. I can't make a mistake, he is an idol."
"Brother Death, your sister," a tall boy next to him slapped him hard on the head, "go back and ask your mother to get you a new pair of myopia glasses. Everything is dazzled."
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Just now, we almost didn't show our flaws. Now that the war is coming, if the Fengshen Legion Guild finds out that they are in the Tower of Babel, it will definitely cause a lot of trouble.
Ling Yun stood quietly on the 40th floor, closing his eyes tightly. At this moment, his heart was as calm as water. This was the best way to adjust his mentality and stimulate his fighting spirit before the war.
"Dad, let's go," Xiao Diao Chan held Ling Yun's hand, looking very naughty.
Ling Yun slowly opened his eyes and walked straight to the next floor without saying a word.
I looked at my reputation points and saw that I still had a lot of them. I guess I would have no problem reaching level 80.
His eyes lit up, and Ling Yun instantly turned to stone.
Beauties, five delicate beauties.
A pretty face as bright as the sun, a sexy crimson three-point mage robe, towering mountain peaks, charming ravines, seductive navel, and two little white legs dangling in front of her eyes, making her dizzy and making her blood boil.
The small red staff was waved gently, strong fire elements spread out, and the surrounding temperature rose sharply.
"Wow, there's another handsome Onii-chan..."
"Do you want to have barbecue today?"
"I want to eat grilled loli,"
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The beauties screamed, it seems that their taste is not that strong.
Fiery flames suddenly rose from under your feet,,153,,148.
Five fire walls intertwined on the ground to form a five-pointed star pattern, followed by meteorites, fire rain, and explosive flames.
,243,,196...The flames were so fierce that the fire swallowed Ling Yun instantly.
"Hey," a sneer came from the raging fire, and he activated the skills on the Heart of Holy Fire. Ling Yun walked slowly with the Blade of Destruction, dragging a long row of MISS behind him. All the magic attacks were unable to cause him any damage. A hint of danger.
"Bah, these girls are so enthusiastic," Ling Yun spat. He currently had less than 100 health points left. If he didn't have the Heart of the Holy Fire, he would probably have killed the roasted suckling pig.
Seeing that the attack was ineffective, the beauties picked up their skirts and fled in panic.
The blade of destruction shimmered with cold light, like a cold star in the flames, harvesting lives one by one.
The elemental shield shattered into dots of fluorescent light, and the last beautiful mage fell in a pool of blood. Ling Yun couldn't help but lift up her skirt and rubbed her little buttocks twice. It felt great.
Ding, if you pass the 41st floor of Babel Tower, you will be rewarded with 410,000 experience points.
Along with the system prompts, little Diao Chan's body glowed with golden light. This Tower of Babel is definitely a good place for pets to upgrade.
"Dad, Dad, how bad are you? Why are you lifting up your sister's skirt?" Little Diao Chan came bounding over, sucking her fingers.
Ling Yun curled his lips and rubbed the beautiful woman's chest twice more, "Dad is not bad, dad is looking for a pair of panties for you to wear."
As the level increases, I find that Little Diao Chan's body gradually grows up, and she feels like the girl next door has grown up. Maybe by the time she reaches level 40 or 50, she will become a graceful and graceful girl.
With Ling Yun's equipment and skills, and this violent little lolita, the two of them successfully reached the entrance to the 50th floor.
The rich experience allowed Xiao Diaochan to directly rise to level 24, while Ling Yun also reached level 34 with 18% experience. Looking at the level ranking list, Guale Menggan is still leading the way. Now he is level 36, second on the ranking list. The name is a guy named Sanmai Pure Man, and he has actually reached level 36.
The 100-story Tower of Babel has reached nearly one-half. The further back you go, the richer the experience rewards will be, but the challenges that will follow will also be more difficult.
Level 50: Sword and Rose.
In front of the teleportation point stands a giant flower-steel stone monument, with a row of powerful characters engraved on it: Please do not challenge my dignity with your ignorance, Niokai.
There is also a small stone tablet next to the stone tablet, which is actually engraved with a line of beautiful small words in Martian script: I really want to hold you tight, KISS,,, Monica.
One strong and one soft, there is a murderous aura hidden in each line, and that invisible pressure makes Ling Yun's breathing become heavier.
After a slight pause, he looked at the words on the stone tablet solemnly, his brows furrowed into a knot, "Little Diao Chan, come back, the next floor is very dangerous,"
"No, dad, I still want to play," although little Diao Chan now looks like a seven or eight-year-old lolita, she can't change her habit of acting coquettishly.
"Okay, you'd better take care of yourself," Ling Yun couldn't do anything about his daughter's coquettish behavior.
The scene on the fiftieth floor is very special. There is a two-meter-square boulder under your feet, with dozens of tall stone pillars standing around it. Rows of seats are neatly arranged in the stands, as if you are in a giant gladiator. The venue is average.
In the center of the arena was a golden treasure chest, with a muscular man and a heroic foreign beauty sitting on the chest.
He has a big Chinese character face, a beard, sharp angles on his face, purple gold and bright silver armor, and a super-large giant sword stuck on the ground, which is even bigger than the crazy god of the chicken woman.
The foreign little beauty has silver-white short ear-length hair, a goose-shaped face, a tall nose, and energetic purple eyes. She is wearing a British women's special operations uniform, playing with the metal gloves on her hands, sitting cross-legged on the treasure box and talking to the big man Chat.
Ling Yun couldn't help but think of that American beauty named Linna.
Ta-ta-ta.
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The sound of leather boots on the stone slabs is crisp and sweet.
The big man stood up slowly, exuding a boundless domineering air, "Monica, there are toys delivered to your door,"
"Humph, Neokai, he's mine, you can't snatch it from me," Monica's voice was like a silver bell. She held the treasure chest with one hand and made a Thomas reverse spin to fall to the ground.
