After confirming that the footsteps from the other party had indeed gone far, Gong Yancai glanced at Dai Lian, who was in deep thought, and Gong Yancai murmured to herself in confusion, "Why does she want to teach me?"
"Separate!" Dai Lian's eyes flashed with divine light and he was so sure, "Stop it! She may be doubting us!"
With a guilty conscience, Dai Lian was a little panicked when he saw these two people, but he felt that since he had covered it up perfectly, there shouldn't be a big problem.
He just didn't know if Yanzi had any flaws, and he couldn't know how Yanzi performed specifically under too weak light conditions.
But swallows are very smart, so they should be able to figure it out easily.
Dai Lian pinched his chin and analyzed rationally, "The NPC in this world has no concept of our identity as players. In her eyes, we are just members of a small force in the underworld... Although this is indeed the case. If we follow the normal rules
In this case, our forces have chosen to fight against the Arbiter, and she teaches you these skills for free, which will undoubtedly make you jealous within the organization. In the end, there may be some conflicts and we can get some clues about you.
.but……"
"Don't worry about the swallows."
It can only be said that these NPCs understand people's hearts, but they don't understand players.
It doesn’t matter if it’s a hook or bait, just take it as ordered!
As for the adults... let alone the adults can't find it, even if the adults find it, so what?
Wenjie's precedent has been set before. It is obvious that the adults don't care about people in the organization finding people from other forces to steal their lessons.
All you can learn are skills.
Before, Dai Lian had some doubts as to why the adults had such strong confidence in the members of his own organization, as if they would not defect after being in other organizations for a long time, which was so idealistic that it was a bit naive.
After what happened to the Rat Man, I discovered that adults do not have confidence in the members of the organization, but in themselves.
[No need to make self-sacrificial decisions, I can bear the consequences of all your choices.]
That back view is so glorious and majestic that it’s unbelievable.
This suffocating kingly charm is the source of his confidence.
"Let's go, continue, pretend they don't exist." Dai Lian cleaned up the mess and checked for any gaps.
Some of the rats injured by Franka are still struggling a little. If they are ignored, they may bleed to death, but the heads are not their own, so it is definitely a waste.
[Hit the target with a melee attack, and combat mastery experience +4.]
[The battle is over, gain 3 combat experience points.]
[You killed a plague rat, and the progress of "Side Mission - Clearing Out the Rat Swarm" is 15/100. 】
Pick up a few knives~ Hehe.
Just now Yanzi followed the opponent to kill him, and his progress was probably a long way behind him. He had to hurry up and keep up.
Gong Yan seemed to have just come out of the confusion of the unexpected incident, "That's right, leave her alone, let's continue..."
"That's right, hurry up and finish the task. I also want to see Kuang Xin boxing..."
A place like the Underground Black Boxing did not sound like a friendly place to get along with. He was afraid that Kuang Xin would be sold and he would count the money for others...
…
"Squeaks ~" A group of epidemic mice was squeezed together in the dark sewer, and the scene of the peristalsis was enough to scare some courageous children.
The "King" disappeared...
The "King" abandoned them!
They need a new "king"!
A plague rat with black, hard and shiny fur slowly stood upright and stood up quietly from the chaotic group of rats. It was like a rock in the sea, unshakable...
…
In the hazy night mist, the woman made her final appeal, "Hans, you have to understand that people don't get better physically as they get older, let alone feel that their hands and feet become more flexible... You are already very old.
Now, don’t imitate those young lads who are reckless and aggressive.”
"I know, I know... I'm just going to take a look." Old Hans was a little impatient, "Don't you have some money in your hand... I'm going to see if I can give it a try."
"It's up to you... Anyway, you tricked me with your evil heart, so you can just export it."
"What's wrong with you? Don't say it so harshly. It's not like you don't know about this. Okay, I'm leaving. You go to sleep first and don't wait for me."
"I know..." the woman complained and muttered. The moment she closed the door, she crossed her arms and glanced suspiciously into the surrounding darkness, "The weather is getting colder..."
After lying on the bed and hesitating for a moment, the woman finally got up and lit a grease lamp on the table.
The woman's shadow was reflected on the wall under the swaying dim flames, and wisps of smoke were floating on the shadow.
"Leave a light for him..." The woman fell asleep peacefully.
…
The underground black boxing is not underground, just in a solid concrete building.
The city has been developing and changing for many years, and some of the buildings that were originally ambitiously built outside were abandoned before being used. Just like human ambition, they slowly retreated into the city.
The harsh music of heavy metal forcibly stimulates the body's hormone secretion, and the sound of explosions makes the eardrums almost burst.
The most primitive impact causes the most primitive stimulation, and people with boring lives also need a little impact to shake their already dead hearts.
They did not have the courage to set foot on the battlefield, and could only find some proof of survival in the hustle and bustle of people.
The old steps stepped onto the dusty concrete floor, and the decaying heart beat fiercely with the heavy bass.
He clutched the hundred black water coins tightly in his arms, which seemed to be a gift from God for his poor life.
Let him regain the passionate impulse of his youth again when he is old and frail.
Money is a man's courage.
I don't know why, but the moment he got the money from that kid, his body seemed to have awakened at the same time.
Like the bravest warrior, his physical strength grows without limit in his body, thirsting for blood and the glory of battle.
Be a fool who challenges the windmill! Recklessness is closer to courage than cowardice!
Men want to fight!
Slipping into the lively crowd, excited hormones filled the air along with sweat beads. Smelling the smell of sweat, body odor, and alcohol, Old Hans' eyes became bloodshot and red with excitement.
I found a position where I could squeeze my head out, and looked through the huge hole in the iron net with a pair of cloudy eyes at the duel taking place on the field.
The two muscular men were flailing, with blood flowing from their noses and swollen faces.
The bright red liquid stimulates people's nerves, and violent desires can only be vented through the younger body.
Man, I want to place a bet!
"The race has started! No betting allowed."
"tui!" Old Hans clutched the 100 black water coins in his arms and spat at the opponent's back.
"Hmm...huh?" As he walked away disappointed, he glanced around, and there seemed to be a very familiar figure in front of the relatively quiet registration desk.
