Xu Wanru walked into the room without wearing a coat, but with a blanket on her face. She looked tired, as if she had just woken up and hadn't slept well.
Kong Cheng was about to start a fight and had no time to talk to her. He could only ask without looking away, "Are you awake?"
"if not?"
"..."
Kong Cheng thought to himself, why is this woman so angry?
"Who is this girl?" Xu Wanru asked nonchalantly.
"Which one?" Kung Cheng pretended to be stupid and turned off the microphone, "I'm turning on the mic, what are you doing?"
"I'm just asking, why are you nervous?"
"Sister, I beg you, let me finish this fight properly. After the fight, I have thought about it. I will stop playing games and spend time with you."
"Okay, I will interrogate you after the beating." She believed that her husband could not cheat, but a small quarrel was considered a little fun between husband and wife when there was a chance, not to mention she was still pregnant, no matter what Han Rui was like The guy still has to let her go.
The two have been separated for some time, and Xu Wanru inexplicably misses the days when they quarreled every day and made pots and pans uneasy.
"Get ready to start fighting! Stop chatting!" When Kongcheng saw that a group of people were making up stories about a fire in his backyard and it was going to be over, he was so angry that he quickly turned up the volume and shouted twice to make them nervous.
Xu Wanru said, pulling up a chair and sitting next to him.
Just like back then, when the two were not yet divorced, she was sitting next to him impatiently and unwilling to leave. She felt sleepy just looking at him.
In contrast, perhaps because she had just woken up today, she was not sleepy.
Kongcheng called people to come in, and then before the monsters were refreshed, he started to tell everyone what to do, for fear that they would forget, just like a teacher who is prescribing questions before the college entrance examination.
Xu Wanru was bored on the sidelines and looked at the screen carefully. The graphics of Warcraft played in Kongcheng were much rougher than the "official server" she played before, and the style of painting was slightly different, but the actions and operation methods were basically the same. .
She saw Kongcheng controlling a female character holding a staff, well-dressed and jumping into the venue like a young lady, and thought to herself: "Are all men like this? They always like to look young and well-dressed. A girl?"
But at this time, she knew that he was turning on the microphone, so she didn't complain. She sat dully and watched the game quietly.
Before the next three monsters appeared, Kongcheng was saying many difficult words while using his mouse to click continuously in the middle of the rectangular cube composed of small frames of many colors.
She couldn't hold it back and asked in a low voice: "What is this little frame?"
"Team framework, this is their health." Now everyone is familiar with it, and there is basically no situation of carrying three or four layers of Shadow Arrow debuffs to take damage, so the pressure on the group health is not great, and the empty city casually presses Skills increase blood, and he explained to Xu Wanru in a low voice: "This is the health bar of my teammates. I click on them to use skills to increase blood."
Although the whispers between the two of them were quiet, you could still hear a little bit in the room. The leader's wife supervised the battle, and everyone did not dare to breathe.
The first two mobs were dead, and a few warlocks were still dragging the purple light to absorb souls. Chen Yu had already run over to accumulate five stars, and went straight to the place where the melee combat was established. The empty city saw him as a thief accumulating stars. The movement of turning around and running away was extremely slick. When he saw that he was used to being lazy, he laughed and cursed: "Chen Yu! This little monster still has more than half of his health. Why don't you stop fighting?"
Chen Yu also laughed. You can't just say that you can't be too lazy to fight long-range teammates because you can save yourself stars in advance, right? I can only type and argue: There is a debuff.
Kongcheng was a healer. Knowing that the Shadow Arrow debuff on his body had long been removed by the cloak, he could only smile: "If you don't learn the good ones, you have to learn the bad ones! Melee combat is almost ruined by Ye Xue."
Ye Xue looked confused: "What does his laziness have to do with me?"
The empty city greeted everyone to take their positions. After all, the entire P1 still had to disperse and follow the process. Only the melee combatants were already standing together, waiting for the last mob to die and the boss to appear.
At the same time, the rhythm of the Wings of Judgment is faster than theirs. In comparison, Lao Ba's overall efficiency in running corpses, entering the capital to eat and drink is a little higher than that of Wandering in the Clouds, so the fight starts earlier.
Fang Yuanzheng noticed this and carefully observed the number of attempts made by both parties' plug-ins. It seemed that Wandering Cloud had been trapped - even though it lasted longer than Wandering Cloud almost every time, it still took more attempts than Wandering Cloud. once.
If Wings of Judgment passes this time, it will be a victory of execution.
In comparison, Walking in the Clouds is much more relaxed and free. Every time there is a corpse run, there are people making jokes, chatting and having fun, which is much worse than Lao Ba's execution. But they are much more reckless. This style is not dominant in Muru, but Kil'jaeden is a boss that is relatively friendly to muscle groups who like personal performance.
Therefore, Wandering Cloud, which has ranged, healed, melee, and tanks fighting relatively independently, performed very poorly in the early stage, but now there is a chance to decide the outcome.
Observing the combat time carefully, Wings of Judgment is almost a minute faster. The boss here has just come out, and the other side is about to enter P2 and exit the mirror.
The old president frowned. It was already late at night. Both sides were clenching their teeth and fighting until the last moment. The people they could recruit and the accounts they could change were basically squeezed to the limit. Wandering Cloud's milkshasa changed to another one. Young man, there is a new double-sword thief on the Wings of Judgment, the swordsman Camus, who is also an old thief with very strong output.
Now we can make a preliminary judgment, that is, as long as Judgment Wings can pass, they will basically win. After this one is destroyed, it will be a turn to see whether Wandering Cloud can pass, and due to the gap in execution between the two sides, this time difference will become wider and wider. The bigger. At this time, this time difference can be said to be fatal.
There was a mirror image on the Wings of Judgment, and it turned out to be a warrior mirror image! Not really lucky. But Camus didn't panic at all, and tapped lightly on the keyboard a few times. Open the Impulse Flurry and Dodge together, and then the bomb. Hit it twice and disappear, cancel the stealth macro, and continue to output wildly. The electrostatic capacitive keyboard he uses has a very quiet sound. You can hardly hear the sound even when playing games late at night. The touch of triggering rebound is much sharper than ordinary keyboards.
Camus never presses buttons crazily when playing games, but only clicks alone when he is leisurely. After all, the thief's public CD is one second, so pressing more times is useless.
What he was more happy about was that the thief he borrowed actually had a Chaos Blade Jacket, and his equipment was more than half graduated from Sunwell, which was better than his own account. The other party saw that Camus was really anxious, so he lent it to him as a fellow thief.
After all, fortunately, Qinling is also a small anchor. The guilds, names, etc. are all there. If there are any unexpected disputes, the rightful owner can be found and resolved easily.
At this moment, the special effects of his double swords were triggered, and in conjunction with the impulsive dance, numbers appeared one after another. The peak damage in the damage statistics started from two thousand nine, broke through four thousand, and went straight to five thousand. He felt relieved and said to himself: "How can a hunter be as fun as a thief? Far from it!"
At the same time, Fang Xiaozhou also sighed secretly: "Hunter is so fun! I can play this profession for a lifetime and never get tired of it."
There's nothing to be proud of. When I was playing ball, I used the Raptor Dance Wheel to hit the passing Shadow Orb finishing knife. I just killed it but didn't hit it. The limit of Raptor Dance is the script! What he just performed was a script-level operation. An idea flashed in his mind. He fired at a high speed, turned around, chased the moving target, and swung a raptor, cutting off the remaining health orb. A feeling of pleasure from winning the bet filled my body.
In terms of pure output, this is not an excellent operation. Even if there are no mistakes, DPS will not be added. After all, no one can break the armor of Shadow Orb. But the Shadow Orb teammate was slow to hit, and when he floated over, he attracted all of Fang Xiaozhou's attention: "I really want to chop it!" Such thoughts emerged in his mind, and it was suddenly difficult to suppress it.
Although he was in a melee position, he found a separate position to the side to prevent the sparks in P1 from affecting too much DPS and to make it easier to play. He used the normal cycle to hit the orb and watched it slowly float closer. He kept estimating whether the output cycle would be sufficient when it came to him - after all, there was only two and a half seconds of gap in a normal ten seconds to hit the orb. Raptor or flat chop. As a result, not only was the output window just right, but the blood volume was also just right to be cut off with a critical strike.
"Holy shit, shit, I actually hit it! I thought I couldn't hit it! I'm feeling better, I'm feeling better!" Late at night, in the Internet cafe, under the fluorescent light of the screen, the boy's face blossomed into a smile.
In fact, the boy's joy in gaming is really very simple. It is nothing more than the momentary sense of accomplishment after a successful operation.
This natural Pinduoduo user immediately became energetic after cutting the knife, and started clicking furiously on the keyboard. Completely opposite to Camus, he is a person who can fill every 1.5-second public CD with QQQQQQQQ1111111, but he is indeed young and his reaction is really fast, and he can press the next key in time while pressing wildly.
The Internet cafe owner who was on duty in the distance felt quite distressed.
"It's back, it's all back, that feeling is back, I know, it's Audition!" With the crackling sound of the keyboard, his thoughts seemed to drift to more than ten years ago.
Both sides seemed to be doing pretty well in the initial stage this time. Qiu Feng Xiaoxiao, who had been replaced, was indeed much stronger than before. At least he knew how to run away when he was hit by the Flower of Fire.
It can be seen that although the newcomers are not that familiar with the copy, their operations are still much sharper.
Ye Xue's wife nodded with satisfaction, then suddenly felt a little sad when she thought about it: "When did the basic operations of my teammates like this make me feel great and happy? Is this a nostalgic server? Wow, I feel trapped. Assimilated.”
Lin Wanqiu sat on a chair and typed, with her waist straight.
There is no way, primary school teachers are very lenient, especially a more responsible teacher like her. Children's bones have not grown, and if they cannot sit up straight, their spine will become curved over time. Therefore, as a teacher, Lin Wanqiu naturally has to set an example.
Lin Li sat aside and watched her fight.
Elderly people cannot keep up with their thinking, but they can still learn from watching. Others can't see it, but he knows that his thinking has been stagnant since the cerebral thrombosis, and it's much slower than before. This is all the sequelae of brain damage.
When fighting the Viper Storm, Kaihuang didn't take him with him. After a smooth push, the old guild leader dragged him in to play. At this time, he already felt that he was dragging everyone down, but the low difficulty of the Dark Temple made him feel that he could barely fight. , as part of the reconstruction, it is barely possible to persist.
When the Sunwell was opened, he basically did his daily work on the island of Quel'Danas while substituting, listening to the quarrels of several group leaders, and occasionally being invited in, only to find that the difficulty of the Sunwell was much higher than the previous dungeon. , almost transmitting cerebral thrombosis to the old president and Lao Ba.
When the group broke up, he was doing tasks every day and was content. However, the empty city once again shouted that there was a shortage of shamans. He must find five shamans. As one of the few old shamans with "experience in opening up wasteland in the Sunwell", he , naturally cannot be absent, so I can only stand on this last duty in place of my daughter.
Until now, when the time comes for the real bayonet to show off, one has to let one's own daughter appear.
"I'm old..." he sighed in his heart.
