lead soil control trumpeter

"Fuck! Are you crazy?" Benben suddenly sat up from the bed.

When he saw the [Maple丨Hanfeng] ID's non-stop card drawing information in the game, his eyes widened in shock...

"What's the matter? Let me... You, you, don't spend in retaliation! Crazy! Didn't everyone in the group say that we were targeted this season! Why don't you save your money for next season's land reclamation!" Being so surprised by Benben, Mumu also found the card draw information scrolling on the small TV in the whole server announcement, and was so shocked that he couldn't be more shocked, and he started to stutter for a while.

After being in school for so long, the few people in the dormitory don't say they know the basics, but they can roughly judge one or two based on their daily expenses.Such a terrifying scrolling speed of drawing cards, let alone 1 W, when did my roommate become so arrogant!
3 minutes have passed!

5 minutes have passed!

10 minutes have passed!

The information of generals on the small TV announced in the game is constantly being refreshed, but the ID in the prefix remains unchanged...

"This, this, this..." Benben didn't know what to say anymore. He wanted to go and look at Han Feng's card drawing page, but seeing Han Feng's expressionless face under the light of his mobile phone in the dark night, he still didn't go there. .

"Let's say it's almost 2 yuan!" Mumu asked carefully and softly to Benben who was in the bed beside him.

"I don't know, it feels like 3 to 4!" Benben shook his head, looking at the game from time to time, and Han Feng who was sitting on the bed from time to time.

……

Finally, stop!
Han Feng watched the game system pop up with the words "the limit has been drawn", and then he slowly recovered.

He couldn't remember how many five-star cards he had just drawn.

All I know is that at the moment [Hai Zhu] has lost half a full warehouse of general cards in the exclusive military general library of the [Haizhu] body, and he has also used a lot of "self-drawing card" opportunities, which made Gao Hong's trumpet already belonged to Gao Hong. The child has advanced to the point where it is close to the full red number.

At this moment, a pair of hands poked out from the darkness, swayed in front of Han Feng's eyes, was clamped by Han Feng, and thrown aside.

"Awesome! Shen Haofeng! How much money did you draw! Where did you get so much money?" Seeing that the notice stopped beating, Benben rushed to Han Feng's bed immediately and asked.

"Look at what generals are out!" Mu Mu also got excited, and his focus was completely different from Ben Ben's.

Han Feng didn't intend to answer Ben Ben's question, let alone how much he spent, because in fact he didn't spend any money, and all the five-star cards were not drawn from the card pool at all.

As for the source of the money, Han Feng did not hide it after pondering for a while, and directly waved the transaction slip of the treasure in front of the two of them.

Of course, Han Feng didn't take out the sales records of the two red weapons, but just turned over the individual transaction bills of the other blue weapons and fan weapons, which made Ben and Mu very envious!

Some people spend huge sums of money just to play a good game!

And some people play games, but they have already started to make a lot of money!
It's just that when the two of them learned that Han Feng had set up thirty iron numbers, they obediently stopped asking questions.

According to Mu Mu: I can't play even one number, let's save money on thirty.

Next, Han Feng didn't think about how to answer the two people's questions: Why did he do this tonight?
Han Feng couldn't answer the reason himself.

It's simple: I'm in a bad mood, I want to draw cards, and by the way, strengthen a wave of trumpets.

Han Feng, who usually strengthens one regiment at a time, now strengthens only one number, really feels nothing special!

is it hard?
Is it an exaggeration?

Isn't it just creating another full red account?

I still have more than 200 accounts of the same awesome number!

But when the words came to his lips, of course it was impossible to answer like this.

Han Feng silently withdrew the phone from the hands of the two who were staring at the general's warehouse dumbfounded, and said lightly:

"I just don't want to resist too weakly when those beasts hit me in the face."

"more importantly……"

"I want to do a better job in protecting you..."

Han Feng's voice was very soft, but it was clear and steady in the silent night.

He felt a little remorse and remorse in his heart, and regretted letting Qinglong quit midway.

Indeed, he couldn't guarantee that Qinglong's entry would definitely change something, but one thing was certain, at least Lao Qiu was under the protection of the Qinglong regiment, and it was impossible for him to be reduced so quickly.

You must know that the "Super Time and Space Support" skill of the Azure Dragon Group is not a joke. Under the protection of the shadow, Lao Qiu can at least drag it until the sub-city is completed.

With Qinglong's protection, Lao Qiu is equivalent to being guarded by a Gao Hong group around the main city throughout the season. He will never be beheaded early like now, and there are a group of barking dogs "in front of the tomb".

However, Benben and Mumu couldn't understand Han Feng's true meaning, only because he felt very guilty because of Lao Qiu's death.

"Crazy, you have done a good job. At least in the past few seasons, I haven't seen a liver emperor who is worse than you. Everyone is sad that Lao Qiu was killed. You don't have to blame yourself too much. At least we still have We didn’t lose, we’ll have a free pass tomorrow, and we’ll organize a wave to save him.” Benben rubbed the corner of his eyes with the back of his hand, then turned around and walked towards his bed.

"Yes, this time we have another red boss here!" Mumu's eyes were full of determination.

……

402 bedroom

It was a rare night for Lao Qiu when he didn't hold his cell phone and stare at it.

He, whose bed was near the window sill, was just staring blankly at the bright moon in the sky, his thoughts wandering, recalling the scenes during the day's battle.

Blood-red arrows came from all directions.

He is full of pride!
He had encountered this situation too many times.

After many seasons, he has played smoothly with the full red number supported by his ability to make money!

Even if you are in the middle of the flames of war and besieged by many people, you can still use the advantages of your account to fight your way out and achieve the might of the God of War!

Therefore, facing the same attack again, he has no fear at all, and swears that he has the courage to be an enemy.

It was only when the invading enemy showed its fangs, which were also full of red, that Lao Qiu felt deeply powerless for the first time.

The advantage of the account is gone!
The advantage of the treasure is gone!

It depends on the number of people and the size of the power!
Everything he could rely on in the past seemed a little pale in front of the absolute number of people!

He used to think that by his side he had friends like Brother Hou and Biao who were the big bosses, as well as friends like Madman, Benben, Murong, etc., as well as Suzaku, who seemed to always protect him like a patron saint. He can be free and easy.

However, all this is just his assumption.

Just like someone once said: To come out and mingle, you must have power and background.

When he lost the advantage of being full of red and fought to the last soldier, when he saw the scene of thousands of arrows piercing the heart outside the main city, he finally understood how powerful he thought was, how small and humble he was in front of the real giants .

abuse in private chat

Fort name taunt
and the world channel ridicule of its overreach

Nothing like a silver needle piercing his proud heart

Anger was pouring out, but he didn't know how to vent it.

I watched helplessly that the brothers who came to support were stopped at the gate of the city by groups of enemies one after another, and watched the enemy's troops that were also full of red destroy the troops that the brothers came to support bit by bit, and heard the news from time to time. The roommate sighed.

He knew, he lost!
It's just that he is unwilling. (end of this chapter)