I use Yiyou to attack NPCs in the infinite world

[You say you, it’s fine to turn people into big and small eyes, but the ratio is actually longan to lychee, whoever looks at it will not scold you]

[What a handsome guy... tsk tsk tsk...]

"Isn't that a mistake? It takes magic power to change again." Wan An also felt guilty.

After all, there is no magic factor in this world.

Everything is the fault of poverty.

This is the first time in my memory since I was a child that I was scolded ugly.

However, Xie Juichao couldn't say a word of rebuttal.

"That's how we look, don't look at it if you think it's ugly." Wan'an replied unceremoniously.

"I really thought I didn't hit women." Orlando sneered.

The clay doll thought that the following executors had arrived, and the conflict that had just arisen had been resolved.

Who knew that once this 007 came over, new contradictions would arise.

The clay doll had a headache, and loudly dissuaded him: "Stop arguing, there is another executor coming soon, and you can go in when he arrives."

"Haven't the last two already arrived?" Jin Manman set his sights on Wan An and Xie Juichao.

"Oh, this is my younger brother." Wan An stretched out his hand and pulled Xie Juan around his neck, pulling him into his arms.

Orlando grinned and bared his teeth: "God told me that you two will die in this mission."

"Orlando, it's endless, right?" Jin Manman stepped forward and stood in front of Wan An, pointing at Orlando angrily.

"Oh, God almost forgot that there is another you." Orlando raised his hands to the sky, his face exaggerated.

The clay doll raised his sleeve and touched the sweat on his forehead: "Why are you arguing again? If you quarrel again, I will change the executor to take over the task."

After persuading countless times to fight, the clay doll finally caught everyone's weakness.

Sure enough, when it comes to missions, even Orlando shut up.

"Isn't there another person? When will he arrive?" Everyone was quiet for a while, and Yamazaki Ichiro, who had been standing silently in the corner, asked.

"It's coming, it's over there!" The clay doll raised her hand in surprise, pointing to the bamboo forest on the other side of the ancient house.

From the bamboo forest path, came out a tall and straight man in black with two knives on his back.

As the man approached, Wan An looked at him in surprise and whispered: "Shen Jiangting."

"Know him?" Xie Juichao, who was standing beside her, raised his head and asked.

"My coach." Wan An bent down and whispered in Xie Juan's ear.

"Shen Jiangting, it's you!" Orlando, who was rarely quiet, raised his machine gun and aimed at him when he saw Shen Jiangting coming.

"You are?" Shen Jiangting raised her eyebrows, looking at Orlando with a little confusion.

"Orlando." Orlando narrowed his eyes dangerously, wary of him.

Shen Jiangting nodded with a clear face, raised her eyebrows and said with a smile: "Orlando? I haven't heard of it."

"You!" Orlando said angrily.

"Is it famous?" Faced with Orlando's anger, Shen Jiangting spread her hands and sneered.

"He is number 99 on the kill list." Jin Manman, who recognized Shen Jiangting as a player from the same country, quickly added.

"Number 99?" Shen Jiangting sneered, and her provocative gaze fell on Orlando's gun-holding hand: "I can't make it to the top 50 on the killing list, I'm not interested in picking him up."

Holding the machine gun, Orlando approached Shen Jiangting: "You killed many of our teammates, I'm very interested in comparing with you."

"Just you?" Shen Jiangting sneered, raised his hand without fear and pushed Orlando's gunpoint away from him: "Forget it, you can't kill me."

"Why is it arguing again—" Clay Doll looked at the executors in front of him and divided them into two camps. Every time a person joined, the man named Orlando had to jump out and make a noise, driving him to the edge of madness up.