I Have 48 Hours a Day

This time for the Crimson Sword, it was silent.

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As she said before, the bid for 1000 game points is already very generous, and the remaining half of the knife will not be used in her hands. If the other half is not taken back, she will sell this part of herself No problem.

In fact, it was not because the proxy war was approaching that she might have accepted the proposal.

But now ... the Crimson Sword is indeed a little reconciled.

Zhang Heng has made it clear that he is unwilling to exchange because he also lacks knife-type props, and he does not seem to worry about points.

The Crimson Sword hesitated for half a minute before finally typing.

--I'll think it over.

--Ok.

Zhang Heng politely responded without urging.

The Crimson Sword couldn't help asking again at the last minute.

——Where did you learn the sword technique, and who did you learn from?

But this time, he didn't speak again. Zhang Heng's attitude made it clear that he didn't intend to answer this question. The Scarlet Sword also realized that he was out of bounds.

Then she saw a prompt in the upper right corner of the screen that Saturn 5 has left the chat room.

This was the end of the first contact between the two.

Closing the surface of the crimson sword on the knee was a relief. The guy with the ID Saturn 5 was obviously not the same as the crazy man of the coffee man. The other party was very rational and communicated well, but once he recognized Things are also difficult to shake.

And he doesn't seem to have bad points.

On the other hand, the Crimson Sword almost took out his entire family and forged 1000 game points. The leaker's copy abstained and she had to use only a mission failure exemption card, just in case. She also had to save another 800 points to re-purchase the waiver card for failed missions.

Of course, if possible, she wouldn't mind taking back the upper part of the third day and month sect by some other means, because Zhang Heng had snatched it from her. She had no psychological burden, but she and Zhang Heng played before and did not take any advantage. Although she did not like the coffee man, she had to admit the latter's strength. The guy was like a humanoid self-propelled nuclear-powered armor.

Until now, the Crimson Sword did not know how the coffee man lost, but one thing is certain, Zhang Heng's strength is really terrible, so she still needs to rely on the trading method to get back the three days.

While the Crimson Sword continued to weigh the chips in his hands, Zhang Heng was taking the Grand Duke of Western Cultural History in the ladder classroom.

In this semester, Zhang Heng's class selection is no longer as casual as before. In addition to his own interests, he is also consciously choosing some courses that are helpful to his games. In addition to vacating part of the time, he also Pick some courses like Elementary French that sounds big to others but he does n’t spend much time.

So he took a lot of credits this semester, but in fact he has to say that the level of busyness has dropped from last semester, not to mention that Zhang Heng has 24 extra hours a day.

In addition, as usual, after the seventh round of the game, he gave the pen at the end to the bartender's identification, but the result was somewhat unexpected.

This was the first time that the identification failed in the game point. Afterwards, the bartender refunded the four-point procedure fee and provided him with a free suggestion.

"This kind of situation is rare, but it hasn't happened. After all, even the system panel has been deceived in the auction venue before, so in theory, I will not be surprised no matter what moths appear, you can tell me Your process of getting this pen, maybe I can help you find out why. "

Zhang Heng remembered the meaningful words that Conan Doyle told him before parting. By now Zhang Heng can be sure that the old man in the Tang costume who suspects Koronos is close to him for another purpose. His game qualifications and games The points were provided by the other party, so even Zhang Heng didn't know what role the bartender played in it.

So he hesitated and eventually chose to conceal his encounter with Conan Doyle in the copy and took back the pen directly, but Zhang Heng consulted Miss Bartender about the agent war.

"Agent war? Oh, you said that the agent war, the organizing committee is almost about to issue a notice," said the bartender. "So there is nothing wrong with telling you first, anyway, I guess there is no right now. Few people know that after playing so many rounds of games, you must also know what the purpose of the game is. Now most agents have determined that only a few people have not bet yet, but it is estimated that there will be another month at the end. The big list will be released, and the game will enter the next stage ~ www.readwn.com ~ The next stage? "

"Yes, the qualifier is about to end. The dinner will be served on the table. The game will become more and more exciting. It looks like you have already got the next round of tickets, so I wish you good results in advance. Now. "

"What about other ordinary players?" Zhang Heng frowned. "What will happen to them when the agent war starts?"

"They can freely choose their camp, rely on the corresponding agents, and become apostles. War is never a one-man thing. Of course, if you are really strong enough to take everyone to the table, then I can only take the lead to applaud you." Said the bartender.

Zhang Heng didn't know if it was his illusion. When talking about this matter, he seemed to see a faint flash of enthusiasm and excitement in the eyes of Miss Bartender.

The latter later added, "For the specific content, you have to wait for the notice of the organizing committee. I will continue to work. I didn't hold back my chop last month. I still have to work hard this month."

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The above is the information that Zhang Heng has at hand now. To be cautious, he also sent a WeChat message to Fan Meinan. Under normal circumstances, Fan Meinan basically sends back messages in seconds, which makes people wonder if she is from day to night. There was nothing serious, she just swiped her Weibo circle of friends with her mobile phone, but this time she waited for a long time before returning two words.

--Busy.

After that, there was no more movement, but anyway, there was still about a month before the so-called agent war, and Zhang Heng was not too anxious. It seems that Fan Meinan has a rare business to do, only considering the person behind her Exist, I don't know who is going to be unlucky again.

It happened that Zhang Heng had something to deal with. He probably didn't go to the player forum for a week, but when he went up again, he saw an explosive news.