Chapter 162 Beiman Mission Action! ! !

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Wang Yan was behind the corpse Taoist, teaching Wuya Ange the game of LOL in a low voice. After hearing the words of the corpse Taoist, he couldn't help sweating on his back.

The corner of his mouth couldn't help twitching slightly, this... It seems that he has misunderstood the corpse Taoist all along.

The little tail of youth, uh... Feelings are what he calls the little tail of youth! ?

And it seems that he has spent a lot of time on this game, otherwise he would not be able to play so smoothly.

sweat! It's all because these two guys' words are too obscene and vivid, and they are leading themselves into the ditch. Isn't it just coming out to play games every night, as for that expression, that rippling?

Wang Yan recalled these days, always misunderstood that these two bastards were hooking up, going out every night to do nothing good, and his heart couldn't help but twitched slightly.

keep listening...

"Wang Yan, that stinky boy, doesn't he just play a lot of games and have a quick brain response?" The corpse Taoist killed all directions vigorously, operating the mouse and keyboard smoothly. Zombie face kept sneering, "When the old man slips away from this game, he will become a master. Turn around and pretend to be a newcomer to PK with him once, I don't believe that he won't take the bait. If you don't make him vomit blood for three liters this time, Never give up. Jie Jie Jie~~"

A series of the villain's signature smirks resounded throughout the Internet cafe, echoing and sweeping away endlessly. In this bohemian laughter, how much unwillingness and sinister he hides.

Stimulated by the laughter, many people who were surfing the Internet raised their heads and muttered, "Who is so immoral? How can you make a dungeon open to the public?"

Fortunately, those who came to the Internet cafe at this point were all die-hard Internet fans, and their attention was quickly diverted. Those who should play dungeons continued to play dungeons, and those who should watch small movies continued to watch small movies.

Wang Yan's back felt numb when he heard the piercing grin. It turned out that the corpse Taoist was desperately playing this game, and besides having fun, he also wanted to trick himself? Thinking about it is also scary, if he insists on single-handedly masturbating with himself, the chances of himself being baited and suffering are still very high.

Fortunately, he came this time and saw through his 'conspiracy'.

The old monster! Do you dare to be more obsessed?

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"This is the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox?" Wu Ya'ange here ignored the ghostly cries and wolf howls of the corpse Taoist, and was familiar with the game on his own. His attention was completely on the game characters, and he commented thoughtfully, "The picture is pretty good. , but the temperament of the real nine-tailed sky fox is much worse."

"Have you ever seen a nine-tailed sky fox?"

Wang Yan was helping her recharge and was about to buy the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox, when he heard this, he looked astonished: "Didn't you say that once the Nine-Tailed Sky Fox came out, the world would be in chaos?"

"Although I have never seen a nine-tailed celestial fox, I have seen an eight-tailed fox king when I was a child." Wu Ya'ange leaned back slightly on the sofa, a blur appeared in her charming starry eyes, "She is so charming and charming. Just simply stand there, and all living beings will worship that peerless beauty."

"Hiss!?" Wang Yan gasped in surprise, "Is there really a vixen with eight tails in this world? How powerful is she then!"

He didn't have any feelings about the 'thousands of charms' and 'charming nature'. It's just a vixen, how can it be so beautiful?

He just remembered that vixen with two tails was so powerful. And it is said that the vixen with three tails is a domain-level powerhouse.

That fox king has eight tails...

He couldn't even imagine how strong it would be.

"Of course it's very, very powerful." Wu Ya'ange seemed to admire the Eight-tailed Fox King very much, her cheeks were slightly rosy, and she said quickly, "A powerful man like the Fox King is a first-class existence in the whole world .She stomps her feet, and even changes the world."

The top master standing tall in the world! Wang Yan's heart was agitated, and he was fascinated.

At the same time, I am full of emotions, a vixen with eight tails! It's really hard to fathom how scary she is. With his current combat strength, if he fully fires, he should be able to fight the three-tailed fox demon.

But if he was facing the Eight-tailed Fox King, it would be light to say that he was hanged and beaten. Maybe if the other party moves a finger, he can torture him to death.

After feeling for a long time, Wang Yan came back to his senses, played the game with Wu Ya Ange, and stopped thinking about the eight-tailed and nine-tailed vixen. That is too far away from me, maybe there will be no intersection in my life.

Going back to the game to watch Wuya Ange's performance, Wang Yan finally understood. Power users are far superior to ordinary people in terms of memory, reaction and so on.

Wu Ya'ange learned the rules quickly and got started. After two rounds of man-machine games, she played matchmaking with Wang Yan's trumpet. Killing the other party to the point of swearing at her mother, the masters are too shameless these days, they don't sleep in the middle of the night, and use the trumpet to play tricks to abuse vegetables.

As he was playing, Wu Ya'ange became more and more interested in playing. Her hand speed was horribly fast, her fingertips were flying, and during the one-vs-two extreme escape, she could also type to taunt and provoke, and calculated the cooldown time of the skills of both sides, turned around and killed one, and then left gracefully.

Wang Yan was amazed when he saw it. He really deserves to be a B-level powerhouse. His nerve reaction speed and battlefield rhythm control are so powerful.

Just playing around, it's already past one o'clock in the morning.

Wang Yan tried to persuade him to go back several times, but was rejected by Wu Ya'ange who became more and more vigorous. Judging by her posture, I'm afraid she is really going to spend the night in the Internet cafe.

This could not help but let Wang Yan secretly brainstorm, and turned to Director Feng to apply for a piece of land in the work unit to set up an Internet cafe. That is to say, it can solve the problem of the reporting rate of the employees of the State African Bureau, and it can also form a team to play professional games and so on, so as to generate income for the unit. Isn't it the best of both worlds?

"Stinky boy, why are you here!?"

The corpse Taoist spent a few rounds as if no one was around, and finally he was still thinking about going on a business trip tomorrow morning. Seeing that the time was almost up, he reluctantly turned off the phone.

But when he turned his head and looked, well, he almost spat out a mouthful of old blood to death.

I saw Wang Yan and Wu Ya'ange sitting on the computer behind him, playing the game with full concentration, relishing it, and the wind and water were flourishing.

"Senior Corpse, what a coincidence?" Wang Yan raised his hand and greeted with a smile.

"Same as above!" Wu Ya Ange stared at the screen, waved her hand casually, and continued to control the nine-tailed demon fox to charm sentient beings.

"Wow, wow, I'm so angry." The corpse Taoist's face turned livid, and he stomped his feet and said angrily, "You two actually stalked this old man and violated my personal privacy. This old man will sue you to the bureau. Your wages, your ranks will be lowered."

It doesn't really matter if the corpse is private or not, it's just that he was too addicted to the game just now. I don't know when that stinky boy Wang Yan came here, and whether he heard his crazy soliloquy. If he heard it, wouldn't his painstakingly planned plan go to waste?

"Senior corpse is serious." Wang Yan turned his head and grinned at him and said, "Internet cafes are public places, and the state only stipulates that minors are not allowed to enter. There is no regulation that senior corpses play in Internet cafes, so we can't enter. Besides, senior You are an expert in the world, please pay attention to your demeanor..."

"Don't pay attention to him, Xiao Yan, cooperate, and quickly cooperate with my GANK." Wu Ya Ange quickly manipulated the mouse and keyboard without raising her eyelids and said, "I've lived a long time, and I'm still suing like a girl in elementary school. , he likes to sue, let him sue."

"Wow, wow, I'm so angry..." The corpse Taoist has been around for half his life, and he has never been treated so coldly by a junior. But before the words fell, he lay down behind Wuya Ange sofa and said angrily, "Can you play with Nine-Tailed Fox? It's too early to open wide, I'm really angry."

"Calm down, calm down." Liu Lang ran over to smooth things over, "Lao Shi, Lao Wang, and Ms. An Ge are all colleagues. Let's have a friendly atmosphere, and it's rare for the four of us to get together. Why don't you call the network administrator and start a chat together?" Black abuse dishes."

Then, at Liu Lang's suggestion, a group of people started to form a team to fight.

This time, I played until the sky was bright. If Wang Yan hadn't received a call from Director Zhao, saying that the plane was ready. This group of people has to continue.

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In the afternoon, the sky in Central China was clear and clear.

Only the sky over the Beiman Mountains, hundreds of miles away, was shrouded in clouds and mists, giving off a gloomy and oppressive atmosphere.

"Om~"

From the stratosphere of the atmosphere, a tactical transport plane obliquely pierced into the troposphere where the air flow is violent. The huge fuselage trembled violently in the surging clouds.

In the huge cabin, only two men and one woman were carried.

But each of these three people has a very special image and temperament.

The woman looked about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, with a charming face but a hint of glamorousness. She was dressed in tight black clothes, showing her exquisite figure to the fullest.

Two old daggers with sheaths hung obliquely on the willow waist, which was slender enough to be easily grasped. Judging from the black non-slip coarse cloth wrapped around the dagger handles, this pair of daggers is by no means an ornament.

She did not sit in the seat and fasten her seat belt as required. Instead, he folded his arms and leaned leisurely against the bulkhead, his eyes half-closed, trying to recuperate.

The sharply turbulent fuselage that dived downward did not affect her at all, and her legs, which were carelessly propped up at a slant, were firmly attached to the ground like nails.

And the two men, one old and one young. The old man was wearing a black robe, with gray hair and a face as dull as a zombie. He didn't sit on a chair either, but sat directly on the cabin floor with his legs crossed. A pair of gray eyeballs seemed to be a little blurred, and they kept playing with the big wrench on the thumb.

The finger is jade white in color, ancient in shape and thick in paste, it seems to be a few years old.

On the old man's lap, there was also a silver miniature coffin. It is about one meter long and tens of centimeters high and wide. It has an ancient and clumsy appearance, and its color is gloomy dark silver. You can vaguely see that it is decorated with thin blood-colored runes, exuding a strange atmosphere.

Eerie and chilling.

Compared with the old man, the young man is very tall and handsome. He was wearing a pair of uniquely shaped combat boots, a vigorous jungle camouflage uniform, a simple bracelet on his wrist, and a cute fluffy pet in his arms. Smiling is quite friendly, and people can't help but feel close.

If he goes on a blind date, I believe there are not many mothers-in-law in this world who can resist.

These two men and one woman are naturally members of the "Beimang Corpse Group Riot" mission, including Wu Ya'ange, Zombie Daoist, and Wang Yan.

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