DNF Phantom Liver Emperor

Chapter 65
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Seeing that the 12th line has become popular, Lin Feng had no choice but to change to another line.

As soon as it was loaded, I received chat windows one after another.

There is a purchase number.

Someone asked how to get there.

There are reinforcements for teaching.

At the beginning, Lin Feng patiently told them that he accidentally made a mistake, and then went up.

Purely coincidental.

But there are too many private messages.

The windows on the right popped out one by one.

It seriously affected my rhythm of swiping pictures. It's already 3:[-] in the afternoon, and I haven't swiped a few due to my fatigue.

So if you don't do it, don't stop.

Directly switch back to the magician who is tired of brushing.

At this moment, the world is instantly clean.

At this time, Lin Feng could also hear someone discussing this matter in his Internet cafe, but he didn't say anything.

You have to hurry up and brush off your fatigue.

So, I began to sink my heart and explode my liver.

……

However, this incident seems to have caused turmoil throughout the server.

It was already 4:5 in the afternoon after Lin Feng exhausted the [-] accounts, and the heat on the speakers still remained undiminished.

Now, it can be regarded as famous.

However, Lin Feng is not afraid of being famous.

Change to another fatigue number.

At this time, Wang Ziqiang and Su Qianqian walked into the Internet cafe.

Holding a big bag of snacks and a bag of fried skewers in his hand, he couldn't wait to run to Lin Feng as soon as he came in.

"Fuck!"

"Brother Feng, show me the epic sword with +13!"

Wang Ziqiang ran over excitedly.

Su Qianqian looked at Lin Feng curiously, but An couldn't bear the restlessness in her heart.

"Ha ha!"

"it is good!"

Lin Feng smoothly cut back his red eyes.

At this time, the private chat window on the left began to flicker again and again, and it couldn't be closed. When one was closed, another one popped up.

There are even team invites.

……

Wang Ziqiang and Su Qianqian looked at Lin Feng "+13 Cross Saber -" with shocked faces, opened their mouths in surprise, and couldn't say a word for a long time.

"Brother Feng, you are really awesome!"

"This shit, it should be the first +13 epic weapon in the whole server, right?"

"Ha ha!"

"is it?"

Lin Feng scratched his head.

"I made a mistake, and I accidentally got +13. I didn't expect to cause such a big sensation, hahaha..."

"Nubi!"

"I don't believe it's a mistake!"

Wang Ziqiang looked at Lin Feng's equipment enviously.

"I saw in the group that Dabao bought Meteor Fall. It's so handsome, but Soul Sword can't carry a Taidao, otherwise I'll buy one too!"

"Ok?"

Lin Feng frowned slightly.

After thinking about it, he still said.

"Yeah, hahaha!"

He didn't tell the prince the truth immediately.

It wasn't that Lin Feng wanted to hide it on purpose, because there were other people in the Internet cafe, so he couldn't say everything, and let others hear it later.

……

Wang Ziqiang put a few packs of snacks and a bag of fried skewers on Lin Feng's table, then walked into the Internet cafe on his own, and turned on the machine to go online.

Su Qianqian sat beside Lin Feng.

Lie on the table and stare at Lin Feng intently.

At this time, Lin Feng was manipulating the magician, brushing the level 1 Lolan in boredom, and his liver was crazily tired.

"Why don't you go online?"

"I want to stay with you for a while..."

Su Qianqian said in a low voice, her admiration for Lin Feng could not be hidden between her eyebrows.

For her, playing games is lonely.

Because in real life, there is no friend who is particularly good at PK, and she plays PK with her, and Lin Feng may be the only one.

Lin Feng looked at Su Qianqian.

He reached out to touch her head, but she didn't resist.

The two of them were so bored for a while, until after 7 o'clock in the evening, Lin Feng chatted with Su Qianqian while eating fried skewers and snacks.

The time passed was full and happy.

The numbness of the liver brush fatigue is completely gone.

After 7 o'clock, the fat man also came.

Seeing the fat man coming, Su Qianqian reluctantly left the bar, and went to the Internet cafe to turn on a machine.

"Fuck!"

"Brother Feng, you are really a fucking cow!"

As soon as the fat man entered the Internet cafe, he yelled.

"Be quiet!"

"What the hell is going online!"

Lin Feng glanced at the fat man angrily, then thought about stopping the keyboard in his hand, and tilted his head to look at the fat man.

"Why don't you go to work today?"

"It's only 7 o'clock, and the restaurant will be busy soon, why did you come out at this time?"

"Get busy!"

"I took a day off!"

The fat man smiled triumphantly, then rubbed his hands, lay down in front of Lin Feng's computer, and said with a smile: "Brother Feng, show me!"

……

Lin Feng switched to his big red eyes as if he was watching a monkey. This feeling should be paid for.

Take a look, 5 yuan!
After reading it, the fat man was extremely shocked.

Especially the +13 weapon, red and flashing, very handsome, envy spontaneously arises.

"Envy?"

"Fuck, who wouldn't be envious?"

"Ha ha!"

Lin Feng smiled heartily.

Then, seeing that there was no one around, he quietly lay next to the fat man's ear, and said, "Hurry up and get on the number, and I'll give you a weapon later!"

"arms?"

The fat man frowned.

"What weapon?"

"Don't ask, but don't tell anyone, you know? I'll mail it to you in a while, and you'll receive it on the phone, just put it on quietly!"

Lin Feng said mysteriously.

This made the fat man even more curious.

But Lin Feng didn't reveal any information at all, and the fat man couldn't find out after asking for a long time, so he took a bag of snacks and ran to the number by himself.

The fat man just left.

Lin Feng opened the warehouse and took a level 50 pink hand cannon "White Flame Pterosaur" from it. He had 4 of them.

Picked a handful of top-ranked ones and mailed them directly to Fatty.

1000 yuan, just give it to the fat man.

It's not because Lin Feng is so generous, but because of how rich he is.

Among all his friends, Fatty is the one who plays DNF with the most care, and has the deepest research on the playing methods, skills, and mechanisms of various dungeons.

He is very addicted to it.

In order to study how to race through the map faster, even if it is to increase the space by 1 second, he can work on this map for a week.

He calls himself a technology guru.

But behind this "title" is sadness and sweat.

Fatty never had the strongest weapon, the best equipment, or the most perfect details.

But he made up for all this with his hard work and sweat.

It's all about the love of the game.

Every time I think of this, Lin Feng feels the same, and always feels a little tearful, because Lin Feng is also this type of player just like Fatty.

Therefore, with good equipment, the first thing he thinks of is always fat.

Fatty, too.

After mailing the equipment, Lin Feng switched back to his Magician Fatigue account. There are still two unused, and it will take more than an hour to finish it...

Today, it seems that it will be all night again.

Merchant 8 No. 188 is tired and hasn't brushed yet.

There are still 250 weapon jars. I originally planned to open all of them today, but I didn't expect to waste such a long time...

(End of this chapter)