Chapter 297 Short break

"Fortunately, the skeleton soldier killed the carrier at the end. Otherwise, according to the display on the reward list, we really rushed this time... Speaking of which, this marching tent is really a good thing. Unfortunately, the number of troops is only 4..." The sky set up an automatic return trip for the hero, lying softly on the sofa and Everyone is chatting. The young man watching the battle behind him was scramble to look at the 'Zombie Legion' arms he had just won and let out a series of praises from his mouth.

How much the risk is, how much the reward is. This sentence is true. They have never seen the battle just now. Not to mention 10 people, even 20 people, they dare not take the risk of fighting such a 'absolute battle'. It is sometimes more enjoyable to watch the master's copy than playing the hero invincible by themselves.

Zhang Mu picked up Deng Jie, who 'sleeps in seconds', put the microphone in his mouth, and said feebly, "Of course... The marching tent is a good thing used to create a strange soldier effect. The primary one is only carrying the number of troops 4. When the player's life skill level is raised, the rescue of the marching tent with 6~10 soldiers is sold. Don't worry, this thing is not It will be very expensive. Even if there is a marching tent, it's useless if there are no soldiers in it..."

Zhang Mu is very tired now. After turning off the lights in the room, he can't feel dim in the room. Looking at it, it turned out that it was already dawn, at 5:34 Jinghai time.

"I thought your last arms would be a golden bull, but I didn't expect... Skeleton soldier, t-t-tut." I am also an ordinary person. He closed his eyes with two chairs in the chair and chatted happily. The longer he spends time together, the more interesting he feels that Zhang Mu is. It seems that he will keep a hand for himself in everything he does. Such a person is not too much to describe it as old and cunning.

"Fortunately, the relationship with the Twelve Wings is not very stiff. His battlefield command ability is the strongest among the people I know." A sentence suddenly came out, which made the prince and others confused like a monk.

Zhang Mu giggled and said, "Golden Bull? That thing only produces 20 heads a day, and only 2,000 in three months. I'm throwing them in the town. The number is too small to have any effect.

"Alas, Brother Mu, you are smart, poor my bull..." Long Gen crawled on the table sadly and joined the chat team like a dream.

It's not just Longgen who is lying in front of the computer desk, but almost everyone is like this.

This is a strange phenomenon. When Zhang Mu was in the studio, everyone seemed to be a group of semi-professional players, eating and resting regularly. While Zhang Mu was not in the studio, everyone turned into professional players. When they were hungry, they took out some bread from the refrigerator and dried instant noodles directly. They were sleepy. They lay in front of the computer and rested for a while. When did they open their eyes and continue to fight.

Zhang Mu, who is far away in Jinghai, naturally doesn't know what this group of guys are like, but he just said slowly, "It's time to start hoarding arms... Bulls are the necessary arms to kill Boss in the future, as well as high-level long-range soldiers. The 1st and 2nd levels of arms are basically useless in the 6th-order map. Everyone has to target a certain three arms. Carry out a large amount of hoarding... If the barracks have not been upgraded, upgrade it. Level 5 of the barracks is almost enough, and the output will increase a lot..."

"Yawn~ I'm so tired..." The night was romantic and snored gently.

"All rest, the body is the revolutionary... snoring..." Zhang Mu fell asleep with headphones around his neck and a microphone in his mouth.

If you can dream, then it is destined to be a beautiful dream.

Although everyone lost almost all their own arms in the final Boss battle, the total combat strength of the zombie army compensated back was much better than that of the previous arms, with Zhang Mu earning the most, followed by the huge amount of money.

"Well... why is there no sound? Are you all asleep? Alas~" I laughed a few times, casually said a few words to everyone in the studio, and then returned to my residence to rest.

"Zombie Legion...Golden Beast..."

**** Next time, Zhang Mu didn't wake up until 5 p.m. for 12 hours.

Looking at Deng Jie, who was sleeping like a baby, Zhang Mu gently pulled his arm out from under her head, and his whole arm was numb. After washing his face and brushing his teeth, Zhang Mu made a phone call to Wu Ling.

It turned out that Wu Ling came back at 10 a.m., with only two toes fractures, which was not a small matter for a 20-year-old man.

When he made an appointment to meet in the restaurant, Zhang Mu gently woke up Deng Jie.

Tomorrow is the official start of the competition. The number of contestants from all colors in the restaurant has increased one after another. They are all chatting in twos and threes.

"Master." Wu Ling waved to Zhang Mu and Deng Jie with a smile.

I'm still sitting in the old position.

"Are you all right?" Zhang Mu came over and sat down.

"What's the matter? It's good that the bones are coming~" Wu Ling greeted the waiter very hard and began to order, as if it was not him but others who cried and asked Zhang Mu to call an ambulance for him yesterday.

"Brother Zero, as the saying goes, don't compete for steamed buns. A person lives a face, a tree lives a skin, that girl treats you like this, you can't just do it like this. Another boy who came to the competition said.

Lu Jie and Xiao Qi tacitly stirred up the ghost fire and said, "Yes, you absolutely can't just do it like this! How can old men be bullied by women?

"I think so too. This revenge is not a gentleman! You have to show her some color!" Wu Ling took a vicious sip of the coke in front of him.

Zhang Mu smiled: "Revenge? I warn you, don't play with fire. It's a legal society now..."

"How is this possible!" Wu Ling said with a smile, "Master, that, Qin... What, oh, Qin Xiaoke, didn't you post a poster of 'martial arts blind date'..."

Zhang Mu turned his eyes and said with a smile, "So you like this kind of unruly woman..."

"Humph!" Wu Lingyi patted the table, stood up and said fiercely, "I want to beat her. After she is my woman, I will ruthlessly abandon her... Ha, hahaha!"

"Yes, as long as you can beat me, whatever." Qin Xiaoke happened to pass by Wu Ling, glanced at Wu Ling's crocodile leather shoes, and said silently, "Okay, it's pretty fast."

"I warn you, a gentleman doesn't say anything! If you dare to step on me again, I will call the police!" Wu Ling's hands were random, and he was really afraid of being trampled by Qin Xiaoke.

"I hope you can make it to the finals."

"Wait and see, don't forget, we played a draw last time!" Wu Ling clenched his fist.

"That's what you lied to me... It doesn't count! I hate lying men the most in my life!"

"If a man doesn't lie, is it still called a man?"

"You..."

"Don't talk nonsense, I'll see you in the final! You won't go back on the poster, will you?"

"I, Qin Xiaoke, keep my word!"

"It's a deal!"

After Qin Xiaoke left, Wu Ling came to Zhang Mu's side and said, "Master, let's not talk about her temper. She looks quite decent..."

Zhang Mu rolled his eyes and said, "While there are still a few days left, practice more. How can it be so easy to beat her?"

(to be continued)