Chapter 860: Titan Frost (2)

From head to toe.
Dawei didn't care: "Using game data, of course, this is the case. However, high-end mercenaries have independent self-ai consciousness. To a certain extent, they can be treated as living people. Loyalty is not favorable. It ’s not as easy to imagine as it is easy to imagine, not to mention group brushing. The object of data brushing is even a group of mercenaries including saints. In the final analysis, the charm of Brother ’s leader is irresistible. praise!"
"In short, you want to pretend." Mei Mei Song has seen everything through.
It is a good thing to become a god, or to follow the principle of creation. The two lovers clamored, and Fahalani's huge storm image appeared, saying: "Warrior, you really did not let me down, what should I call you?"
God-level boss npc came to congratulate him, he said modestly: "Compared to the strength of Your Excellency, my achievements are worthless. We are still partners, and as my strength becomes stronger and stronger, our cooperation relationship Will become more and more stable! "
At the pinnacle of life, I shot an unreasonable flattery, or when I showed enough strength to npc, the effect is absolutely great.
Fahalani, who has always been unscrupulous in character setting, laughed out: "Hahaha, you are right, strength is the basis for maintaining a strong cooperative relationship!"
The system prompts: "The Lord of the Nether Elemental Fahalani has greatly increased your favor and is now a solid ally!"
Dawei rolled his eyes madly, Faharani ’s intelligent setting is absolutely lacking in roots, and now the player is the master, but it is a polite compliment to the courtesy and exchanges, npc wins the roar, and even the data is brushed out, if it is in reality , Was strangled to death in minutes.
However, a large increase in favorability also shows how great the offending fart effect is.
"Unfortunately, Fahalani is not a member of the Darkmoon Council, otherwise, with such an iron favor, he decided to be a weapon to smooth out all the discordant voices in the parliament!" He regretted slightly, and still had to be modest. Modesty, or isn't it a mischief, asking: "Sir, I have just been promoted to divine life, and there are many places I don't understand. I hope I can get your guidance."
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