Chapter 927: My dear brother (third! See the monthly ticket!)

"No... impossible! Why is your rank so high!"
Sil is still unwilling to believe everything she saw in front of her eyes. She spent three days and three nights to upgrade the level of this game. She also found a lot of Nolan's open-playing players to help the team level up, and barely reached the third. Ten levels of this level.
Like his father's busy business, plus he is not very likely to play Magic Net games, so the level is only sixteen.
This also caused him to be subordinate and amiable when he was busy, so as to avoid subordinates with high levels of rift in the world, directly contact the King's 'complaint briefing hotline' to report him.
However, he is also very troublesome to find a way to quickly upgrade the level of his magic net.
Although the latest law is very absurd, the nobles...especially the aristocrats who are sea people, not humans, must obey.
"It’s so high when you play." The short-touch wand added this to Hymena.
In the short-touch wand, it is a very strange thing that the level has not yet reached the 60th level. The players who usually communicate on the world cracks have basically reached the 60-level full level.
"This friend of the Iron Country, what do you mean by this is that your level is so high?" Someone suddenly asked.
The short-touch wand under the pressure of the other party, had no choice but to show his magic network interface, the role displayed on the interface is also a pastor.
The sixty-level number on the character level closes the mouth around the person who wants to ridicule the short-touch wand.
"But... it's full level! Our Nicarton family also has a full-scale role, Leeson!"
Syler's comparison and heart began to overflow at this moment. She was not willing to lose to two outsiders on this, so she screamed out the name of one of the youngest generations of their younger generation.
The short-touch wand looked at the other side of the long table. It was a boy wearing wooden frame glasses. It seemed to be only fifteen years old. The robes he wore on his body made the short-touch wand recognize it at a glance... he was A student at Nolan Magic College.
He obeyed his own magic net and showed his character to the game. He was a player from the tribe. His role was that the level of a warrior reached 60.
"How! Miss Hermione!" Syler didn't seem to want to let Hermione quietly have a dinner.
Hermione's gaze glanced at the little boy who had a full-level account. He also took a look at Haimina's magic net interface.
"Sir long sister!" He whispered to Sil, who was next to him, "My character is not... her opponent."
"Not an opponent... Are you not all full-level accounts? And Miss Haimina is still a pastor!"
Syl does not understand what the two characters of the same level are not opponents. The most important thing is that Haimina is playing a priest with no fighting power. Her brother is playing a warrior.
"Equipment level." He whispered a period when only players after the full level would pay attention. "I remember the command of the king's majesty, and added that the equipment should be as good as possible, so the level is the same. Next, we are all better than the equipment level."
"equipment?"
Syler is also just three days of white, and he is still in a state of ignorance.
"The equipment gap is still very big, Miss Syl... Most of your brother's body is rare quality equipment, and weapons and clothes are epics."
The short-touch wand almost laughed at this time. After all, playing the cracks of the world for so long, this game account is a short touch wand. There are only a few other things that can be shown off.
Now I can finally show off with ease. His psychology has a sense of superiority that has been floating on the sky for a time.
In order to further make her aware of the gap between the two sides, the short-touch wand directly logged into the game and opened her own equipment bar.
As a result, the younger brother named Silson in Syle swallowed, staring straight at the pile of epic-level equipment in the short-handed wand equipment bar.
The flaming lord's healing robes, item level eighty-eight, plus twenty-eight points of endurance, twenty points of intelligence, fourteen points of omnipotent attributes, demand equipment level sixty.
Two pieces: Increases the intelligence of 20 points, four pieces: When you have an explosive state of healing, you can get a smoldering shield that absorbs 500 damage. Six activated suit effects · The mercy of the Lord of the Molten: Your healing ability Gives the Healing Shield of the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the the
The Rift Soul Forge · The Spirit of Ragnaros, the King of the Inflammation: You will add a burning aura to the Power Word Shield effect you use for others, and the hatred of damage will be attributed to the release target.
Enchantment Healing Touch: Increases the spell power of 10 and the Mana
Seeing a series of instructions on this piece of equipment, Sylley has seen it in a sneak peek, including other Nichardton people who are already in a state of sluggishness.
At this moment, Siel looked at his brother's equipment again. The quality is blue. There are only one or two lines on the top to add a description of the attributes. There are a lot of other suit effects, and there are no cracks and forgings!
Syl quickly thought of the equipment that he was wearing. It can be seen as a broken place here, and the shyness of the mind quickly flooded her heart.
"Reverse... Anyway, you spend a little time with Riesen and you can get these strange gears." Syler said this with a little bit of courage.
As a result, her words just said that it was not long before the younger brother around her quickly shook her head.
"Sister! These equipments are all copies of the heroic meltheart heart! I can't even get the guild of the ordinary level... and now...there is only twenty-four of the heroic stone tablets of Molten Heart. The guild called."
"It's just a game!"
The last thing that Syler can come up with is the thing that confronts Hermione, and is crushed by her own brother, so that she has no face to stay here.
After she dropped the sentence, she turned and left the restaurant.
"Is it too much to do?" The short-touch wand looked at Syle's door and left, and glanced at Hermione.
He did what he usually shouldn't do, and that is annoying an aristocrat!
"Don't worry, do you have anything to say?" Hemina seemed to have become the head of the family at this time, even though she was still very quiet.
The aristocrats who still want to talk to Haimina are no longer self-deprecating, and start to have a quiet dinner.
The short-touch wand was the first to finish the dinner. After all, he did not stop the knife and fork on his hand.
After eating, the short-touch wand found a reason to leave the restaurant temporarily. The outside of the restaurant is a balcony facing the sea.
In the middle of the night, the moonlight sprinkled the scenery on the sea, which was very enjoyable, but the short-touched wand faintly saw the distant Haiping line filled with a little gray fog.
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