Vol 6 Chapter 9: taboo

Chapter IX Taboo
Hua Yan can't tell what kind of feeling is in his heart. She looked at her son and disappeared into the distance, as if she had come back to this time, took a bottle of red from the parcel, poured it into her mouth, and gave her life. Fortunately, her equipment is good, or else, just by the son of the son of such an arrow, not being spiked is really a strange thing. The flower buds let their flamingos fly more smoothly, and then slowly descended. She sat quietly on the back of the flamingo, took a deep breath, and reached out and held the arrow in front of her neck. A slap in the face, blood splattered.
The life potion held in the other hand quickly fell toward the mouth, allowing the life value lost because of the arrow to be quickly added. However, the blood hole caused by the arrow is so good that I can only wait until I return to the city to find a doctor to treat. Although he had stopped bleeding, but the wound still hurts a lot, the flower buds tried to talk, but found that even a little voice could not be said, she could not help but smile. Gongzi You’s shot is really accurate. He is actually in the middle of the throat, and he almost kills himself. He even took away his ability to speak.
This time it was a bit of a hassle.
Sitting on the back of the flamingo, the flower scorpion flew in the direction of the battlefield, and sent a message to the breeze: "The son of the son has passed toward you."
The breeze is commanding the battle, but there is no time to read the typing in the chat window, and the information sent will not be seen. So there was no response to the flower garden at one time. The flower garden and the breeze are husband and wife. Of course, I know the habit of the breeze. She smiles and she knows that she can't talk, but it is really troublesome.
The breeze never looked at this kind of news in commanding the battle. In his words, it was a waste of time and a delay in command. Especially in large battles, it often only happened in a flash. He was even more reluctant to Do some extra things in such a precious time.
Yes, in the light breeze, since it is possible to talk, it is a stupid and superfluous thing to use text messages.
So Huanhua can only keep sending this message to the breeze, and the breeze still does not respond, so he can ignore how thoroughly such text information is ignored. In this way, I brushed the information for a while, but I still didn't get a response from the breeze. I sighed and could only change one way. She sent a message to the reed: "Let the light wind pick up my news.

Although according to the provisions of the prosperous world, in the battle, the commander of each team responded to the text information is a thing that can't be done, but because the other party is a flower, the reeds still return a secret phrase: "What happened?"
When I saw the reed, I replied to myself. I wanted to talk to him, but now this situation is obviously not a good opportunity to chat. What's more, she is typing now, and it is too difficult to say something clearly. . So she simply replied: "I will not say a moment, reed, you let the light wind take my message, I sent him countless news, he did not look at it."
Reed Swing is also a person who understands the habit of light wind fighting, and is the team commander. He sees the flower buds. He knows that there must be important things, so he did not dare to delay, and immediately contacted the breeze. The breeze was commanding a positive attack. Suddenly, he received a whisper of reeds. When he heard his statement, his heart sank slightly. He quickly gave the command to the deputy commander and immediately saw the flower buds sent a message.
Looking at the information written on the flower plaque, the breeze brows up. Then I immediately returned to the flower bud: "Flower, what's wrong with you? Can't talk."
"Well, the throat is open."
"The son is quiet?" The light breeze heard the answer of the flower bud, the brow wrinkled even more, although knowing that this is the only answer, but his heart still looks forward to the flower can deny this is very unacceptable to him. answer.
"Yeah." The flower sighed with a sigh of relief, and then typed: "The son of the son has already flew in your direction. Her pet dragon seems to be advanced. I see that body type is better than the last time I saw it." She was a lot bigger."
"The son is easy?" The light wind sighed, it was understood that the flower buds said something, but he still has his own questions to ask.
"Hang up." The flower replied quietly.
"The son of the son is so powerful? You two men besieged her actually can not beat?" For the operation of the flower garden, the light wind is very trustworthy, the light wind for the easy operation of the son is also personally tested, two people at this stage, although not Like the top masters like Gongzi Yi, but it is definitely not a simple character that can be easily defeated. According to the multiple trainings of the light wind and the long-term running-in between them, he believes that they have the opportunity to defeat the son of the son, even if Can not beat, can also tie a tie, even if the big deal, then at least can entangle the son for a long time, exhausted her physical strength and all supplies, such a son is quiet, there is nothing terrible.
Hua Wei smiled a bit and returned a sentence: "The plan has not changed quickly."
"How long did it take for you to fight against the son?" Suddenly, the breeze remembered something, he asked quickly.
"It's very short, ten minutes, maybe shorter." Because Huaneng can't talk, it's very short when it's typing. Many things can't be clearly depicted.
"How is her operation? You can describe it intuitively." The breeze saw the time of this battle, and the brow wrinkled even more. Ten minutes, this is simply more than all his expectations, how could it be so short? Two people, and two masters, riding a very high mount, equipment is so good, actually lost in less than ten minutes? The son is so secluded? "How is her equipment?"
Listening to the question of one after the other, the flower garden did not know where to start to clearly describe the problem of the breeze. After thinking for a while, she quickly typed: "Operation? This question I I think it would be better for you to ask the son directly. In fact, I did not play with the son, and she was already wearing a throat, and then she left. As for her equipment, I have no chance to see it."
"What!" Looking at the answer of the flower bud, this time even the breeze could not help but scream: "I need to know what is going on?"
Hua sighed a sigh: "What is the specific thing? Actually, I want to know the same situation as you. The battle situation at the time was really weird. I don't know how to describe it. I only know that the two of them seem to be in an instant. I won the game, and after the next moment, I was in the middle of the arrow. You have to ask me what happened at the time, I can only tell you this, and this is what I saw."
The breeze is not talking, just thinking quietly. Hua Wei waited for his response. After waiting for a while, she was anxious. After calling him several times, she heard the breeze gently exhaling: "Would you like to come over to the battlefield or go back to the city directly?" Already?"
"I want to come over and see the son of the son, but I am afraid I can't find her." The flower buds are not reconciled. Although she has lost her hand in the words of Ye Zi today, her heart still can't. Intuitive evaluation of the son's fighting ability, so she still wants to see for herself how the battle is going.
At this time, the son was easy to resurrect, and the flower buds saw it, and she contacted her. She asked: "Do you think the son is very bad?"
After the son was silent for a long time on the other side, he slowly spit out two words: "Great." Her voice is cold and hard, as if with countless unwillingness, in fact, she is indeed Not at all reconciled. The son is easy to resurrect, lying on the grass, hands behind his head, looking at the blue sky, but always in front of the battle, has always been a sudden blow of the son, and what she said to herself. The more she thought about the less happy inside, the more she finally reached out a hand and slammed the floor.
"I really don't want to be reconciled." The son easily exhaled a sigh of relief and said faintly.
"You are playing against the son of the son, you have an evaluation of her fighting style." Hua Yan asked immediately after hearing the voice of the son.
The son is easy to look at the information sent by the flower, and I have been thinking about this problem. What kind of evaluation? The son is easy to think for a while~EbookFREE.me~ Finally, I said, "I am sorry, I really can't answer this question. I don't know what language to use to summarize the operation of the son, perhaps on the forum. Well said, the operation of the coquettish, the precise position, this may be the case. However, if you really want to know what the battle of the son is quiet, I think it is better for you to try it yourself.

The flower bed did not speak.
The son of the son has already stood up from the ground. She patted the grass clippings on her body and breathed a breath and made a decision. She said to the flower bud: "Flower, thank you for the equipment that I have provided to me for a while, I will return it to you later."
"How?" The flower buds glimpsed a little, not knowing what the plan is.
"I don't want to play." The son easily took a deep breath: "I don't want to imitate the son of the son again, I don't want to be a shadow of a person. The shadow can never be surpassed."
"The son is easy..."
Hua Rong wants to say something to keep the son easy, but has heard the system prompt: Gongzi Yi has already launched your guild.
The son returned to the city with a return to the city stone, took off all the equipment, sent it to the flower bed through the mailbox, and then she looked at her character again, and the dragon of the void, her heart was full of Endless regret, she finally quit the game and deleted the characters.
After deleting the character, she once again entered the game. This time, she wants to start again, with a new identity, a new career, no longer imitating, no longer copying, using her own ability to challenge a woman! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote for the recommended ticket, the monthly ticket, your support is my biggest motivation.)