180 Responses from all parties

After saying goodbye to Chris, the butcher went back to the most beautiful and strongest town, but did not find that at the south gate of the most beautiful and strongest town, the cried blood-crying Du Juan and the imperial concubine were drunk like two door gods standing at the gate.

The guilty butcher smiled embarrassedly, and said, "Hey, fat girl, little sister, haven't been asleep yet so late?"

The imperial concubine said with red eyes drunk, "Ah, Fat Brother, it seems that the Saint Arthur who killed that night was true?"

Blood-crying Du Juan said lightly: "Fatty...Brother, in the evening, I had already killed the female shooter in the Western camp named Chris once. With her strength, ten of them are not your opponents. How could you be blown up by her?

And on the battlefield, she actually made a three-minute silence behind you who was already disguised. No matter what, your relationship is extraordinary."

The butcher was stunned for a moment and suddenly laughed: "Haha, little sister, fat girl, look, how good the moon is. Hey, total moon eclipse? The moon was hanging round in the sky just now, why don't it not?"

"Get out, it's too unprofessional to change the topic. Today is the fourth day of the New Year!" The imperial concubine shouted drunk.

The cried blood-crying Cuckoo looked directly at the night sky and did not respond to the butcher's words at all.

The butcher had no choice but to say, "I'll just go, little sister, what's your attitude? You obviously know that my ward is what the boss and monkey mean, why don't you explain it to the fat girl?"

"What? What did the No. 1 Boss and Monkey make you hang up?" The imperial concubine's drunken attention was indeed successfully attracted.

Du Juan cried and said lightly: "Fatty... Brother, the topic that the concubine is tangled with now is not the question of whether you hang up or not, but the question of who hang up."

The imperial concubine thought about it drunk and said, "Well, I also care about the problem of Fat Brother's hijacking. I care more about who is hijacking."

The butcher shrugged and said, "I'll just rub it, how can I explain it? In order to cooperate with the money-making strategy of Sister No. 1 and Monkey, I can only hang it once, but it's not counted by players in the Eastern Camp.

I know two players in the Western camp, one is Saint Arthur, and the other is Chris, who was helpful to me when I was doing missions in the Western camp. Who do you think I should choose?

Don’t forget that after I was killed by players in the Western camp once, players in the Western camp can get nearly 20,000 merit points.

Wouldn't let St. Arthur kill me to cultivate competitors for yourself?"

"Don't believe, don't believe, don't believe..."

"That's right, who believes this kind of argument? By the way, how many pieces of equipment were exposed?" Du Juan cried and asked faintly.

"Not many, I was exposed at the beginning and the fusion weapon was absolutely instantly killed and three 9th-level legendary traveler suits, but I gave it to me..."

"Look, this is so telling." said the blood-crying cuckoo ghost elf.

The imperial concubine jumped up while drunk and shouted: "Brother Fat, you must make it clear..."

...

Just when the butcher was frustrated by the drunken concubine and the crying blood-crying Du Juan, the Western camp world was also in an uproar.

First, the system prompt for Chris successfully killed the butcher rang more than twenty times in a row, and then Chris turned off the private chat system, so the entire Western camp's system channel kept sending notices that someone paid for the system prompt to find Chris.

Then, the guild channel of the Temple of Light union exploded again. Basically, people in the union looked for Chris, or other union entrusted people from the Temple of Light union to find Chris.

Finally, the current president of the Temple of Light Union shouted in the guild channel: "Everyone is quiet, give Chris a little quiet space. If the incoming president has something to find Chris."

Chris's voice finally rang: "President, why did I find the president? As soon as I open the private chat system, I will be stuck. Too many people have sent me private chat messages."

The current president laughed and said, "Haha, Chris, you are not offline. Go to the Knights Templar Village to find the premiere. How about it? I made a big profit? Why did you lose that awesome butcher?"

Chris smiled and said, "Haha, it's just luck. He seems to have a conflict with people from the Eastern camp. Perhaps because of the task sharing, I took advantage of the fact that he killed five Eastern camp players and used three shooter skills thirty-five meters away to shoot him the moment before he added blood to himself.

What a coincidence, it was a pity that I got a lot of merit and experience, but I only got two of the explosive items.”

The current president was stunned for a moment and smiled and said, "Wow, there are also explosives, that must be the best equipment."

Chris said lightly: "Ahh, it's normal, two garbage weapons, there's one thing I've decided to keep as a souvenir. With this character, I guess I can't sell it at any price."

Just then, a trumpet shouted in the union channel of the Temple of Light Union: "Hey, Chris, it's me, St. Arthur's trumpet."

Chris said politely: "Hey, President, what's the matter with me? I'm rushing to the small village of the Templars, looking for a mission near the most beautiful and strongest town. I didn't find it. I didn't expect to accidentally kill the adventurer butcher of the Eastern camp inadvertent camp.

To be honest, I really didn't know that he was an adventurer butcher before killing him, because he pretended to be a disguise. After killing, the system kept prompting me, and then I realized that I had made unintentional contributions. Will the game gold coin rewards you promised be rewarded?"

"That's necessary. Give me the weapons you reported, and I will double the reward for you."

"Ah, but I have agreed to give it to a friend for auction. I have only exploded two weapons in total, but I have never thought about this, so I want to keep one weapon for memorial. It's so memorable." Kris said embarrassedly.

St. Arthur's trumpet said: "It's okay, dear Chris, I asked you to come here for auction. Don't worry, I will fight for the highest interests for you. I just need the things you burst out to add a little to our Knights Templar village. And the bonus I promised, because the amount is doubled because the one who completes this task is the internal members of our Temple of Light union."

"Thank you so much, I generously took office as president." Kris was not polite at all.

...

Not to mention the discussions held by the Western camp because the butcher was killed, the Eastern camp was also shocked, but it did not develop to the point where the system channel was casually shouting.

Xiaoyao, who had not yet slept late at night, asked the counselor around him: "No, but the butcher can say that since the game came out, the most popular new professional player candidates have been killed by an unknown little person in the Western camp."

"It should have been intentional!"

...

Zi. Emperor glanced at Zi. Fengdao, then looked at Pilihuo, and said in confusion: "Has the butcher been bribed by people from the Western camp? Help them make merits and change artifacts?"

Zi Fengdao sighed and said, "I think there is such a possibility, and of course it is not ruled out that this is an accidental event."

Pilihuo shook his head and said, "Although I have a deep hatred with the butcher, I believe he is not the kind of person who betrays the camp."

Zi. Emperor nodded and said, "It's possible, both are possible, but the butcher shouldn't give up the artifact for such a little profit. Let's wait and see. If you still hang it today, it can only mean that Feng Dao's opinion is correct."

...

Next to the beast bar near the free market in the most beautiful and powerful town, the first sister lay on the railing of the beast bar and said to the big female businessman who was busy in the beast bar: "Grandma, dead monkey, I am really moved. The fat man is now doing well in the second camp battle. For the sake of my mother, I even hang up.

I was so moved that I owe such a big favor to the fat man, and it will be even more difficult to repay it in the future."

The big female businessman said disdainfully: "Okay, boss, be more open-minded. You don't know who the fat supervisor is. He is naturally happy to pay everything for you, but it is impossible for him to pay at no cost.

If you look back, you may have to ask for your debts to be paid. Even if you don’t ask for a reward from you, you will probably ask for a reward from others.

I just said, four or five hours ago, he called him dead, and he was like cutting his flesh. He suddenly asked me to hang up once, maybe he had already bribed the player who killed him in the Western camp."

The first sister still said melancholy: "Grandma, Dead Monkey, do you understand Dead Fatty, or do you know Dead Fatty better? For me, he can do anything."

The big female businessman smiled and said, "Okay, boss, you know the fat supervisor better. However, we can only achieve one of the two purposes of letting the fat supervisor be at least once."

The first sister was stunned and said angrily: "Grandma, dead monkey, do you mean fat man is dead in vain? Grandma, if this is true, I can't spare you!"

The big female businessman said helplessly: "Damn, boss, can you stop getting angry in such a hurry?

After the fat supervisor died, I immediately went to the small trumpet of the Western camp to see the Knights Templar Village.

St. Arthur was too shameless. He said that it was forced to increase bets by one hour due to the wishes of all players in the Western camp, but it was limited to three bets that the Butcher had more than once.

In this way, we can only achieve the purpose of making money and not achieve the goal of breaking up his black shop. This also requires the fat supervisor to no longer die."

The first sister patted her chest and said, "It's better this way. I'm going to look for the fat man immediately, give him a day off, and give him a good rest. By the way, how much money can a dead monkey make?"

The big female kidding merchant smiled and said, "If Saint Arthur pays all the compensation, he can earn at least 250,000 gold coins."

Xiao Hongyan suddenly stopped the first sister and said, "Boss, you don't have to go to the fat supervisor anymore. The younger sister and his fat girl are asking him why he is dead at the south gate of the station."

"Then I should go and save him!"

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Chapter completed!