Acting, endurance, reflexes, and the big picture...... All kinds of words, after thousands of tempers, turned into four words for high-end players.

High-end players are subdivided, including team players, professional players, union masters, team players and other grades.

But these people, without exception, have a heart that wants to win.

In order to win, they can endure transcendent pain, transcendent humiliation, transcendent loneliness......

As long as you can win, even if you are pierced through the heart by ten thousand arrows, you will be punished with death.

Even if you give up your dignity, grovel to others, and flatter yourself.

Even if everything is closed, practice in retreat for a hundred years.

They all don't change their faces.

It can be said that there is no simple way to become a high-end player.

It is precisely because Fang Yi himself is a high-end player that he understands how terrifying the difficulty of high-end players is.

And the one in front of him is obviously far from it, and he is too immature.

If at this moment, Fang Yi and the squinting mercenary swapped places.

He will definitely not slack off at such a time, but will raise his spirit to an unprecedented level.

However, this kind of old player has a sense of game, and the squinting mercenary has obviously not yet been cultivated.

So he wouldn't have expected that when he dropped his sword, Fang Yi would suddenly burst out.

So he wouldn't understand where the Fang Yi weapon came from.

So it will not be clear to him why the black sand dagger, after piercing the arm, was not broken on the spot.

But he didn't have a chance to think clearly, because the dagger, in the moment he was still stunned, had already been pulled out and stabbed into his neck.

Blood splashed Fang Yi's face, and the squinting mercenary's eyes widened for the first time, his hands covered his neck, and he made an incomprehensible and fell.

Bang.

The corpse fell to the ground, stirring up dust.

"My eyes are pretty big, I don't know what I'm doing all the time."

As Fang Yi muttered to himself without knowing whether he was complaining or feeling, the squinting mercenary completely lost consciousness.

Bending down, Fang Yi casually picked up the clothes of the squinting mercenary and wiped his face.

Creak.

At this moment, the sound of the door opening suddenly sounded again.

Fang Yi's expression was slightly furrowed, and he looked up.

I saw that the old one-eyed just maintained the posture of pushing the door.

The two looked at each other and froze at the same time, and the air around them seemed to be suddenly quiet.

"Quest Notice: Player East Gate Drunk Kills Player Forgotten Sky and Gets One Blood!"

“First Blood！”

It's so good to die, at this time, the dungeon announcement actually sounded.

Depend on!

Looking at the blood words that appeared in front of him, Fang Yi cursed secretly, picked up the long sword next to the corpse, and rushed towards the old one-eyed.

Because of the rush of the sprint, the long sword was half-dragged to the ground.

The iron sword rubbed against the ground quickly, splashing out a lot of sparks.

Coupled with Fang Yi's murderous appearance, it can be described as full of morale and the first to take the lead.

And at this time, the old one-eyed finally came back to his senses.

The dull color gradually transformed, and his face was full of anger.

Fang Yi's heart sank.

In this case, he must make a quick decision and solve it quickly.

Otherwise, when the old one-eyed person opens his mouth to call someone, everything will be over.

But before Fang Yi could rush to the old one-eyed.

The old one-eyed suddenly slammed the firewood knife in his hand to the ground as if venting his anger.

Bang.

"Are you TM crazy! How many times has it been said! Restraint! Restraint! It's only been a day, and the effects of suspended animation have just passed, and you've made this situation! ”

The sound of the wood knife falling to the ground sounded almost simultaneously with the roar of the old one-eyed.

"Huh? This guy, is it an NPC? And an NPC who knows his identity? ”

Fang Yi's heart moved slightly, but his movements did not pause at all.

There is no turning back when you open the bow, since you know your situation, whether it is an NPC or a player, it is always right to kill.

Looking at Fang Yi without the slightest pause, Lao Du's expression was excited, his chest rose and fell, and his eyes were full of anger.

"What else do you want to do, think about it with your pig brain. I'm dead, who else can take you out of the Xhosa estate safely! ”

Leave the estate safely?

Fang Yi's expression moved slightly, and his sprinting action slowly stopped.

Fang Yi's current situation is actually quite bad.

There is a squinting mercenary's corpse that needs to be explained, and then there is a doctor's autopsy tomorrow that needs to be crossed.

If he could be safely taken out by Old One-Eye, he would naturally not have to take the risk of stealing horses and dry food.

Thinking of this, Fang Yi completely stopped and said, "You ......"

"You what you! Hurry over to help dispose of the corpse, and the plan is ruined when someone finds out! ”

Old One-Eyed didn't seem to be surprised at all that Fang Yi would stop. Glaring directly viciously, he crossed Fang Yi and came to the corpse of the squinting mercenary.

"Trouble! What a hassle! That's why I asked the castle lord not to cooperate with you, the 'night demon', the guy who even kills his own people is not the object of cooperation at all! ”

Looking at the corpse that was killed by a knife, the old one-eyed face turned pale.

"What are you doing in a daze, hurry up and come over to help! Delay the castle master's mission, and we will all die. ”

After yelling at this, the old one-eyed directly carried the corpse of the squinting mercenary.

And Fang Yi, the whole person was directly stunned in place.

Daredevil?!

Wait a minute! I'm the Daredevil?!

No way!

The guy who the group of people in the emotional dining hall has been discussing for a long time is my 'corpse'.

I'm afraid that the Count of Xhosa would never have dreamed that the night demon he wanted to crusade against would be the first to 'die' at the crusade meeting.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and Fang Yi found that there were more and more disadvantages of the identity of the corpse copy.

Changed to an ordinary copy identity, there are a few words of [Background Introduction] to say less.

And this copy identity is completely blackened.

Taking a deep breath, Fang Yi walked towards the old one-eyed man quietly, his face expressionless and his attitude indifferent.

According to the information I got earlier, the Daredevil is supposed to be a murderer who kills innocents indiscriminately, so it's always right to be indifferent.

"Calmed down?"

Old Duyan glanced coldly at Fang Yi beside him.

"I'll get this guy out there and hide it first, you continue to be your corpse, and we'll act tonight."

Let's go?

Fang Yi frowned, he didn't even know the purpose of disguising himself as a corpse.

And Old One-Eye mentioned the word 'castle master' before, if you guessed correctly, it should be the castle lord of Snowfield Castle.

The game map of the eight-player book is not too big, and Count Xhosa had mentioned 'Snow Castle' before, so Fang Yi felt that he should have guessed correctly.

Although, according to Count Xhosa's tone at the time, Snowborne Castle should be an ally.

But the Middle Ages were deceitful...... No, it should be said that the struggle for power between the ruling class is definitely not as simple as it seems.

Generally speaking, smiling on the surface and selling criticism behind the back is the most common way of communication for the ruling class.

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Ps1: Thanks to the 100 starting coins of the 'post-90s non-mainstream teenagers'.

Ps2: Thanks to the 100 starting coins of the 'Ming Order' tip.