Please use this site to access. First class helmet.. The price is 100,000 yuan, the perception is 73%, and the domestic limited sale is 1 million units, and the penetration rate is only 0.2% of the total number of helmets.

This set of data is supported by a huge player base and GDP per capita. All show the user's superior status.

In the eyes of the owners of third-class helmets with the highest popularity. This kind of person belongs to the top players who have a lot of money and are idle and don't have to worry about eating and drinking.

Can be at this moment. Someone actually said that a person with a first-class helmet came to the food stall exclusive to ** silk players to eat the overlord meal. This man is still a gringo.......

I must have forgotten to bring my money...... Or just don't understand Chinese...... It may also be that you can't swipe the card in the gearbox...... It can't be a spoof.

With all sorts of gossip thoughts. Diners from several nearby food stalls ran in the direction of the source of the sound...

The lively nature of the Chinese people has become a national characteristic.

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"Are you a foreigner? Whether you pay for it or not? Guys still have to do business......" in front of the stall. The stall owner stands in front of the bald gringo;

See it doesn't react. Then a bombardment: "You shouldn't be the Xinjiang guy who looks closest to a gringo? No way. Xinjiang people sell cake cutting for a living. Rich to flowing oil. It will never be so poor that you can't even pay 362 yuan. Hey. I say. The guys have been grinding their mouths for a long time. You're going to say something."

"I, now, am, just, go, give you, get money." The gringgo squeaked. The speed of speech is so slow that people are anxious. But biting the text and spitting out the words is very clear. Absolute slow-motion version of Mandarin.

"You're really from Xinjiang." The standard Chinese pronunciation seems to have made the stall owner realize something: "Take a p money. I want to slip away. You can also go. Keep the helmet as collateral."

The stall owner has been observing for a long time: this gringo who eats overlord's meal is a dirty stall from head to toe. The only thing worth it is the intricately crafted gaming helmet.

". Boss. That's a priceless first-class helmet. You want to give someone a black walk for a meal. Really bad conscience."

"That's it. I advise you to save your worries. See the yellow barcode next to the helmet. Bind. You can't use it. At most, fool around and want to buy a helmet and want to go crazy......"

There was a heckle in the crowd. But there is something to be said about it: but every helmet. Those with a green barcode on the chip position are new products that have not been registered. Once the character is created. The barcode will turn yellow. Cannot be used by others.

"This, a, can't, to you." Maybe it's the reason why the surrounding spectators reminded me. The tall gringo baby hugged his helmet tightly in his arms: "I, now, here, go and fetch . You, follow, I."

"I'll be with your uncle." as a party. The stall owner already has a bit of an unpleasant feeling of being seen as a joke. I was disturbed. He went on a complete rampage;

Anger is rising. He rushed forward with a red face. Pointing to the gringo's nose, he said, "Western devils. Either the helmet leaves people out of the way. Either...... Yes. Let the guys come down."

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Insert a horizontal bar.. A hairy boy in his early twenties grabbed the stall boss by the neck from behind. Pulling him up like a turnip, he lifted him more than a foot off the ground.

This teenager has a hemp pole figure. Wearing a small school uniform with a faded color. It is about one meter six or seven high. The thin face is densely covered with almost purulent youthful beautiful pimples. It's so eye-catching that it makes people lose their appetite.

However, it is such a look that can no longer be rubbed. But because of his terrifying strength and uneven road, he drew a sword to help, which attracted everyone around him to applaud him.

"You can put it down." The young man smiled and said, "But you have to tell me how much this brother ate you. What have you eaten? And also. Have you ever slaughtered someone?"

"You specially, let go first, master, I'll come down." Kicking around on both legs. The stall owner had trouble breathing to the point where he could barely slurring his words.

"As you wish." The boy let go violently. The stall owner squatted directly on the ground.

"You wait." I don't care about the pain of being broken in half. The stall owner ran straight to the side dishes.

"**b don't hurry up yet. The dog's kitchen knife is gone." The conflict is about to escalate. A good Samaritan shouted at the boy.

Wenyan. The boy laughed and said nothing. Walked straight up to the gringos. He patted the other man's shoulder with his right hand at a 135-degree angle to his body:

"Your Excellency's first name. Where to stay. Can you enjoy the face? Don't worry. I have no ill intentions. I just want to talk to you."

"I, called, Jack. dwelling, none, determination, residence. Chat, forget it, it's over. I'm busy."

In a nutshell. The gringo spoke for almost a minute. The long interval between words can be seen.

But it sounds like it sounds between the lines. This Jack didn't have a slurred speech barrier. Nor does it belong to the disadvantaged group of mental retardation. The way he speaks is extremely mechanical. It seems to be acquired.

"That's right." Jack's excuse made the teenager look very regretful. But then he pulled out a note. Hands handed over: "Here are all my contact information. He has trouble every day. Just look for me."

"Oh." Fold the slip of paper and put it in your pocket. Jack hurried into the crowd. When I was over, I didn't forget to look back and say, "Money, will, return, you, the. See you again."

"Goodbye." Watching Jack disappear into the crowd. The boy muttered to himself:

"How can someone who scolds and doesn't return the scolding be a witch. And he has scars on his hands and tendons. It looks like he's been scratched by a sharp weapon. Brother Hua is looking away this time......"

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"What about the gringos... Wife. It was the skinny monkey who pinched me."

Two minutes later. The stall owner goes and returns. He had an extra rolling pin in his hand. She was followed by a woman of five big and three thick.

Hear this. The woman ran to the boy with a trembling voice: "You dare to bully my Hani. I don't want to mess around, do I? Look at the foot ......"

This is a female bigfoot from the Baiji era. The soles of their feet are much longer than those of adult men. Visually around 51 yards. It seemed that the size 47 flip-flops couldn't cover her calloused heels.

"Smoke the water master." The strong smell of feet blows with the wind. The teenagers closest to the women suffer from it. The soles of the feet exert force. He leaps high:

"Master Shui never hits a woman. But today make an exception."

"Smack. Boom. Ahh

Late strike. The boy's high-flying body leaned forward 30 degrees in the air. Then he slapped the woman like electricity. Then he kicked the meaty belly.

Withstand heavy blows. The fat body of the woman flying out was just pressed against the thin body of the stall owner. However, the rolling pin is aimed at her chrysanthemum......

It seems to be extremely painful but slightly refreshing, a scream comparable to the sound of a dolphin. punctured the eardrums of many onlookers.

After that. The young man's graceful figure fell from a low sky. The sound of his footsteps landing on the ground was soft. The whole set of actions is smooth;

Fat pig face looking at woman in pain and happy. There was a hint of relief on his skinny face, which was full of youthful and beautiful pimple beans.

"Shhh A gasp came from the mouths of the onlookers in front of them.

At this time. People found out. There were a few tiny cracks extending from the concrete floor.

Looked at. The boy got up and clapped his hands. Arms interlace in front of chest. He solemnly followed the posture of an ancient chivalrous man and stepped forward: "How much food money do you owe......"

"Three hundred and sixty-two pieces. Sixteen bowls of fried noodles, one bowl of twenty, three large bottles of Coke each fourteen ......"

The word "rice money" has just been said by the teenager. A faint voice came from beneath the woman...... Paralyzing. The concrete floor is cracked. This guy wasn't stunned.

“……”

This moment. The eyes of the boy and the diners around him widened. There was surprise at the amount of Jack's meal. There is a degree of admiration for the stall boss's wealth fan. There are even more impressed by the agility of the teenager.

After a long time. The young man shook his hand and threw out a few Mao Grandpa: "No need to look for it. For the rest, buy two bottles of safflower oil to rub. It's not easy for you guys to play tricks. Think of it as a benefit to you from the author."

……

The farce ended gorgeously due to the strong intervention of the teenager. The diners returned to their seats.

"Brother. You're pretty skilled. Let's have a drink and make friends."

In the warm greeting of the 100 meters forward. The teenager came next to a Buick Regal.

Ma Li drilled into the co-pilot. There was an unbearable joy on his face;

"Brother Hua." Calling out the handsome man who stared straight out the car window. The young man opened the conversation like a river: "Malegobid. It turns out that being a chivalrous person is so enjoyable......"

Ten minutes later. The handsome man who was respectfully called Brother Hua on the main driver slapped the young man on the shoulder: "Brother Shui. You can. I'm so bored that I take the opportunity to fulfill my dream of prawns for your host."

"Yes. Although this bear child stayed at home all day to watch martial arts before his death. But it also gave me a little bit of inspiration to comprehend combos. Let's cultivate righteousness. I can't bear to treat it to myself." The boy said.

Wenyan. Brother Hua shook his head: "Combos are not important. The important thing is how to win over that witch cultivator. If only he could get into the game. The two of us repaired... The Avengers' win rate in foreign campaigns can be greatly improved."

The word repair has come to the lips. Brother Hua changed his words. As if to hide something.

Yes. The boy and the handsome man are the elders of the Avengers... Looking at the moon in the water and looking at the flowers in the fog. At the same time, these two people have another layer of identity... A soul cultivator who escaped from the soul refining furnace.

"Not necessarily." Words to see flowers in the fog. Mochizuki in the water disagreed:

"I think Brother Hua, you're looking away this time. The gringo was extremely strong, though. But his tendons and tendons were once broken. It can't be witchcraft at all. To know. The primary cultivation condition for witchcraft is to have all the limbs. And besides......"

Mochizuki in the water said. I pulled out a bank card from my trouser pocket. His face shook proudly: "Aside from the nearly three million I got from selling the Bayue Sword in the morning. An afternoon of time. We've made nearly four million more. Although defeated by the overlord Musou once. Hundreds of other gangs are available. We're abusive, and they can't fight back. Ultimately. Even if that gringo is a witch. But he alone. What can it increase for us? The icing on the cake."

That's it. The captain of the Red Dust Passerby Law Enforcement Team - looking back at the Quicksand Morning Announcement on the World Channel's Moon Sword. It is from the hand of the combination of looking at the moon in the water and seeing the flowers in the fog;

People go to higher places, and water flows to lower places. Tasting the sweetness of the water and flowers, the two stretched their tentacles to the only way to their habitat.

Rate one hundred and ten combo masters. They ambushed hundreds of observation groups that went to the town of Lok Ma for field trips. Countless pieces of equipment and jewelry were seized.

I had no choice but to beat the swallow all day long, but I was pecked by the swallow. Approaching evening. They were confronted by a multitude of overlords. After the fiasco. I had to end the plan ahead of schedule.