The Basic Law of Routines in the Infinite World

"Hey!" Galen panicked, "Speak clearly!"

Inafan turned around: "The intensity of scattered light has almost nothing to do with the wavelength. It seems that you only know two terms."

"...."

"Let's go." Inafan looked at Esther Elam: "There's no need to waste time with this kind of person."

"Oh...oh." Aesiram nodded inexplicably.

Xiuyan patted Qingzi, and the little girl immediately understood.

She jumped down from Xiuyan's arms and chased after Esir Ilam: "Sister, sister, your clothes are so beautiful..."

The three people left, and on the other side, Galen looked at Xiu Yan with a gloomy expression: "Xiu, what do you mean!"

Xiu Yan rubbed his feet, and the silver needle flew towards Galen. But in his mouth, he said lightly: "Chasing girls, chasing girls, don't do it at will, you have the advantage of ability, and you still play this kind of tricks, is it shameful? Is the gaffe targeted? Green gadgets. "

"What I do has nothing to do with you!" Galen growled, "Don't meddle in your own business!"

Xiu Yan said disdainfully: "Everyone got on the boat for Esther Elam, not to mention she looks like yours. What do you think you are?"

"Captain Xiu." A voice sounded from behind Galen, and five substitutes had slowly walked out from behind him. Chat, keep your mouth clean. Be careful not to get it out of your mouth."

"Hey, there are quite a lot of you here." An arrogant voice sounded, and Liu Hong and Meng Hao walked behind Xiu Yan at some point. And Rong Qi appeared like a shadow.

Xiu Yan smiled and looked at the six people opposite: "That's a coincidence, I live with this mouth."

ps: To be honest, you don’t have a strong comprehension ability like that of the painter, and I will understand. I gave you a picture, and the following is the follow-up of the painter’s incident.

Studio: Is this the feeling?

Me: Yes, but it's kind of weird.

Painter: Where?

Me: The knife is too ugly, and it feels more personal.

Painter: I see

Then

Painter: I feel much more comfortable.

Me: I feel better too!

Illustrator: When I painted the demon fox, I felt that it was in the way, and it felt nondescript.

Me: Hmm, yes.

Illustrator: Sure enough, other than the protagonist, other males have no human rights.

Me: won my heart! Won my heart!

ps: This is not the final draft, it is still being revised, and now the version of Shuyan's sword in my hand has also been deleted, because I feel that the various poses are weird. Haruko's clothes were also changed, but I didn't see the details.

Finally, blade 19101...Damn it, I don't want to release achievements during the day!

ps: In the end, a total of 9,500 words have been updated today...in fact, five chapters will be 500 more...but I think it's better to forget...otherwise I won't have to write tomorrow. Now dream about the plot, open your eyes for the plot. All day drama.

Chapter 629: Alliance Form

The sword is on the verge of breaking out.

Agents can fight even if they are in the same camp for profit, let alone now.

Xiu Yan stared at the opposite side with great interest, and the people from Gemini did not dare to move.

The advantage of having the whole team here is that they are well-organized, but the disadvantage is that without the alliance, the team is a bit weak.

And in the battle just now, anyone with eyes knows that this unnamed team must not be viewed as a rookie team now.

And...it seems that there are two teams.

Gemini really wanted to save face, and even wanted to use their identity as an old man to suppress them, but captain Jiawen thought that Zhou Yucheng hadn't been favored by Zhou Yucheng, and the big alliance of Borderlands hadn't been favored, so he felt that his old identity was just an old man. flag, whoever uses it is unlucky.

Therefore, the atmosphere changed from mutual choking to confrontation.

"Cough, cough, cough." A cough came out, and the earl walked between the two teams, with a smile on his face: "Two, two, everyone is here for a mission, and we are all counted as one for the time being." Faction, don’t hurt your peace. Everything is easy to discuss, and it happens that they all do the same job, so how about sitting together and discussing the tasks?”

Jiawen snorted coldly: "Where is it?"

"No. 7 warehouse." The earl said with a smile: "It was just approved."

"Understood." Jiawen said with a dark face, "Let's go."

As he spoke, he led the people towards the cabin.

The count took a deep breath, and looked at Xiu Yan: "I know how you provoked the heavy patrol. With your temper, you can get angry with anyone."

Xiu Yan squinted his eyes: "Otherwise, where do you think our team got its money from? It was stolen, brother, but what happened to the No. 7 warehouse?"

"I went to apply for the residence of a proxy." The earl said like a big brother: "You young people with teams and alliances, when you enter the mission world, you are full of interests, and I just think about how to feel comfortable. How come harmony. There are twenty-two agents on this ship, from five or six teams, and there is a problem with the distribution of benefits, so it's always good to talk about it first."

Liu Hong pursed his lips: "You actually want harmony among the agents?"

The count threw him a glance: "Everyone's way of survival is different."

Xiu Yan raised his hand to tell Liu Hong to shut up, and said, "Then go and have a look, by the way, what is the origin of this twin star?"

"A team from a small and medium-sized alliance." The earl thought for a while: "It's called... The Evil God Research Association. I remember that there are six alliance teams. I don't know how many came to this mission, but there should be at least two teams. Right? Maybe more, otherwise they wouldn't be jumping like this. This team has been in S area for about half a year, and their president is a year old."

"That is to say, when I was still in District N, this group of people was already in District S." Xiu Yan nodded: "Why do you feel that these small leagues are so violent?"

"That's right." Meng Hao continued, "We've seen teams from the major leagues, even in Borderlands, they can talk about things calmly. Why do you feel that this group of minor leagues are all irritable?"

The Earl glanced at Meng Hao and said, "The same is true of you in the eyes of the big leagues."

He walked to the front to lead the way, and continued: "And what's so strange about this? The major leagues have their own hunting grounds, their own mission time, and upper managers are responsible for resource allocation. Everyone doesn't have to worry about food and clothing, as long as they work It's done. After a long time, naturally, the vigor of the agent has lost a bit. He looks polite and can greet everyone with a smile. On the other hand, in the minor leagues, everything can only be fought for by oneself. Borderlands must To rob, to rob in the mission world, to rob with the enemy, and with your own people. Of course, this temper exploded."

Hearing this, Xueyin sighed from the side: "Troublemakers come out of poor mountains and evil waters."

Chu Yu answered: "Don't do this, you scolded us all."

Xiu Yan thought for a while, and then said: "Is this also the reason why there are only twelve major leagues?"

Earl spread his hands: "Otherwise? The medium-sized league is almost the final form of the small league. They can't go up, because resources don't allow them, and their reputation is not as good as that of the big leagues. They can't keep people down. So everything has to be robbed, and your manpower There are not many major leagues, and there is no overwhelming advantage over the minor leagues. As long as you grab, you will lose, and if you lose, you will limit your development. So it’s stuck here.”

Meng Hao blinked: "Then recruit more agents."