Surdak Boqiang often communicates with each other at ordinary times. Even if Boqiang has a simple look, Surdak can guess a rough idea.

"You mean this sentry scroll?" Bo Qiang nodded his head. At the beginning, the skinny old man in the magic grocery store recognized that they didn’t have any sentry scrolls, and Boqiang also bought two at random. No one expected that the mountain team had actually received the most dangerous investigation. Although a sentry scroll

Han Xuanxuan thought that he was going to play Fantasy Westward Journey with a low profile. After all, the old Murk’s withdrawal from the altar of Fantasy Westward Journey was a great blow to him, and he also thought that it would be a great blow if the new Murk dissolved the other side.

It’s Fang Xiang’s mouth for a moment, but it makes both of them dumbfounded. "It’s not …" "What I want to say is what you call a team of dreamers … but I just created a team." "But the hardware gap is really too big, so I can’t win the championship in the elite cup."