[Gang] Love and longevity: Give it, give it?

[Gang] Squeeze Zi: See ID [Flying Kiss]

[Gang] Old Wutong sprouts: I will translate it to the new boss, squeeze purple and drain the residue.

[Gang] Oral liquid: Don’t waste time, come and fight!

Seeing that they became more and more quarrels and bustle, Jiang Chen asked, "How to choose someone?"

Yi Xinren said: "Draw lots."

He explained, "Our gang tradition, as long as we encounter such a limited number of people, we will draw lots."

Jiang Chen was silent for two seconds and suggested: "In fact, you can change to a more scientific method, such as looking at the level of strength."

"Don't worry, they are all very strong," Yi Xinren smiled, "Besides, PK is boring, it hurts feelings, it depends on your life."

Jiang Chen: “…”

OkFine.

Fang Jingxing tried hard to endure the laughter and remained silent.

It seems that when he encounters drawing lots in the future, he has to find a way to get a place for the sealer.

The draw of lots was very fast, and people were selected in less than five minutes.

Seven people gathered in one of the teleportation arrays in the main city and arrived at a remote small town.

According to the guard's information, the fortune teller was a handsome male witch with patterns on his right hand and black feathers on his head. He was a crow demon. The guard also gave a portrait intimately.

Several people thought the sign was obvious and should be easy to find, but when they saw that the NPCs in the small town had hair on their heads, which was like a crow city.

There is no way, I can only find someone.

Fang Jingxing said "Hmm": "The three tribes battle... According to the game background, this happened ten years ago."

Jiang Chen said: "So?"

Fang Jingxing said, "The guards went home to defend the city in the year of war and had never left since then. Then he and the fortune teller had not met for ten years."

Jiang Chen looked at the portrait: "Look for the one that looks the most unlike this one?"

The side view walks: “Yes.”

After conveying their main ideas, they continued to find someone.

More than ten minutes later, they successfully found someone in a corner.

The fortune teller was full of wrinkles on his face, and his right hand was burning terrible. He turned around and led them into the cabin next to him, holding the portrait and recalling: "Ah, I haven't seen what I used to be like for a long time."

He touched his face, "I wanted to be more handsome back then, but unfortunately I failed to refine medicine and became like this."

He touched his skinny right hand again, "This is another time to refine medicine, alas."

He stroked his legs pity, "This is another time."

There was silence in the cabin.
Chapter completed!