The dense prompt sounds stopped completely after countless sounds.

A row of ten stationery pieces were filled with ten lines and half lines - the total number of stationery: 105.

Tang Lin was completely shocked.

The thumping heartbeat was simply uncontrollable, and he hit his chest hard.

He felt that there were a lot of words rolling in the drum-like heartbeat. He wanted to complain about Fan Peiyang's madness, criticize Fan Peiyang for spending money, and use the most appropriate words to describe his shock and messy...

But they scrambled to each other and eventually became a mess, blending together, exploded, bursting out the scorching heat like magma, which made the heart burn.

Fan Peiyang looked down at the stationery cube filled with him, still holding Tang Lin's thumb on his arm, gently rubbing the edge of the interface, saying regret: "Time is too tight, otherwise you can collect more."

"You're enough--" Before Tang Lin could speak, an unbearable roar was already blown away next to him.

Tang Lin and Fan Peiyang turned their heads at the same time, and then they found that the friends had gathered around at some point. One was counting and one, all staring at the stationery interface on Tang Lin's arm. The emotions that should have been stable before the war encountered unprecedented huge challenges.

All of them: "No, I'm dizzy. Who can count how many of them?"

Five-five points: "One Hundred and Five."

Cui Zhan: "Is this the fuck robbing the black market of the entire Sky City?"

Fan Peiyang turned off the interface of Tang Lin’s arm: “There is also a dungeon.”

Friends: "…"

"No wonder when I went to the black market to find 88,000 yesterday, he said that the inventory was cleared. I said that I would go to the dungeon and collect some for me. He said that the dungeon is the same, and now there is no hair on it..." Sandaogang was heartbroken.

Jiang Cheng: "I am crazy, absolutely crazy."

Xu Dingdong: "The key is to have money."

Sunday: "No, the key is to dare to spend it."

The tiger down the mountain: "It's not just a flower on myself..."

Countless pairs of envious eyes silently turned to Tang Lin.

Tang Lin: “…”

Thirteen Yao covered her heart. It was obvious that the money was not his own, but the feeling of heartbreaking was so clear: "The problem is that for the current battle, the effect of disposable stationery is just like that of paper. There is no need to waste so much money."

Fan Peiyang let go of Tang Lin's arm: "So you have to paste a lot of layers."

Friends: "…"

The idea of ​​rich people is so simple and unpretentious.

Tang Lin let out a light breath, his heartbeat finally calmed down slightly. He looked up at Fan Peiyang with some complexity, with a little smile, and something that was a little hard to explain: "Even if I use one for two minutes and use it continuously, it will take more than three hours to use it all."

What's more, it is impossible to use continuously.

Disposable stationery is actually more physically consuming than stationery trees, because the control of stationery trees is already skilled for level-breakers, and every disposable stationery is brand new to level-breakers, and requires more energy to invest in establishing connections and controls from scratch. Even if some are controlled, they still have to continue to explore the depth and boundaries of the effect.

This is also the reason why the more you go to the level, the less disposable stationery you pass the level. You pay for money, physical strength, and mental power, but the stationery you get is very limited. No one can do such a thankless thing. At most, you just buy one or two that have special effects, such as defense or escape, for emergency response.

"Your physical strength is not suitable for a protracted battle," Fan Peiyang only gave a special reminder for three hours, "try to end the battle within thirty minutes."

Tang Lin was even more amused and crying: "Then you give me so much."

Fan Peiyang said lightly: "It's yours for you. If you think resources are wasted, you can allocate them in a second time."

Tang Lin was stunned, so he said that he could give the excess to others? Or, because he was afraid that he would not want it, Fan Peiyang specially bought a quantity far beyond the practical level, so he naturally thought of giving the excess to other partners, and accordingly, his share would be left behind?

Such carefree and roundaboutness has never been the style of Fan Peiyang. If I buy Fan Peiyang, you have to ask for it. If I don’t want it, I will give it to me. But when Tang Lin thought of Fan Peiyang buying and buying in the black market, he was thinking about how to put these stationery into his stationery grid, and he felt that he was inexplicably cute.

Mr. Fan has retired with his back against the white wall, closed his eyes to rest, and his body exudes a clear aura of "this complicated world has nothing to do with me anymore."

Tang Lin pressed the corner of his mouth that was always disobedient and wanted to go up. He left about ten stationery himself. The partners each picked some of them and assigned the rest to other partners. The stationery trees were less confrontational, and on average, they were about one or two of them.

This time, the passing of the level was different from before. Everyone present was determined to go with him to save people and destroy the main control room. In fact, there was no distinction between organizations here. Thirty-four people were a whole, and each of them was a partner.

Of course, there are exceptions - Huo Xu flashed far away, with a look of refusal, and was just a little reluctant.

His partner didn't want it, and Tang Lin couldn't force it, so Huo Xu was divided up by Zheng Luozhu and Yue Pangpang.

The glory of [Cash Ability] rotates and jumps in the pure white space and does not dissipate for a long time.

Zhou Yunhui looked at the stationery that had been recorded, and then looked at Mr. Fan, who was so chic even cold and cold, and was filled with emotion: "I believe in love again."

Cui Zhanhenhe, next to him, said: "Is there one or two stationery to buy you?"

"Stationery is not the point," said Zhou Yunhui, "the point is his feelings for Tang Lin."

Cui Zhan disagreed: "I haven't caught up yet, of course I have to work hard. You can see when you get it."

It took a lot of time to distribute this circle of stationery, and now the countdown is only nine minutes left.

The conversation between the friends gradually lowered, and the air became quiet.

Everyone calm down and wait for the final moment to arrive as the passage of time.

00:05:00, there are five minutes left in the countdown.

Tang Lin, who was closed with his eyes and thoughts in the air, suddenly his arm was held again. With the same force, the same temperature, the same pull over, clicking on a dragon, everything was as familiar as time went by.

Tang Lin opened his eyes in surprise, and before he could see clearly, he called out more familiar-

"bite!"

: Accept the gift.

This sound also woke up other friends who closed their eyes and rested. Everyone was in a mood now... Are you still coming?!

"bite!"

"bite!"

"bite!"

“…”

: Accept the gift.

: Accept the gift.

: Accept the gift.

: Accept the gift.

: Accept the gift.

: Accept the gift.

: Accept the gift.

This time, there was no massive amount, only eight illusion tools, and they soon fell into Tang Lin's stationery grid.

But each of these eight is almost the most powerful model among similar stationery. No armor or weapon can directly kill, and there are very few such attacks in the phantom tools. However, special attacks like "Death Choir" can be used. Even if it cannot be used on the current gatekeepers, it can definitely use attack instead of defense and block a fatal attack.

The other seven, similarly, are all precious styles that can match countless ordinary stationery.

"I missed these when I gave them to you just now." Fan Peiyang looked calm and calm, as if he was really just a moment of negligence.

But what kind of negligence can just neglect all the most expensive stationery!

"You did it on purpose." Tang Lin stared at him tightly, his eyes feeling uncontrollably hot.

Fan Peiyang did not comment, but this time his attitude was clear: "Traveling is prohibited."

He should have been angry after being tricked again and again, but Tang Lin only felt that his heart was clenched tightly. The force was so strong that he couldn't get rid of it, and the heat was so hot that he couldn't escape: "How many tricks do you have?"

Fan Peiyang smiled, and his long-lost look of joy in his heart: "No one can tell."

His hands are actually empty.

His trump card was taken away the moment Tang Lin forgot to love him. He had no way to turn back time and return memories. His little trick now was just to hope that Tang Lin would be safe.

Just be safe, even if you will never love him again.

"Fan Peiyang." Tang Lin suddenly spoke low.

Fan Peiyang hid all his emotions without any trace, hiding them without any leakage, and then looked up and calmly: "Hmm?"

Tang Lin looked at him and his eyes flashed slightly: "I seem to understand a little, why did he like you back then."

Fan Peiyang's eyes trembled and he almost blurted out: "Why?"

Tang Lin smiled, his light eyebrows were like the forest under the moonlight, quiet and gentle: "Because I will be calm when I look at you."

Fan Peiyang shook his head and looked at him for a moment: "I'm not asking why I like it, but why you understand now."

Tang Lin calmed down, his smile gradually faded and dissipated.

Then, he gently moved forward and kissed Fan Peiyang's lips.

Fan Peiyang's world suddenly became quiet.

Everything in the world is blank, time and space disappear, the only real and clear thing is that little softness and a little warmth.

He gently hugged the person and couldn't help but deepen the kiss, but he didn't dare to use force, for fear that if he used force, the person in his arms would be gone and the dream would wake up.

Thirty-two partners who were completely ignored: "..."
To be continued...