"Are you envious?"

"Damn, who doesn't envy?"

"Ha ha!"

Lin Feng smiled heartily.

Then, looking at the surroundings, he quietly lay in the fat man's ear and said, "Go and get on the account quickly, I'll give you a weapon later!"

"arms?"

The fat man frowned.

"What weapon?"

"Don't ask, but don't tell others, do you know? I'll mail it to you later. You received the number and put it on quietly by yourself!"

Lin Feng said mysteriously.

This made the fat man even more curious.

But Lin Feng did not reveal any information at all. The fat man asked for a long time but couldn't find it out, so he took a bag of snacks and went to the account himself.

The fat man just left.

Lin Feng opened the warehouse and took a level 50 pink hand cannon "White Flame Wingdragon" from it. He had 4 of them himself.

I picked a handful of the best ones and mailed them to the fat man directly.

1,000 yuan was given to the fat man.

It’s not that Lin Feng is so generous, he is a local tycoon.

Fatty is among all his friends who are most attentive in playing DNF and have the deepest research on the ways, techniques and mechanisms of various dungeons.

He was very addicted to it.

In order to study how to pass the picture faster, even if it is to increase the space of 1 second, he can run this picture with full fatigue for a week.

He calls himself a master of technology.

But behind this "title" is sadness and sweat.

Fatty never owns the strongest weapon, the best equipment, and the most perfect details.

But he used his hard work and sweat to make up for it all.

It depends on the love for games.

Every time I think of this, Lin Feng feels empathy and always feels a little tearful, because Lin Feng is like Fatty, is also a player of this kind.

So, with good equipment, the first one he thought of was always fat.

Fatty, so too.

After mailing the equipment, Lin Feng cut back to his magician fatigue number. There were two more that were not brushed, and it would take about an hour to brush it...

Today, it seems that it will be all night again.

The businessman has 8 numbers 188 tired, and has not brushed it yet.

There are 250 weapon jars. I originally planned to finish them all today, but I didn’t expect that I would waste so long...
Chapter completed!