Every year, he was pulled back to Nick by the twins, and was taken away by Yorkra, who jumped off his mount to wash his fur. Sarah sponsored a shower to the big mouse.

The enemy has been swept away, Nick whistled and tilted his head to the twins. "The shower head over there needs to be charged."

Sarah's skills are very ornamental, but they are also very flashy. Nick estimates that her water level is now severely lower and is almost exhausted.

Jekyll scratched his head embarrassedly, "I can't do anything more."

Nick frowned, glanced at the "quails" under the yew tree, and confirmed, "Just half of his arm hurts a sword?"

Jekyll nodded. Hyde remained silent.

"Why are you so much electricity when you cut off half of my body?" Nick raised his eyebrows.

"It's not us, it's him." Jekyll corrected it seriously, and Nick pulled the corner of his mouth to correct the words.

"The accuracy is different," Hyde spread his hands and pointed at himself with a staff. "I am a macro-holistic modeling. That guy almost replaced the cells in the unlucky guy's body just now."

"It's not really changed." Nick waved his hand indifferently. The game can only affect the nervous system and psychological state of a living person, and will not have any physical impact.

"This," Jekyll lowered his head deeply, "in fact, it is also a cellular signal. For example, hormones can be stimulated by neuronal information."

Nick was speechless for a half-second and gave Jekyll a thumbs up, "This kind of operation is prohibited from being used on internal members in the future."

"I just found out today that it is still so refined."

Jekyll is usually quite steady and uses his skills in a regular manner when healing them. It is rare that he has the opportunity to show off his skills today, so he can cause a big disaster.

I hope that the player named Sanchi Water will be in good condition. Rest                                                

"The more complex the operation, the more mana it takes. It is better to use less medical knowledge that you have nowhere to put." Nick Young waved his hand, and a hot wind blew across the wet Mrs. Morgan, drying its fur.

Every year, he hugged Mrs. Morgan, who had been washed and smelled, and came to Nick to fight and make trouble.

"Hey? Has Hyde and Jekyll been offline?" Niannian looked at the twins standing there and raised her hand to shake in front of the two of them.

"Yes." Nick retracted his gaze, glanced at the "statue" on the left, and nodded.

His eyes swept away again, paused somewhere for a moment, fell back on Nian's face, and his originally tired eyes condensed into a light again.

"Ba, bha, bha." Nick slowly applauded, turned around to face the players in the world, and bowed gracefully, as if he had just finished a symphony performance.

Nick straightened up and waved his right hand. John, Sarah and York had already stood there one after another, raised their left hand again, and the twins, Craft and Dion also appeared beside him.

Niannian jumped off Mrs. Morgan's back and was gently pushed to the side where Dean was standing, and was blocked by Dean.

"Dear gentlemen and ladies, please allow me to introduce you to you solemnly," Nick opened his arms wide, his lips raised, and his white teeth were smiling, "Your most adorable, Christmas clown mercenary group!"

"First, first!" Nick snapped his fingers, and John was gently rolled up by a small whirlwind and floated forward half a step.

"Paladin John, level 67, specialty is killing people and chanting scriptures."

John put down his silver face armor, only revealing a pair of red and brown eyes, and quietly looked at the leader who had added his specialties to him without authorization.

"Second place! Third place!"

After the twins got off the line, their bodies that remained in place also floated up, like a human-shaped balloon.

"Hed and Jekyll, the Holy Master of Light, are both at level 66, and their specialty is to cure diseases and save people." Nick grinned. The audience who traveled around the world immediately questioned the specialty of a member of the Christmas Clown Mercenary Group.

"Saraswati! Level 69 Water Saint Mage! Friends who like tattoos can find her!"

Without waiting for Nick to move, Sarah had already taken a step. In the dim moonlight, Sarah's tattoo was not obvious, but this did not prevent everyone from noticing her bald head, two exaggerated round earrings and the butterfly pattern on her neck covered with white eyes.

"Craft, a level 65 dwarf forging master, is good at transforming various weapons, but he is best at it," Craft rolled up his sleeves and trousers to reveal his calves and arms made of metal. "It is a transformation of the human body. Friends who need it can come and have an interview."

Nick raised a finger and paused a little. "Ah, I need to remind you that Craft has a bad temper. Some parts of him may be cut off for experiments. I hope that before looking for him, everyone will determine which part of the body they don't want, and then make an appointment with the twins for a bed."

"Finally, welcome our clown, York!!"

Nick cheered loudly. York took off the green hat on his head and bowed to greet him, holding the striped straps outside the yellow shirt with both hands, and big scalp boots kicked and slapped the ground. He danced on the spot.

"York, Dwarf Knight, level 67, specialty is to make people laugh happily!"

As if scared by Nick's words, York slipped and fell to the ground, his expression was extremely terrified, and he was a little proud, exaggerated and funny.

Players in the world burst into laughter. York's performance was even more vigorous, like a layer of ice on the ground. He tried to get up several times, but finally fell to the ground in various postures helplessly.

Nick let York perform, turned around lazy and looked at Dion who was specifically ignored by him. The staff in Dion's hand had long been retracted and replaced by an olive leaf.

Dion walked into the world under the moonlight, and after three steps, everyone's eyes were focused by him.

Everyone held their breath unconsciously, as if they had seen a god coming from an ancient epic. The naked upper body was as dazzling as marble, and as holy as moonlight as undesecrated.

But he also has a pair of charming and delicate sharp ears and lingering eyes, which make people grow a desire for destruction and defilement deep in their hearts, and they can't help but imagine the picture of the god kneeling at their feet.

York had quietly retreated, and Nick curled his lips disapprovingly.

"In the lower Dion, the elf mage, the level is not worth mentioning. I just want to make friends with you." Dion looked at the female players with dull eyes and smiled gently, which made the few people blush.

Every year I am amazed. With people like Dion, others think that the elves have charming skills is really not a misunderstanding.

"This is our leader, Nicholas," Dion made a mistake and gave up Nick, "Wind Holy Master, level 70."

Even though they were mentally prepared, after hearing this level number exactly, the players in Xingtian were still aroused a burst of exclamations and discussions.

Dion's eyes passed through the crowd and collided with a male player in a robe in Confucian robe.

Shisui stood under the purple-shirt tree, beside him was a bunch of three-foot water that had already been removed from the line, and Zheng Qi who was pulled by him.

When they arrived from the Qilin Army in the rear, the battle had ended, and the Westerners had already begun to chat and rest on their own.

Although I was unable to witness the battle of these people with my own eyes, the blizzard that had gathered before and the big tree in front of me proved the strength of this mercenary group, and the fragmented NC corpses that had not yet been refreshed even more indicate their violence.

Zheng Qi and the other two consciously stood behind him as audiences, and together with others, they watched the curtain call of the "Jokers".

Qi Youfeng was sent by their somewhat heroic gazes, and passed through the team that traveled all over the world. After finding the Nian Nian, Dion was pulled away by the appearance, and the eyes that were scrutinized by others were stymied and unable to move.

Feeling the obvious repulsion, Qi Youfeng did not get close to these people anymore, and retreated aside to Niannian.

The curtain call has not ended yet, and the most important person has not appeared yet.

It seemed as if the crowds separated from each other had become air. Dion looked at the eyes of the year, held every year's hand, and let her stand in the center of the Christmas clown mercenary team.

"Finally, let me introduce our cutest member, the founder of our mercenary group, the elf archer, and cyberleave."

...

Real world, h country.

Albert took off his boxing gloves, and the virtual enemy in front of him disappeared instantly. The clothes made of smart memory fabrics absorb sweat and quickly dry. The robot on standby brought functional drinks and snacks. The somatosensory treadmill under his feet turned into a recliner to provide muscle massage to the relaxing Albert.

Albert, who had sweated, was extremely happy and called out the projection screen to play the ancient game.

This kind of game that doesn't require brains is really suitable for him now.

"Ding Dong!"

The game is still three steps away from the end of the game, and an email prompt pops up above the screen.

Albert swept it casually, and his finger stopped in the air, allowing the game's countdown hourglass to turn faster and faster.

"Title's Several Suggestions for Protecting the Underlying Data World and Computing Resources

Sender by your most loyal player Robert Louis Stevenson

"game over!"

A bead of sweat oozed out of Albert's forehead, which was reflected by the red prompt light at the end of the game, as if a drop of falling blood was falling.

Who was discovered? Is it Simire???
Chapter completed!