As the sky gradually became late, the magical capital of the World of Fighting God was filled with bloody dawn.

After more than an hour of bloody battle, the strongest King Guild, who finally killed all the eighteen cavalry Blue Prison warriors, finally ushered in the dawn of victory.

In this battle, 70% of the strongest King Guild players died heroically under the edge of the Blue Prison Warrior Dark Gold Axe.

The rest of the people were all ill-healed, and many players were even in an empty blood state. It seemed that a gust of wind could take him to the novice village.

However, this situation is quite unsatisfactory. If the number of people left in the end is far smaller than the current situation, this time the Magic City tour to guild construction will suffer a complete loss. This is Chen Fuyun's personal thought.

According to Gao Fei's optimistic statement, if the casualties are discarded, it will be a great success to be able to successfully eliminate these eighteen Blue Prison Warriors.

After getting off the line, Chen Fuyun, who took off his helmet, sat in front of the window. The rain from morning to night outside Suzhou City finally stopped.

It was starry night outside the window again, and a deep feeling of fatigue hit my heart. I took out a cigarette from my pocket, lit one, took a few deep breaths, looked out the window, barely expelled the fatigue in my heart.

Today, when I was fighting the Magic City, especially when I was fighting the Eighteen Blue Prison Generals in the end, the feeling of looking forward and looking back and forth to reduce casualties for the guild but not being able to do so was obviously deeply stimulated by him.

The strongest King Guild suffered heavy losses in that battle. Although it finally defeated the Blue Prison General, it was just a miserable victory. The price paid was very different from the gains obtained.

The main reason is that there are great shortcomings in strength.

While Chen Fuyun sighed in his heart, he was also glad that he and his brothers from the Strongest King Guild did not encounter the Shura undead.

Otherwise, the remnants of the strongest King Guild who were destroyed by the Eighteen Cavalry Blue Prison Warriors will definitely be at risk of destroying the Magical Capital.

They gathered in the Magic City mainly to make the guild construction degree, and other experiences, equipment, etc. rely entirely on luck.

Because the number of guilds is large and the probability of explosive equipment of monsters in the Magic City is extremely low, even if a few things are occasionally exposed, they will only be picked up and handed over to the guild as guild property. After the battle is over, the brothers in the guild can use this battle to kill monsters to exchange the guild's contribution value to independently redeem.

In this kind of situation where you only seek construction without extravagance, if you fight against the creatures like Shura Undead that are terrible enough to wipe out the entire guild, it is tantamount to seeking death.

Although Chen Fuyun was thinking about seeing how powerful the Shura undead was when he entered the Magical Capital, he could wipe out a large first-class guild with an overall strength of thirty-six Huachengs. It must be extremely powerful.

However, after seeing the scene where the Blue Prison Warrior was so fierce that he could almost ignore their attacks, jumped on horses and held an axe, and killed them across the strongest King Guild camp, Chen Fuyun faded.

One day, Chen Fuyun, Gao Fei, and their strongest king guild will have an elite cavalry like the Blue Prison Warrior. No, it is even stronger than the Blue Prison Warrior. They not only need elites, but also unparalleled! Because they are the strongest king's iron cavalry!

Thinking of this, Chen Fuyun felt excited because he remembered that when he was sweeping the Abyss of the Dragon, he had received many Black Lin Battle Cavalry Orders.

Although this kind of thing has only a small probability of summoning the Black Lin Battle Cavalry, if his luck is good enough, the twenty-eight Black Lin Battle Cavalry Orders in his hand can completely allow the strongest King Guild to take the lead in forming a team of powerful cavalry!

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

Chen Fuyun was thinking about whether he would develop a group of Heilin Battle Cavalry as soon as possible, and when he took them across several leveling areas, a gentle knock on the door came from outside the door, and then, Qingyi's voice sounded.

"Sir, are you still in there?"

Qingyi's voice was always gentle and sounded very useful. Chen Fuyun turned over and strode to the door to open the door for her.

"Sir, are you... okay?"

Qingyi leaned into her body from outside the door, and Shui Ling's delicate eyes fell on Chen Fuyun's face that seemed paler than usual, and asked with concern.

Chen Fuyun smiled and said, "I'm fine, why do I look at me like this? Is there anything dirty on my face?" As he said that, Chen Fuyun reached out to wipe his face, a little confused and rare silly looking, which made Qingyi smile with a smile on his face.

It’s not too much for Qingyi to not smile. This smile made Chen Fuyun even more confused. He felt that his smile might have really confused Chen Fuyun. Qingyi stepped forward gently, stretched out her slender and delicate palm, and shook her slightly in front of Chen Fuyun’s eyes, then turned out a rice grain. She spread her palm and showed the rice grain to Chen Fuyun, smiling and said, “The president just hung a rice grain on his face. Now, it’s gone.”

Chen Fuyun was slightly stunned, then remembered a word that his mother had taught him, so he reached out and picked up the rice grains in her palm, threw them into his mouth, and said, "Now, it really is gone."

After the rice grains passed by Qingyi's palm, it seemed to have a hint of warm fragrance. This warm fragrance was like the scent of slowly steaming on the dried pine trees in summer. It was faint. Chen Fuyun didn't have any special feeling before, but now it smelled, but he inexplicably liked it.

Qingyi has always been indifferent to many actions made by Chen Fuyun in front of her. In front of Chen Fuyun, her temperament was gentle and indifferent.

This indifference is different from what Chen Fuyun feels in Lin Shiyun and Tang Xiaowu. Qingyi's indifference is related to her simplicity in nature. When she is in front of Chen Fuyun, she is like a piece of high-quality rice paper. No matter how she describes it, it still has its good nature as always.

Qingyi accepted Chen Fuyun's gaze with a smile and asked with a smile: "The President led us to play games for most of the day. You should be hungry, right?"

Speaking of this, Chen Fuyun suddenly remembered that it was almost nine o'clock at this moment, and his stomach was already hungry and almost roaring. When he remembered the delicious food made by Qingyi, Chen Fuyun's index finger was shaking.

Qingyi's eyes just glanced at Chen Fuyun's abdomen, and she knew what Chen Fuyun was thinking at the moment. She smiled slightly and said, "Qingyi specially made chopped pepper beef and braised pork ribs that the president liked to eat in the evening. The girls below should be waiting for you to go downstairs to have dinner."

Chen Fuyun smiled and said, "That's it, then don't let them wait for a long time, let's get up." As he said that, he followed Qingyi downstairs.

Before he could take a few steps, Chen Fuyun suddenly remembered something, turned his head and asked Qingyi, "Qingyi, what are we having for lunch?

Qingyi replied with a smile: "Did you forget it? We ate hot pot for lunch."

Chen Fuyun said oh, and looked at Qingyi with a strange look: "It seems that I didn't eat when I was shabu-boat, right? What's the situation with the grain of rice on the corner of my mouth just now?"

Qingyi's cheeks, which had always been calm, suddenly flushed suddenly, and she whispered: "Maybe, it's an overnight dinner."

"Overnight dinner..." Chen Fuyun touched his nose, suddenly with a little melancholy on his face.

When he went downstairs, the sisters in the studio who were waiting for him to have dinner with had already served all the meals for Chen Fuyun. Tang Xiaowu, who knew that he had been tired for the afternoon, carefully served him a bowl of appetizing soup. When he came down to eat, the temperature of the soup and the food was just right.

Living in the studio with these girls who are both delicate and have different personalities, Chen Fuyun felt very satisfied and a little sad.

During the five years he spent in Beijing, he was stolen by a dog.

Fortunately, I had the honor to meet Sister Jia in those five years, otherwise I would have been in a daze and would have been arranging it in that big city for the rest of my life.

Obviously, I can't think too much when eating. Chen Fuyun is a kid who is very strong and has a great appetite. At this moment, he eats and drinks soup. He is voracious and jealous. On the dining table surrounded by girls, this kid can still let go of his hands and feet as if nothing has happened.

However, although he was very fierce in his meal, his eating behavior was still very good. In short, when these girls looked at his meal, they could only see that he was eating particularly sweet.

Because Chen Fuyun neither made any sound nor leaked when eating.

Qingyi is undoubtedly his favorite way of eating this way.

Qingyi is a woman who carefully cooks this table of food. Of course, she hopes that someone will eat it sweetly and enjoy it.

When Chen Fuyun didn't enter the Guns and Rose Studio, she and Tang Xin often had dinner. The two girls had a small appetite and ate less. Qingyi didn't go to the kitchen to prepare meals so diligently. Often when it was time to eat, Tang Xin called and ordered two takeouts to deal with it.

After moving in with Chen Fuyun, Qingyi seemed to be more in love with the kitchen she liked since childhood. She often cooked for three meals a day.

Moreover, most of these dishes are made by her taste that she will like.

In view of this, Tang Xin, who has always been outspoken, often laughed and joked that Qingyi was "the president's personal maid."

Qingyi always took Tang Xin's jokes and jokes indifferently.

In her opinion, it is better to be a personal maid. As a member of the Strongest King Guild, it is the most normal thing to do your best to treat your president.

What's more, the president has a lot of relationships and cares about her in games and life. This is also a kind of polite relationship for her.
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