Feng Dong exclaimed, "That's a big investment!"
"Yes, that's a big investment."
Ye Bai echoed.
Some people say things like, "It's not good," or "It's not suitable."
When it comes to actually taking action, they wish they could skin themselves alive, pull out their tendons, scrape their bones, and grind themselves into powder.
You're really ruthless, Ninth Master.
The CCF group quickly assembled, though it has since been renamed the CCS group.
Thanks to someone, Liu Xueqi's S-level talent could not be hidden at all.
After the six people gathered, Zuo Lingxie immediately assembled a typewriter.
"I made an automatic typing software in my spare time, and I'm just testing it out."
"There's such a thing?"
Zhao Lin asked curiously, "If this is widely adopted, won't all those authors lose their jobs?"
"Um."
Besides the left-hand spirit weapon, Fate was also on high alert.
He laid out the white paper and carefully wrote a single character with a fountain pen:
"good."
Then, he stood there, unsure of what to write next.
Zhao Lin was the most excited, leaning halfway out to look around.
"It's about to begin!"
Ye Bai took a deep breath, gripped the ballpoint pen, and pressed the nib against the white paper.
According to the plan he and Ying Jiu had agreed upon.
On the one hand, Ye Bai wrote down the important information he could see.
On the other hand, Ying Jiu would conceal the contents of Ye Bai's paper and transmit the information.
here we go!
brush--
brush--
Rows and rows of soldiers, generals, and even kings appeared before the crowd, marching in perfect unison.
An atmosphere of impending doom instantly filled every space.
Zhao Lin recognized them by their flags and medals.
"Lin Haijun Regiment!"
"Legion Commander Lin Wangchao is a War God of the Wood and Water elemental knight class!"
As a reserve member of the legion, Zhao Lin had thoroughly studied this subject and knew quite a bit about it.
Ye Bai glanced at it, flicked his wrist, and the brush moved like a dragon and a snake.
"Lin Haijun, treatment for Lin Wangchao's injuries: Take 200 strands of Lin's hair..."
Ye Bai paused here and glanced at Legion Commander Lin Wangchao again.
This guy... is bald.
"Never mind, I'll finish writing first!"
The pen tip leaves lines of text on the white paper, black words on white paper.
With each glance, Ye Bai would write down hundreds of words on the paper.
The legions below were moving very slowly.
Ye Bai wrote very quickly above.
"Lin Haijun, Liu Dazhuang has six hidden injuries..."
"Lin Haijun, Li Hu, a follower of the Eighth Demonic Cult, a sixth-tier warrior with true combat strength..."
"Lin Haijun, Wang Pangpang, second awakening of talent..."
"....."
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