The Supreme Equipment Bar of Online Game Doomsday

Bang! Either sword patted Ye Ning's back, and said affectionately: "Come on, brother."

How did any sword feel so familiar after saying this sentence? Isn't this what he often told him? Why did it turn the other way around tonight.

Chapter One Hundred and Seventy Five

Twenty-three o'clock in the evening, a very late time on a winter night. Regardless of whether there is money or not, whether today's work is finished or not, regardless of whether the novel of Kuangchai is updated or not, everyone is going to sleep under the quilt at this time.

The happiest thing in winter is neither that nor this, but a lazy sleep. It's best to sleep like a snake and wake up in the spring. When you wake up, you are still full of energy.