Everyone looked at the center of the team in disbelief, that fatso Mage with a round face. His chubby hands scratched his hair, he laughed dumbly and said, "What are all of you looking at me for?"
Baili Changcheng pointed at the equipment while in a daze. "That… that is Dark Gold equipment, the best out of the best."
"Dark Gold then Dark Gold, I don't care." Domestic Fat Cattle sniffled his nose and spread out his hands before saying, "Do you think I can still pull out the damage output rankings to get this equipment, use my nose to look at you in a cold and elegant manner, then ask you to scram?
Qiu Yuan patted his shoulder and gave him a thumbs up. "Fatso, just based on what you said just now, I like you!"
Zheng Ziliang hurriedly coughed at the side. "She means the like in a normal meaning, as a friend."
"Hehe." Domestic Fat Cattle blinked and then squinted his small eyes into a line. His face that was like soft candy revealing a satisfied smile.
