After hearing Zhao Xu's answer, Nan Xiaowei wanted to tell him not to joke.
However, when she saw the calm expression on the other party's face, her questioning words were suddenly lost.
Fang Fang's suspicions gradually faded.
The name " Midsummer " also reverberated in her mind, and what followed was a sense of joy.
It was both admiration and mixed with the feeling of seeing them in a new light since childhood.
"Argh! Zhao Xu, you've actually entered the interior of the divine gear. Then, aren't you ... Aren't you afraid?"
Like a teenage girl, Nan Xiaowei also had a longing for the great gods in some games.
The name " zhongxia " had already attracted a lot of attention after the first wave of announcements. Many people were looking for clues about the vocational training places.
Many Studios and even investors had already secretly inquired, trying to find out how much a "divine weapon" was worth. If possible, they would be able to pay a deposit.
