Fantasy: God-level Store Manager

Murong Haitang noticed Ying Wuji.

A bright yellow light beam emerged from her hand and sank into the latter's body.

Ying Wuji felt that the magic power in his body suddenly filled up to several percent.

The sacred blessing of the Saints of Light, in simple terms, is the ability to buff teammates.

This kind of auxiliary occupation is unpopular among customers.

Few people choose.

Murong Haitang is one of the few people.

The battle continues.

With the attention of the others involved in the Vanguard Infectious body, Ying Wuji successfully sneaked into its side.

No extra words.

Ying Wuji narrowed his eyes.

The sneak is over.

Show up.

"Curse of the Dark Night." Murong Haitang's deep voice sounded.

A strange breath enveloped the infector.

Its movement suddenly became sluggish.

Due to the large level difference, the duration of the curse is very short.

For Ying Wuji, it is enough!

Perceiving Ying Wuji's attack, it was too late for the invader to react.

A faint shadow flashed away.

Vaguely, along with the flames bursting from the fireball, there was a muffled grunt.

In the chaotic environment, there seemed to be Gu Yunxi's exclamation...

Should be infinitely landing.

Behind him, the Pioneer Infector lost its movement.

Seeing this, everyone stopped their attacks.

After a few breaths, accompanied by a dull crash, the infecting body collapsed.

Ying Wuji got up.

In his hand, he holds a dark dagger.

The clothes on his body also showed signs of scorching black everywhere.

In front of everyone, there are prompt messages.

Because they all participated in the battle with Vanguard Infector.

According to different contributions in the battle, each person has different experience.

Ying Wuji, as a killer, has the most experience, a full 10,000.

Let him successfully promoted two levels.

"Ahem, Teacher Ying, I didn't mean it just now." Gu Yunxi came to Ying Wuji with a look of embarrassment.

Whose hand was the fireball just now has already had results.

When the others saw this scene, they naturally knew what had happened.

There were bursts of chuckles.

Even Murong Haitang couldn't help but smile.

Every player is not yet familiar with his own profession.

Coupled with the casual mode, there is no setting to ignore teammates.

An accidental injury on the battlefield is indeed possible.

"It's okay." Ying Wuji shook his head.

Gu Yunxi breathed a sigh of relief.

Ying Wuji looked at Murong Haitang.

The latter smiled and said softly, "Healing."

The misty brilliance was falling, and Ying Wuji's injury was recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"It always feels so slow, not as effective as Coke." Bu Lige couldn't help saying.

"This is a virtual world, and Coke is something in the real world. Can the two be confused?" Bu Shiyi rolled his eyes and turned to Murong Haitang, "I always feel that Haitang's mentor's profession is very powerful."

Murong Haitang smiled upon hearing Bu's poetic words: "The Saints of Light don't have any martial arts skills."

"It can increase the strength of others, and can heal injuries, which is much more powerful than the mage!" Gu Yunxi couldn't help but said, "And now I can only use fireball..."

Perhaps the last sentence is the point.

"Yes, I feel the same way."

"I regret choosing the swordsman now, what should I do? The Saint of Light is so powerful."

"It's useless to regret..."

Gu Yunxi's words caused waves of approval.

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