The cold feeling spread from the fingertips to the wrist, like a poisonous snake wrapping around the blood vessels.
I looked at the red name status on the screen. Next to the five big characters "Guild Wanted" was my pitiful level 5 logo. Chase him down across the server, and he will be rewarded with 10,000 gold coins, plus a piece of legendary equipment.
Just because I rejected the application from the guild leader called "Sword God World" to form a team.
"Fuck." I cursed and let go of the mouse.
Fatty Wang from the next work station came over and said, "Jiang Che, are you dead again?"
"No."
