Logging into the game the next day, the fat man was waiting for the two of them in Anklama City early. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Captain, it's up to you, let's form a team as soon as possible!"

In a tavern, three people who have no money to buy alcohol and just sit dryly at a table look at each other.

The fish-man stretched out a flipper and buckled the gills of the fish, and asked, "Do you know what a clan is?" ”

"I haven't formed a clan, but I've played guilds." Blood Demon smiled innocently and talked about his game history, what formed the Hegemonic Service Guild, and so on in the national war game.

The fishman only heard a bad chill, which is typical of a person's stupid money and being cheated by others. The old song is still told with relish.

"Actually, my ultimate goal is to build an entertainment company with game-derived idols as its products!" The four fists of the old song were clenched together fiercely to express his belief.

Speaking of this, the Blood Demon is obviously fanatical: "Investment, advertising fees, sponsorship fees, and more importantly, fame is fans, no one knows who doesn't know!" ”

The skeleton kept tapping on the table with one little thumb, which was a sign that he was lost in thought, and said softly: "Old song, there is a sentence I don't know whether to say or not. ”

The Blood Demon was immersed in frenzy and said, "Captain, I treat my brothers as brothers. ”

The fish-man slapped the blood demon's strong chest muscles and said, "Yes, good brother, ahahaha." ”

Hearing the fish-man's uninhibited laughter, the meows next to him all showed expressions like they looked at neuropaths. Nowadays, players generally don't have gold, so most of the people who come to these places to spend money are still Meow residents.

The skeleton was speechless for a while, and then said slowly: "Old song, young people are always full of enthusiasm when they are ready to start a business. ”

"I don't know what you mean by the company, but you only talk about the team," and then Li Moyou knocked his little thumb on the table and said: "The formation of a team is not just talking, it needs personnel, development strategy, all kinds of troublesome things, and of course, the most important thing is capital." ”

The Blood Fiend nodded and talked about his plan.

When I learned that the other party had received 500,000 sponsorships, it was even more about the rise of the conversation. The two discussed in detail, including the current environment of the entire market, how to build their own popularity, and how to seize the opportunity after the opening of the Oracle Arena. And so and so and so and so

The fishman yawned, he was a qualified thug, but by no means a qualified strategist. For him, fighting professionally is no different from fighting, it is nothing more than rushing up and beating the other person down. If you play well, then you are awesome, and you deserve to be famous.

"Are you Mr. Sake?" At this moment, a tortoiseshell meow found Li Moyou, "Lord Meowbos asked me to inform you, I hope you will go to the cathedral as soon as possible." ”

What is that dead fat cat looking for me, the skeleton is puzzled.

After saying hello to the two and agreeing to meet and talk about it in the near future, they went to the cathedral under the leadership of the tortoiseshell.

"You're here." In one of the cathedral's side rooms, Meowbos turned.

This big fat cat is nearly half a meter tall, with a cane in his hand, looking up and down at the skeleton frame in front of him, looking at the latter for a while, and his bones are pimpled.

Li Moyou secretly wondered in his heart, this old cat doesn't have any quirks, right? I've never heard of cats like to gnaw bones. He still asked obediently: "I don't know what the respected tower keeper commands?" ”

The fat cat staggered to the skeleton with a cane, and hit the skeleton frame twice with the cane, which frightened Li Moyou so much that he reflexively released the bone purification skill.

"Don't be nervous, little one." The fat cat smiled and walked back to the steps and sat down in a chair.

"If the races of all Guardian incarnations are divided into the five tiers of the pyramid, the Terrans are the third tier as the dividing line."

"The first tier is the royal family, the second tier is the nobility, the third tier is the middle race, and the fourth tier is the lower race, what do you think the fifth tier at the bottom of the tower should be called?"

The skeleton scratched its bare skull and said, "Scum? ”

"That's right, scum."

"And as the skeleton at the bottom of the fifth ladder, it can be called the scum of the slag, that is, the slag."

Li Moyou was not calm at that time, fuck, why did you call Lao Tzu just to let Lao Tzu see your tricks?

Scum? I'll you old fat.

Although my heart is like turning over the river and the sea, I can't beat this fat cat, so I can only endure it.

And the big fat cat nodded with satisfaction and said, "As a scumbag, I can actually come this far." Never give up, constantly turn disadvantages into advantages, and the first rainbow bridge. I have to say, you're an extraordinary scumbag. ”

Damn, are you complimenting me? It's extraordinary, I thank you, but why do you have to add a scumbag.

Li Moyou's face was not wavering, and he even buttoned his nostrils.

"A great philosopher of our meow tribe, and I once said that the meow can be accumulated, and the meow of the road can be a lion."

This means that with unremitting efforts, any meow can train himself to become a lion. The same goes for skeletons. I'm optimistic about you, scumbag. ”

Grass, as far as you are also a philosopher. The skeleton shook its head noncommittally, not expecting that this fat cat was not only narcissistic, but also made chicken soup for the soul.

"Now, I'm going to ask you a question, Scumbag."

"Ask, ask." A certain scumbag, who was a little upset by the scumbag, waved his hand and said.

Meow Bos raised his cane and pointed to the relief behind it, which was a three-headed giant lion: "What do you think is the most important potential to become a king?"

"Kingly style." As soon as the king's domineering spirit was released, countless beauties bent their waists together.

Meow Bos shook his head and said, "It's too vain, be realistic." ”

The skeleton thought for a moment and said, "That is, it has a lot of strength." ”

"That's wrong." Meow Bos stood up at this time, bowed respectfully to the giant lion behind him, and said, "The real kings are those who are the most determined. ”

"He's probably not the strongest."

"Wisdom does not reach all things."

"Compassion cannot bless all beings."

"He even failed a lot, and he was bruised all over his body."

Meow Bos snorted and jumped up to the skeleton, his eyes revealing a terrifying majesty, "But he will never be defeated!" Even death could not stop his will from circulating! ”

Li Moyou only felt a tremor all over his body, as if he had been shocked. Thankfully the skeleton didn't have tears, he thought to himself.

He still remembers the mural of the giant lion lying in ambush, one head was cut off, and two, two were cut off, and one more.

The three heads rolled on the ground, their eyes still wide with rage.

The king is dead, but its corpse still chooses to fight. Because behind him are the people he guards, and where his will lies.

The leg was cut off, and there was the tail, and the tail was cut off, and I still had blood, and the blood was gone, and I still had flesh and bones.

Flesh and bones are crushed to ashes, and the soul still roars unyieldingly!

His body was already in ruins, and his soul was devastated.

There was no one to fight alongside him, lonely, tragic.

"What would you do if such a king, whose sanctity is now being polluted, trampled on, and ravaged?"

"Die for the king!"

The words blurted out, and the skeleton said in a positive voice.

"Okay, I really didn't misunderstand you." The fat cat was very satisfied, and his smile was very relieved. "Come out, Bieber."

"Captain!" The white cat that came out of the small door saw the familiar bone frame at first sight, and immediately exclaimed: "Golden fish, fish!" ”

"Smack." With a bang, the fat cat stretched out his crutches and knocked on Bieber's small brain, criticizing: "Just know to eat, eat, eat!" ”

Little Bieber looked at the fat cat's round belly, pouted disdainfully, and said in his heart that you are an old foodie.

"Scumbag, come here."

"Now I'll give you a mission."

Mission: Purify dreams.

Description: The will of the king will always shelter the great meow tribe. In order to pay tribute to the three giant lion Crien, the Meow Clan summoned the illusion of the great Krion with the help of a dream of a World Tree, and threw the last piece of the king's godhead into the illusion.

After a hundred years of faith precipitation, the illusion has now manifested the flesh and recuperated in dreams.

But for some reason, the dream was invaded by powerful vanity creatures, and now the dream is about to collapse, and the former king is also polluted!

For the will of the king, for the dignity of the Meow family, guardians, go and purify the dream!