He just agreed to the invitation of the Holy Three Organs to fight, without raising the price or other additional requirements.

Because of talking with the Holy Three Organs, Mu Qian still felt a little emotional in his heart.

Things are not people, and time passes.

Looking at the tall back of the orc at the bottom of the sea slightly distorted by the undercurrent of the sea, although the orc tried his best to straighten his waist, it was inevitable, already a little rickety.

Although the China area is large, in Mu Qian's eyes, it is getting smaller and smaller, just like the distant back.

The total number of resources is just that, if you want to have more, you have to seize more in the hands of others, this is an iron law, and it is also a simple problem like one plus one equals two.

"Master, you're still lazy when everyone is gone, come over and farm monsters!"

Xiao Wanyue urged, without him fighting monsters, this efficiency was instantly reduced a lot. She didn't notice the complicated and heavy gaze of Mu Qian, who was facing away from her.

Mu Qian did not respond immediately.

If you get old one day, will you also face this dilemma? Can you be as open-minded as the holy three organs?

Although he has the reputation of 'old bastard', how ironic this is for an old player who has dominated the game industry for many years and should have retired with honors.

"Here we are." Mu Qian had already put down these thoughts when he got up, and he was not sentimental.

Put away the floating seat in front of him, shoulder the big sword, and return to the ranks of monster farming.

Fifty-nine to sixty levels, there is still a long time for him, but this period of time is definitely much shorter than that of ordinary players.

The holy three organs were also led away by the reception staff arranged by the old wolf.

Whether he wants to inspect the divers who will go out tomorrow, or he wants to find a place to pass the time, or level up and fight monsters, there are people to receive them, demonstrating the people-oriented hospitality of diving.

Fighting strangely, Linglong sent a text message: 'Kamen, are you going to help the Holy Heaven fight tomorrow?' ’

Mu Qian asked rhetorically: 'Aren't you going?' ’

Then I'm just looking for an opportunity to deal with the offline matter, and if my supervisor forces me again, I'll hand in my resignation and change the owner." ’

'Personal assistant. ’

'Hate it, concentrate on fighting monsters. ’

Well, it's not time for you to take the initiative again.

Boss Mu turned his head to look at her, with a slight smile in his eyes, and turned around and plunged into the battle ahead.

He is single-mindedly upgrading, impacting the ranking of Yangyue City and China, which can be regarded as fulfilling his long-cherished wish once.

concentrates on fighting monsters, and when others think that this is when he is impacting higher strength, they don't know the deeper concerns in his heart.

Maybe it's these memories that make him more motivated......

Leveling up is not so easy to practice, and some people even go the other way, feeling that desperately leveling up goes against their original intention of playing the game, and they also feel that as long as the level is enough for them to travel freely to the major cities, it is enough to get something out of the way.

Therefore, the nature of Bo Liang was sitting on the bank of the moat of Drunken Moon City at this time, and he got a fishing rod alone, fishing for the living creatures in the moat.

Fishing under the moon has a unique charm.

The water surface is quiet, there are no ripple marks, and the eyes that are thin and cold by nature are also, and the slightly narrowed eyes reveal the light of thought from time to time.

What was he thinking?

I'm afraid only I know, the mind of the fox is much more difficult to guess than the average girl. There was an empty chair beside him, and a fishing rod pinned to the chair, as if waiting for his fishing friend.

Several thieves appeared behind him, and the flat-headed, mature middle-aged thief uncle sat on the seat next to him.

It's the tomb.

"You're tempted?" The fox didn't raise his eyelids.

"Of course, we can't afford to be tempted by this price." Tomb smiled, "Anyway, we don't have to bear the consequences of losing the war, it's enough to take the money." ”

"Do you think we're going to lose?"

"Hmm." The tomb thought for a while, and said directly: "You are not the opponent of the Great Sword Emperor, and your tactics and strategies are inferior to him." ”

The two were silent for a while, and seemed to be a little unspeculative.

After a long time, he said coldly: "What I am most proud of is not worth mentioning in the mouths of others, this feels really ...... It's a little unpleasant. ”

"Look at the point." The tomb laughed a little sarcastically.

Nature Bo Liang shook his head: "Sometimes the light of the bright moon is too bright, which will make the stars around it lose the meaning of existence. ”

"The meaning is still there, without the stars, it is impossible to compose the beauty of this night sky." A smug smile appeared on the corner of the tomb's mouth, and he said, "Tricky Fox, you and I have dealt with each other a few times in the past two years, if I guess correctly, you should have other plans in the Sword God." How's the plan going? ”

The nature of Bo Liang glanced at him, his gaze seemed to be slightly meaningful, and said with a smile: "I don't understand what you're saying." ”

"Don't worry, I'm just curious. If my intelligence is correct, you seem to have a lot of influence among the Dreadnoughts. The tomb said indifferently.

"It's all over, I'm now the sword god's military advisor, and what I want is to assist the president to develop and strengthen the sword god." The corners of his mouth showed a soft smile, "Taking people's money to eliminate disasters for others, I have a very pure employment relationship with the Sword God." ”

The tomb's somewhat disdainful face seemed to have a few big words written: I don't believe it.

The nature is thin and cold, and he opens the topic without a trace: "Tomb, tomb, you are the tomb, where are you buried?" Is that your wife? ”

"She? She's not, as much as I want to, but people don't look down on me as an uncle. Tomb laughed, "She doesn't usually show up, but if you can increase the price, of course she can show up." ”

"No, a woman's influence on the battle situation is not worth those gold coins."

"Not necessarily," Tomb yawned, a little bored, "she's our Killer's Workshop's most treasured secret weapon. The contract contacts the fat thief, and I hope that your sword god will follow the spirit of the contract. ”

"We don't want to go to court." The nature of the thin and cool fishing rod is pressed down, and it seems that there is a fish on the hook.

And the system prompts that a friend has sent him a text message.

"It's a pleasure to work with." The tomb stood up and spoke, and as he walked towards the gate, the figure gradually melted into the air.

Bo Liang, who was naturally good, stood up from there, swept up the fishing rod, looked at a small fish the size of a palm struggling on the water, and then forced the rod into his backpack.

The little fish was untouched by the line, fell into the water with a pop, and soon disappeared without a trace.

The people on the shore put away their stools and walked leisurely to the gate of the city, which was not far away.

The burial studio, which was finally chosen to lean in Drunken Moon City, was the Sword God.

The dive was not actively invited, the price given by the sword god was the highest, and compared to several others, the sword god had a greater probability of winning in the next battle for supremacy in Drunken Moon City. Even if it fails, the Sword God has Moon Chasing City as a backing, and the final payment will definitely be fine.

It also makes sense that they chose to help the Sword God.

"Boss," the fat thief quickly followed the tomb, "are we really going to help the Sword God?" Why can't I keep up with your train of thought every time. ”

"If I can't keep up with the train of thought, I will execute, am I at fault?"

"Not really."

"That's it, let's go, contact the team to start coming over and prepare for the war in Drunken Moon City."

"It's a big deal...... Uh, the sword god's military advisor? Did he enter the hotel? The fat thief muttered, as if he had seen something.

Tomb snorted, "Whatever he does, just a conspirator." ”

"I'm just curious where he can go and what he can do? I also saw a guy who was also quite interesting and went in as well. ”

"Who?"

"Hot-blooded youth ......"

"Cut, these two guys must be doing something bad together." The tomb smiled disdainfully, "By the way, where is the burial now?" ”

"That girl has been mysterious all day, I don't know."

"When she takes the initiative to contact her, tell her that I have something to do with her." The tomb snorted a little dissatisfied, "It's also a partner in the studio, and I haven't added a friend with my brother for so many years, and I don't leave my mobile phone number or anything!" I really can't do this business! ”

When the fat thief heard him complain, he could only laugh.

But then again, their burial studio is indeed a little strange......

The Holy Three Organs had hired 8,000 divers, and on the second day of his arrival in Yangyue City, he was already ready to set out in the early morning of real time.

Four thousand elites, four thousand quasi-elites, Mu Qian gave this old man a lot of face, and stood quietly after gathering on the square of Yangyue City.

"That's good," the orc uncle who got off the line early yesterday and wanted to rest, was obviously in good spirits today, walking back and forth in the phalanx composed of divers, with a satisfied smile on his mouth.

These divers, with an average level of 58.8, are definitely the top 20% of the same level, plus the tactical command of diving is quite mature compared to other guilds.

The combat strength of these 8,000 people is estimated to be stronger than the same number of Saint Heaven Elite Legions. -- This is the calculation of the heart of the Holy Three Organs.

When Mu Qian walked from a distance carrying the bright stars, the originally silent eyes of the players in the square burst into flames.

That's the flame of the desire to fight!

The calm during this period of time made them unable to suppress the fighting blood in their hearts!

"Emperor boy, haha, you are indeed here."

Mu Qian smiled and nodded, which was a very polite response, obviously he was in a peaceful mood today.

But it's just peaceful, there's no excitement or joy.

He looked at the divers in the square, his sword raised in the air, like a punch slamming into some real cushion in the air.

The divers raised their blades neatly, and there was no sound here, but the power made people unable to look up for a while!

The Holy Three Organs were secretly shocked in their hearts, this elite division of diving had reached the point where they could instantly burst out with all their combat power without words of encouragement?

The Great Sword Emperor is really terrifying.

The old wolf walked up to the Holy Three Organs and said, "Come here from the three visceral seniors, it will be time to hire in a few minutes." ”

"Okay, let's go, I've also contacted over there, and I'm all ready." The Holy Three Organs smiled, "At this time, we have controlled the West City Gate, and the battlefield is scorching. ”

"This is a wandering poet, and then these elites will be dispatched by him."

The old wolf pulled the white-robed priest beside him over, and the latter nodded indifferently at the holy three organs.

The eyes of the holy three organs lit up, if you say that diving is not the same as the Great Sword Emperor, who does he want to pull the most? That's definitely the Holy Light Sacrifice who is well versed in the art of war and tactics.

"The seniors of the three viscera can just look for him directly, I still have some accounts that have not been counted, so I will go first."

The old wolf fled quickly.

The wandering poet walked to the teleportation altar without speaking, making the holy three organs who had just planned to open his mouth to cultivate some feelings a little embarrassed, but he could only scratch his head and follow.

And as the wandering poet issued one command after another in the 'Mercenary Channel' improvised by the Guild Channel, the 8,000 divers also began to move.

Mu Qian's figure was mixed in with the elite, and a few familiar middle managers said a few words from time to time, and it was usually others who asked him excitedly, and he sometimes nodded, and sometimes answered a few times indifferently.

Linglong went to work in reality today, and Wanyue was thrown at the leveling point by Mu Qian, so that she could work hard for diving and producing a holy armor knight as soon as possible.

In addition to him, there is also a wandering poet who is responsible for command and coordination. Although others also want to follow their own club for a long time, they really can't spare time, and they are all entangled in everything.

For Saint Heaven, with the Great Sword Emperor personally accompanying the army, this weight was definitely enough.

"Which main city are you going to?" The wandering poet suddenly raised his head and asked the holy three organs.

"Crimson."

"That's a good name." The wandering poet squeezed out a smile, "Teleport in batches, Crimson City." ”