In recent years, more and more novice supernatural people who have stepped into the practice of the tomb have fallen, and in the long run, the supernatural ones will perish sooner or later.

In order to protect the pillars of these countries, Yee Ying College proposed a plan to replace the practice of going to the tomb with a virtual game warehouse.

Let the country develop a virtual world as soon as possible that is almost as realistic as reality, but the body will not be substantially harmed.

This is a big test for the design team, not to mention the top technical skills, and they must also know the trivial things of tomb robbing in order to design a virtual space that is just like the real world.

But Yan Qianling's industry is mostly industrial, and it has never been involved in the game industry.

Looking at China, the only one who has the ability to take over this hot potato is Xuening Entertainment.

But Xuening Entertainment's funds were not enough to develop this project in the short term, so Yan Qianling thought of cooperating with Mo Chenxiao.

"Mr. Yan, with all due respect, I don't like to work for the country."

A faint smile rose at the corner of his mouth, and Mo Chenxiao said bluntly.

The country's projects are basically loss-making, and if it weren't for the backdoor of wanting state support, a fool would do such a thankless job.

And he is a dust owl, and he doesn't care about this country as a backer at all, so why should he take on this thankless job.

"Mr. Mo, we know each other so well, how could I let you do a loss-making business."

Yan Qianling understood the deep meaning of his words, the smile on the corner of his mouth softened a little, and the eyes that looked at him were full of affection.

Ripe?

How cooked?

Familiar enough to understand each other's body structure?

The smile on the corner of Chi Wan's mouth under the desk became deeper and deeper, but it only made Yan Qianling shiver again.

Is the air conditioner in the Ink Owl's office broken......

"This time is very tight, my father only gave me three months, that is to say, within three months, I must design a bug-free game warehouse, you can rest assured, I won't let you do it in vain......"

At the same time that Yan Qianling explained the huge economic benefits brought by this cooperation.

Chi gracefully grabbed the chair under the ink owl's ass and moved it in his direction, bringing him closer to him.

Ink Dust Owl: "?!" ”

What is this going to do baby?

"Mr. Mo?"

Seeing that his expression was not quite right, Yan Qianling paused and looked at him puzzled.

"Go on."

kept beating the drum in his heart, but the ink dust owl on his face still said slowly with that unfazed look.

The muscles stiffened rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the space, the sound of a slight zipper sliding sounded.

Love to play, huh?

Let you have enough to play!

Ji Wan's eyes became a little more evil, the evil smile on the corner of his mouth lingered, and the burning breath swept across his skin inch by inch, carrying deadly danger.

Oh, my God!

She could have been a little bolder......

trembling all over, Mo Chenxiao only felt that all the organs of the heart, liver, spleen, stomach, and kidneys trembled.

The heart seemed to stop for a few seconds at this moment, and then it began to soar all the way, and the roots of the ears quickly became hot, and the whole body was about to burn.

"Mr. Mo?! Why is your face red, is it uncomfortable? ”

No matter how sluggish he was, he could feel that something was seriously wrong with him, and when he stood up, Yan Qianling was about to go over to check on his situation, his eyes overflowing with worry.

"Don't come here!"

Suddenly raised his hand and roared hoarsely, and the face of the ink dust owl became slightly distorted in an instant.

The voice is even different from usual, as if he is enduring something.

"Are you alright?!"

Paused in fright, Yan Qianling didn't dare to move forward any further, and his little face turned red in a hurry.