They discussed the dangerous idea for a morning, and finally decided for a while after lunch that "this kind of character could be used as a selling point".

At the same time, it was agreed that we had to wait for "Do you want some oranges?" This netizen came over to make the final decision.

However, when it was two o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was shining so brightly that there was no shade to escape the heat, and the man did not come.

So they discussed the issue of "no-show", and discussed whether introducing "no-show" into the choice of visual novel would increase the sense of substitution or game flexibility from a tricky perspective.

So when the orange cat got up gracefully, filled his stomach, and walked to the park as if he were strolling around, he did not see two impatient waiting humans.

On the contrary, they were in a heated discussion so that they could not find a suitable entry point.

"Suddenly I remember, I can't seem to speak?" Tilting his head, Li Zhi finally found a huge omission in the plan to invite people to the park without thinking much about it last night.

....... The god of dice thinks it has a way.

"It's not a big problem...... "For a player who is accustomed to using high-end operations, agile thinking is essential, and a feasible plan appeared in Li Zhi's mind in an instant.

The claws popped out of the sheath, and the orange cat landed on the grass in the park, finding a place where no one was and drawing a pattern that was still round.

Then, it looked left and right, watching for passers-by, and almost seconds when it was safe to do so, it drew a ditch in the shape of a six-pointed star.

It wasn't all over yet, and although his eyes were looking at this simple and clichéd pattern, his mind went deep into his memory, flipping through a Cthulhu rune that he hadn't reviewed in a long time.

Soon, following the instructions of memory, a pair of cat's paws were nimbly embroidered on the edges of the circle, which, of course, to the ignorant looked like an orange cat sprinkling - perhaps it had buried a small dried fish in the same place as a dog.

That's not worth noting.

Some ripple-like patterns are disordered and mysteriously surround the six-pointed star, and if you ignore the six-pointed circle at the core, the pattern seems to move on its own, rotating clockwise or counterclockwise, and all the ignorant and fearless who put their eyes into it may be able to see the other side of time, but will eventually die in their ignorance.

Li Zhi didn't draw this pattern to have an in-depth exchange with the Hound of Tyndalus, it was just that the dice god was reminded last time to find a summoning spell that was not supplied by the magic net.

There is no magic net in the world of Cthulhu, but it has given birth to magic, so Li Zhi wants to make a thing to see if he can make COC's magic power supply DND's spells.

It was an easy attempt.

After solving some of the lace patterns, the orange cat's paws returned to the middle of the six-pointed star, drawing an eye-like pattern.

At this point, a simple Cthulhu-style summoning figure is complete, but it is still a few steps away from the actual spell casting-

It ran to the park's cobblestone path, picked up a cobblestone of the right size, placed it back on the eye mark in the center of the hexagram, and drew an inverse pentagram on the stone with wet earth.

The next step was to supply mana to activate the improvised summoning array, but the god of dice prevented it.

Wait, what do you want to summon?] From the pattern of the summoning array, the god of dice could see that this guy might want to summon Xiu Ji, but the creature located by the door seal drawn with the reverse pentapointed star as the core sand is not a creature like Xiugus, which is probably quite cute.

The inverse pentagram barely appears in the Cthulhu Mythos, and even in fan-created running groups, there are very few scripts that use it as a clue.

It looked at the haphazard summoning array at this time, and seemed to understand why there were so few famous non-cultist mages in the Cthulhu Mythos since ancient times.

If every mage is like the person in front of him, doing random experiments, don't say that the mage is extinct, even if the earth destroys it that day, it will not be strange.

[You ......] I don't know what to say, [Are you trying to summon Xiu Ji?" Or do you want to lure all the black goats over? 】

The orange cat's paws stiffened, silently pulling off the wet soil that was sticking to the stone.

[Pentagram, the direction points to the sky, I don't bother to correct the direction with you...... You brand your arcane sigil around the Eye of the Hexagram. 】

Very obediently, he pressed a secret sigil under the stone.

Like this trick in the trick, the orange cat uses the mana in its own body - usually just sleep after using it.

Seeing the orange cat's four big words written on his face, "I'm not blue", the dice god sighed lightly, and simulated a human form and scratched his hair into a sparrow's nest.

Then it reached out and dug into the void, throwing what it had grabbed in front of Li Zhi.

This thing looks like a daffodil at first glance, but when it landed, seeing Li Zhi was like seeing a relative, crying and chirping, and a few drops of honey dripped from the flower bones, which were probably tears of happiness.

The orange cat pinned Shoggus, who was trying to wrap his tentacles around him, to the ground and meowed.

After the last dungeon fragment was over, it was casually thrown by the god of dice, and accidentally thrown into the Yug Library's Xiu Ji, which quietly dressed itself as a daffodil with its own vase, and trembled under the residual breath of the Yog boss for four years.

Now before he has enjoyed a trace of the warmth between master and servant, he has been squeezed out of labor again.

It is well known that the Shogues have a very convenient ability to freely generate organs, including human vocal cords.

There is a spiritual link between Xiu and Li Zhi, and the communication between the two does not need words at all.

So in this copy, Shogues, who is probably the most aggrieved in history, becomes a tool for simultaneous translation at this moment.

The orange cat took this piece of cultivation in his mouth, which was almost like a translation konjac, and ran to a no-man's land and began to train.

In the park in the afternoon, moaning sounds came from time to time in a pile of bushes, and their voices were different, all repeating the word "ah~".

Sometimes, when a passerby was still a way away from the bushes, he couldn't bear to look directly, so he forcibly diverted his steps and left in the opposite direction, and from time to time he sighed that "the day is prostitution, and the world is going down."

Although one of the parties just wants the second party to find a sexy, magnetic and calm and deep, as soon as I hear it, I feel that there is a story, and I feel that it is the timbre of the holy sound of the Great Dao to match the character of his hermit master.