This Game is Not Easy

Under the setting sun, his expression was so deep, as if he was thinking about national affairs and the safety of the people.

However.

What Xiaowen is really thinking about is actually another question.

He… hasn't had a bowel movement for three days.

A martial artist.

The dignified owner of Suozhuang Village.

Able to fight against strange transcendence.

Why...and constipation.

What exactly is this for?

This problem troubled him, and made him less interested even in the dance hall where the lights were interlaced.

No... it shouldn't be like this!

Ballroom, you should get up!

It was because of my inactivity that the elders of Suozhuang, who were forced to dance together by myself last night, all had a bitter face and did not feel the joy of dancing in the dance hall!

My fault... it's all my fault!

With that deep and profound expression, the servants who hurried in to report the letter were so frightened that they didn't dare to report casually.

Until I saw the Great Elder Meng Er and came in from the outside.

He just came back to his senses.

"Report, report to the elders! Our Suozhuang dance hall model has been plagiarized by others!"

"…"

Meng Er was stunned.

After carefully pondering this sentence, after a while, he asked in a daze: "How did you plagiarize?"

"They, they built a hall with the exact same structure as our dance hall, and then asked better singers, cheaper prices, and we had a price war!"

"Ah... well, then they, they don't think the ballroom is very..."

Meng Er glanced at the villa owner who was still contemplating the sunset, and quietly lowered his voice.

"Don't they think something like a ballroom is weird?"

"Of course I think so! But the people like it! Once our dance hall was launched, it became popular all over the city, violently making money, and everyone was so jealous that they wanted to take a piece of the pie with us!"

"Hey... Forget it, as long as brother Qing likes it... Brother Qing, brother Qing!"

Xiaowen's constipated expression twisted thirty degrees.

With a side face, facing Meng Er.

"If you have something to say, you will retreat."

"Ah... Yes, there is something, our dance hall has been plagiarized and creative. Some people have imitated the structure of the dance hall in the city and are rushing to open first..."

"what?!"

Xiaowen suddenly stood up.

Meng Er and the messenger were startled, thinking that the village owner was angry.

The result is a look at…

He He…

He was laughing wildly!

His expression, how bright his smile was.

"Miaomiaomiao! Suozhuang's difficulty, it is saved!"

"Brother Qing, we are talking about the plagiarism of the dance hall's creativity, not the difficulty of Suozhuang..."

"You don't understand. The dance hall is an opportunity and a signal. It can summon a group of strange talents with extraordinary talents, or spiritual warriors, and flock to Suozhuang. The [Grey Breath Storm] has been eliminated, and the invitations sent by the ten elders desperately, I didn't ask Lingmeimen to help me. With Suozhuang's own strength, it is even more impossible to survive the catastrophe. The only way is to use strength to fight...Do you understand?"

"Understand, understand..."

The two suddenly nodded like chickens pecking at rice.

Meng Er's eyes are full of stars.

Why didn't I find out before that brother Qing was so smart.

"Well, it's good to understand. How loose is the seal?"

"It's already very serious. There are thirteen cities under the name, and there are already seven cities. The power of the seal has almost reached its limit. Those powerful and strange people who were once sealed by their ancestors are about to reappear. At that time, the first target of revenge will be our Suozhuang. …”

"Wait! Use the percentage I just taught you to describe, don't describe it vaguely as very serious, I can't form a clear concept. As for Ragnarok, it's just a feast before dawn, and the deity will fall before the gods. Before that, it's all over."

"Brother Qing is saying something incomprehensible again... In terms of percentage... maybe... 85%?"

"Okay, just 85% seal breakthrough. Real-time monitoring, real-time reporting. By the way, what about the elders who danced with us last night? Why can't you see any of them today?"

"They... They said they were worried about the seals of various cities. In the early hours of this morning, they fled before dawn... and rushed to the territory to monitor."

"What a noble sentiment! All are credited with great merit. If this calamity is over, if our Suozhuang is still there, everyone will be rewarded!"

"Then, what about me? Brother Qing, do I have a reward?"

Xiaowen narrowed his eyes.

"You are a great elder, you can reward yourself with whatever you want. The ballroom mode is a great success, and our Suozhuang treasury is about to burst. Give whatever you want."

"Then, then I want... want..."

Meng Er blushed, and said softly, "...then I want... brother Qing you..."

"You want me? You want my autograph? You want me to paint a portrait? That's right! This is a good idea. Come on, call the best painter in the city. The face of this deity will definitely go down in history. Let me draw a few more angles. Yes, keep it as a family heirloom."

"No, not a portrait, I want you..."

"I know, I know, I'll give you three portraits as family heirlooms."

Xiao Wenyu patted his shoulder earnestly and said: "Everyone has a share, all the other elders have one, only you three, you see how good I am to you."

"well…"

For a while, I don't know whether to be happy or sad.

But he soon regained his optimism and went to work on the idea of ​​Xiaowen's portrait.

After the two of them left, the hall recovered to Xiaowen alone.

He started the contemplative action again, lost in thought.

"Dream II, Dream II. Suozhuang took office as the adopted daughter of the Great Elder. Her background is unknown, and she was born... Spirit Vision!"

This is a dungeon world where spiritual power and spiritual vision determine strength.

However, Meng Er, who had never practiced before, grew up naturally, possessed a five-point spiritual vision, and definitely had an extraordinary background.

But...how to dig deep, whether to dig deep, also depends on whether Suozhuang's hardship can be overcome.

The power of Suozhuang is the foundation of this role, and if you can save it, try your best to save it.

It really can't be saved, and then try to find a way to abandon the car to protect the handsome.

"King of Darkness... Your favorite dance hall dance, I have already prepared it for you. Why didn't you realize it, this is my help message. Could it be... Could it be... Are you not a human being?"

Xiaowen fell into thought again.

As long as you can see the dance hall, you can know that the builder of the dance hall is the player.

For the sake of this head, other players will definitely find themselves.

Let this power be used for yourself and break the game for yourself.

"This ~www.readwn.com~ is my plan."

"I didn't expect it, Brother Hei!"

So, come and join me.

Then praise me badly!

No one praises me, I'm so sad!

Sad group!

…

Light Tour City.

Night has fallen.

However, the newly built dance hall in the city was full of people, and it was as lively as a night market.

"Get up! Get up! Get up! Get up!"

Accompanied by the rhythm like sad music, a group of ordinary people dressed in sackcloth swayed and swayed like weeds in the empty dance hall.