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When the light of the Demon God of Dawn lit up, the leader of a gathering place opened his eyes.

He greedily recalled the fragrance of the dream, but after a few seconds he reluctantly left the warm bed and set about preparing for today's work.

It's the Spring Festival. Although he doesn't know why there are such obvious four seasons in the ninth hell, this does not affect him to divide the four seasons and rely on the season to determine the day's work.

Putting on thick stinking animal skins, he got up and looked at a animal bone hung on the beam of the house with a hemp rope, and breathed hard at the animal bone.

The animal bone began to rotate slowly, and when it finally stopped, its sharper end pointed to the north.

Although this approach may be a bit superstitious, the leader feels that the probability of getting food by this method is not low.

Every gathering place that can live to the present has more or less superstitions. After all, in the **** where life and death are involuntary, this method can make them feel that their life is theirs.

Opening the door curtain, he shouted out among the piles of tents: "There may be a discovery in the north. Let's go to the north today!"

The ragged members of the tribe walked out of the tent yawning.

Afterwards, the sound of mouthwashing, the sound of fighting, the sound of grabbing food, and the crying of the children were endless, and it took a long time to calm down.

After the expedition was dressed, someone asked, "Boss, when shall we go to the royal family?"

"Quickly, collect another batch of food, and we will have enough supplies."

"Otherwise, let's go to the New North Wind City, where it is said that the construction is pretty good. And it's relatively close, we..."

Before he finished speaking, he ushered in an iron fist from the leader.

"New North Wind City? How could that kind of garbage be compared with the royal family? Listen to me, in the royal family's territory, the river is not water, but golden mead; the tree is not leaves, but avocado. Bacon! As soon as you walk into the other's territory, there is gold everywhere."

"Then they won't pick it up?" a tribe member asked curiously.

"You don't understand this. They have noble morals. Each of them is like a saint. They can't do things like leaning over and picking up gold. They don't need to work, don't worry about the intrusion of evil things, because their souls are like saints. It can exempt all evil things. Even the most ordinary royal family can dispel evil things with a single word and turn the surrounding into a holy place."

"It's great..." a member said yearningly.

"It just so happened that I got a ghost TV, now let you open your eyes and watch the wonderful performance of the royal family."

Skillfully turned on the Ghost TV, the leader adjusted the channel, and soon found a program.

After turning to a program with "This program is sponsored by the royal family", the leader nodded with satisfaction: "That's it, watch it."

All the members gathered around and watched the video excitedly, screaming "So handsome" and "This hanging" from time to time.

In the middle of the video, the emotions of all members have reached a climax.

Everyone did not speak.

They have been completely immersed in the wonderful show, just watching it quietly, and looking forward to the ending.

Then, the nightmare came.

After the ending was played, no one moved until someone cried silently.

The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment.

This feeling is like meeting a girl who is in love in the wild. When she is about to complete the great harmony of life in the woods, she unexpectedly finds that the other party is bigger than her.

Of course, some people may be more excited, but not including them.

This is how they feel after watching the video.

The leader also felt like eating chocolate-flavored shit, and what was even more hateful was that the other party was still telling him with great fanfare that it was shit.

It's true, like fake shit.

Suffocating the feeling of nausea, he said: "This is an elegant art, we may not understand. Let's have another one."

The next program sponsored by the royal family has begun.

This video is more exciting than the previous one. The first ten minutes is the pinnacle of human art, and in the end everyone burst into screams.

"Why! This guy can turn into a giant and see the future. The co-author is a silly silly at the end!"

"The endings I dig out with my toes are better than this thing!"

"God, can you hear my voice! Please erase my memory, any method will do!"

The leader couldn't hold back, he went to the toilet and stared at the excrement for ten minutes before he eased his emotions.

Back to his original position, he said to the angry members: "Look at one more, just look at one. Bad things won't happen three times a day. I think it will be a little more serious this time."

After the third show was over, the leader had been hung up by the angry members.

"The brain that can produce this kind of show is definitely sick! The royal family that can give birth to this weird culture must also be sick! Let's go to that **** place, you might as well just kill us!"

"Yes! To the royal family of him, we are going to the New North Wind City! Who agrees and who opposes!"

"Those who dare to object will be hanged!"

"The royal family must die! I don't agree with the royal family!"

The angry residents of the gathering place hoisted the leader, collected all the materials, and then stepped on the soft soil towards the New North Wind City.

In the New North Wind City, another population explosion has ushered in.

Three days later, Dylan counted the latest population data, and it felt outrageous.

He found and took off his clothes, lowered his head and asked in confusion, "Is your program so effective? The population has doubled recently, and the growth trend has not yet come down."

"Don't say it, I'm enduring condemnation from my conscience. Although we have a hostile relationship with the royal family, I still think this behavior is too inhumane."

"Do you still have a conscience!" the weak chicken man on the side shouted angrily, "Can you care about me who reviewed the film for you!"

"You deserve it, go and watch the film."

He directly knocked the weak chicken man back into the basement, took off his clothes and jumped back and said to Dylan: "If the effect is good, continue to maintain, but I only have one request. Don't say that we did it."

"I will try my best, and you will try my best. Look at the posture of this new group of people. If they know that you did it, then they will be the first to kill you."

"That's good. Later, let's discuss the resettlement method of the new population. Well, what is that?"

In the sky ~lightnovelpub.net~ a behemoth flew over from a distance.

Its size is even comparable to that of the Demon King. Its huge body fully demonstrates the unique beauty of Demon King's industry, and its smooth lines seem to be pleasing to the eye as an exquisite oil painting.

Accompanied by a dark cloud, this ancient dragon-sized airship landed on the square and almost filled the square.

After the airflow that swept when the airship landed subsided, the airship's door slowly opened, and an old man leaned on a cane and slowly walked out of it with the help of the maid.

This is an old man who looks very kind, with a temperament like autumn sunshine, neither too hot nor too cold.

He walked slowly to Dylan and took off his clothes, took off his felt hat and saluted gently, and then said with a smile: "Please forgive me for coming here, but I have something very important to discuss with you. I am a royal family, number 3."

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