While the clone Lu Fan was indulging in muscle exercises, the gods of the temples were celebrating.

Although there are more than a hundred gods missing, their vacated chairs are filled with rare wines to mourn their fallen companions.

The sacrificial **** who presided over the celebration raised his glass aloud and cheered loudly: "Celebrate, my compatriots, once again we defeated a formidable opponent, and we defended the majesty of the gods."

Except for the crying girl who was weeping silently, the other gods cheered and raised their glasses and drank the wine.

There were also sane gods staring at the only empty chair.

That chair should have sat on the Demon King, but the new **** is currently being exiled in his own temple, and it is estimated that it will not be released for a long time.

But what if he came out?

The demon king with the strength comparable to the main **** is bound to set off a **** storm, and this conflict will not simply end with the fall of a hundred gods.

In hindsight, this plan seemed a bit reckless, so why didn't the gods react before it was implemented?

Where did the mistake go?

They faintly thought of an answer, but when they really solved the riddle, they suddenly felt a trance.

The blood of the foolish gods who were injected into the origin of the world by the gods played a role, making them feel that everything didn't matter.

forget it!

Have fun!

Leave the future to the future, and now just immerse yourself in the joy of defeating the devil.

Previously, because the gods of fear of the demon king began to act, the demon gods also began to find new containers suitable for becoming the demon king. The war between the brave and the demon king began to enter a new chapter.

In the human world, Wolong is now arrogant and exasperated.

"What, it's Wolong and Phoenix!" Wolong shouted loudly.

"What, it's Wolong and Phoenix Young!" Feng Young also echoed.

Beside these two funny creatures, the hypnotist who originally wanted to criticize them has no confidence now.

Acting rashly, offending the **** of health, and then triggering a change in the city of hot springs, this incident could have sent them two on the street lights.

However, as soon as the system announcement came out, these two players had already taken a big step forward on the road to torturing the gods, and they were the players with the farthest progress among the players.

What's even more hateful is that the hypnotist still needs to assist these two guys to torture the **** of health together, and strive to grab the title of "the little prince" as soon as possible.

"Okay, I know you two are great." The hypnotist said helplessly, "Tell me about your next plan."

"No plan!"

"Let's take a step and take a look!"

"Geniuses never need to plan, geniuses just need to feel!"

"Hurry up and get the happy water from the fat house in the game, then we will feel more."

"It's like flying!"

The hypnotist feels more headache.

His character tends to be sensible, and he can't really be together with these guys who are only one step away from a madman.

No way, he can only turn his gaze to the magician: "Do you have the latest information? I need to refer to it."

"Yes, I did some sorting."

After receiving the magician's report, the hypnotist flipped through a few pages and found that the contents were detailed and the data was powerful. It should be an individual who wrote this stuff.

Glancing at the magician on the side, the hypnotist found that the other party was still dealing with the intelligence gathered by other members with ease, arranging the direction of the adventure group's funds, and by the way, looking at the boss of Duran who didn't understand anything but was commanding indiscriminately, he sighed.

"It turns out that you are still a behind-the-scenes boss, the magician." The hypnotist said admiringly.

"Why did that guy be kind to me?" The magician shrugged helplessly, "I decided long ago. Before that guy dies, I need to repay me."

"I don't know if you are repaying your kindness, are you interested in drinking two glasses with me and discussing the next plan together?"

"It doesn't matter if you are sixty-seven?" The magician looked at the hypnotist playfully.

The hypnotist turned sideways and glanced at the slim waist of the magician exposed.

"It doesn't matter if you are a hundred years old," the hypnotist said solemnly.

"Then wait until I am a hundred years old. I will look forward to it."

The rejected hypnotist could only smile helplessly, and then continued to read the report.

Wolong Fengchu Hospital has been closed, but the "Elixir" is still on sale in secret.

And because the public channels have been cut off, the existing "magic elixir" are all smuggled goods, and each bottle of "magic elixir" is expensive because of layer by layer. The original "magic elixir" of 10 gold coins is available. Fifty gold coins have been fired on the black market.

The purchasing power of one gold coin can make a family of three live well in one year, and fifty coins are already savings that a family can't make for a lifetime.

At the time of ten gold coins a bottle, the people have already seen hope, but this hope is fleeting like a meteor, leaving only the sky that looks more gloomy.

"Wolongfengchi is pretty good in this aspect. It pushes the sect of the **** of health to the opposite of the people through this kind of hard-needed item. Whether it is accidental or meticulously planned, this is very beautiful."

Turning his head and looking at Wolong and Fengchi who had begun to pull others to play with snakes, the hypnotist boldly defined this incident as accidental.

But after looking through the report, the hypnotist felt that it was not enough.

The "magic panacea" can seize part of the high-end market, but the bottom-end market is not yet able to seize it.

Players still have a mission to promote the faith of the unknown god, and the large number of poor people is the best source of faith.

"Wolong, Fengchu, will your medicine still have an effect after it is diluted?"

"Yes! We often use diluted panacea to soak in the bath, and the bath water is used to make soup, and the effect is great!"

"That's good. Also, I will prepare my own meals in the future. I won't eat yours if I kill them. I feel sick just thinking about it."

"Slime soup is delicious." Boss Duran leaned over and said, "I feel uncomfortable if I don't drink a little every day."

"Magic, take care of your benefactor, don't let him come and tear down my stage!"

Confirming that the bath water is useful, the hypnotist created a supplementary plan in his mind.

In a few hours to perfect this plan, the hypnotist called Duran's boss, carried the coffin and walked into the lord's room in the city of hot springs in the early morning.

After being awakened by the sound of the coffin falling, the lord decisively covered his wife's mouth to prevent her screaming from causing unnecessary trouble.

After seeing clearly that it was Duran’s boss, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and then asked in a low voice: "Boss Duran, what do you want to do? I have already done the previous things. Is there anything you are dissatisfied with? ?"

"When you get on this boat, don't want to get off easily. Either die with us or bring down the **** of health. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

"Can't you be a spectator?"

"The grass on the wall is always the first to die, you can choose for yourself."

The lord glanced at his sleeping son.

After taking a bottle of panacea, this frail and sickly son has become healthy, and he can't get any money for it.

Sitting up, he scratched his hair: "Forget it, I will stand by your side. After all, I owe you my life. But I declare in advance that if there is a problem, the safety of my wife and my son will be given priority."

"Don't worry, we will move them out tomorrow morning."

"That's good, let's talk, what do I need to do?"

"A power." The hypnotist took over. "The power to allow a new **** to enter the city of hot springs."

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