Chapter 424： WeChat private visit

The Harriman Mountains remained silent and resolutely guarding the mission area of ​​the Night God, isolating the ferocious and militant nomads from the mountains.

Eternal years and the Hundred Years' War have not changed a single bit of it.

is like Anqiluoshao Town under the mountain road, dilapidated and chaotic as ever.

In addition to desperate bandits, only refugees who have lost their land are willing to come here to try their luck.

Whenever a prairie **** believer with feathers in and holding a scimitar crosses the Harriman Mountains, the little wealth Angelo has accumulated so easily will inevitably be sifted away by a scimitar like a comb.

However, in recent months, the important town of Angelo has undergone earth-shaking changes.

Above the ruined outpost town, there is a huge and mysterious magical creation that is extremely unsuitable for Angelo.

It is so huge!

so that when it floated in the air, Angelo got dark once a day, at noon, for an hour.

Townspeople, call it: Xiaoye.

The **** of the dark night turned into a mercenary, and when he came to this small town that was nominally his mission area, it happened during the night.

looked up, the sun's rays were all covered by the huge pyramid, and the whole town was plunged into darkness and...unusually bustling.

Yes, it's just lively.

The rays of light that did not seem obvious during the day, at this time, looked so dazzling in the shadows.

is like the fire of hope.

"I haven't seen it before, afterlife? This is our only one for Angelo."

A voice with a bit of pride rang in the ears of the night god.

He followed the sound and saw an old man in ragged clothes with a proud face.

"It seems that the old man understands it well?"

asked the **** of the dark night.

The old man looked up and down at the God of Dark Night with a disdainful face, and said, "You can look down upon me as a young man? Old man, although I am illiterate, but I don’t know how to read my ears, I don’t know if Internet News is being broadcast every day? There is no Internet News. , I am not blind!"

When the old man talked about this, his eyes rolled and he changed the subject: "Hey, did you just come to Angelo? Old man, I have lived here for seven or eight years. Everyone knows a little bit about everything, so don’t believe me. , Even the barbarian on the other side of the mountain, I also have a way, as long as three hundred interconnect coins, I guarantee you will become a local pass in three days."

Ha, it turned out that this old man took the initiative to strike up a conversation with the God of the Night, but he was selling himself.

"Really? Then accompany me to stroll around this Angelo. It's a good company and rewards."

The God of Dark Night smiled and threw away a roll of interconnected banknotes.

The old man took it quickly, opened the Internet skillfully, scanned it briefly, and after confirming that it was real money, he suddenly smiled.

The two entered the town. Unexpectedly, the rumored dilapidated Angelo town exudes a sense of prosperity.

Outside the shops on both sides of the main road in the small town, various neon lights are shining. Under the background of the small night, it not only hides the simplicity, but also highlights the prosperity.

"I heard that Angelo doesn't have a production job. What's the matter with the sky full of light...?"

The God of Dark Night asked casually, a trace of surprise flashed in the depths of his eyes.

The reason why he agreed to cooperate with the God of the Internet and open Angelo to the God of the Internet, in the final analysis, is still using the God of the Internet to fight the God of the Grassland.

The only value to him in this small town that has repeatedly changed hands is just a whistle for warning.

Opening up to the **** of the Internet not only has no loss, but can also use the prestige of the **** of the Internet to frighten the **** of the grassland, so that he does not dare to act rashly.

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 at the same time seize the opportunity to possess Angelo legally.

what?

Is this to lead a wolf into the room?

Hehe, his missionary area has long been infiltrated into a sieve by the **** of the Internet.

Need to know, his ability to occupy this mission area is not so much his power as the acquiescence of the Kaman gods.

is to use him as a buffer zone between the gods of the grassland.

And he is located in the kingdom of the eternal night in the far north, and he happens to be able to conquer the west and contain the **** of the steppe.

This is a pit.

But for the sake of elemental quality, he still jumped in.

For this he paid the price of never extinguishing the flames of war.

In order to fight the steppe god, he hired the fourth natural disaster, and it was this fourth natural disaster that infiltrated his mission area silently.

You must know that the fourth natural disaster is not only the people who live in the virtual world, but a considerable part of people also live in reality.

They cooperate with each other to form an intricate chain of interests.

The fourth natural disaster is their military guarantee.

They... have also become free thugs of the gods of the Internet.

Thinking of this, the God of Dark Night couldn't help feeling a bit of powerlessness in his heart.

"Hey, you don't know anything about it, let me ask you, who can come here?" The old man stretched out his hand and chopped off his neck: "Tell me, these heads are pinned to the waistband. Man, can you not have a good thing in your hand?"

"In the past, these good things were either not easy to get rid of, they could only be sold at a low price; or they were too hot and could only be kept. Now it’s good, with Internet shopping, hehe, there are buyers all over the world, so don’t take the opportunity to sell them at a good price. Let’s not tell you, there are more fresh faces than familiar faces in the town recently, and they are all here, and there are also some Erdao dealers who come here to buy goods!"

The old man finished speaking, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "It would be nice if this thing came early! But it's not too late."

The **** of the dark night was shocked when he heard the words, and he became more angry: "Come early? Humph, without the **** of the night nodding, the **** of the Internet dare to set up a bird's nest here?"

"The younger generation is a believer in the **** of the night? Don't blame me for speaking badly. The barbarians come to fight the autumn wind every year. The guards in the town take the lead every time to escape. The guards that lead everyone to avoid the barbarians are the guards built by the merchants. The **** of the night is so powerful, why don't you see him come out? No matter what? You can't even stop a barbarian, and you want to stop the **** of the Internet? It's a joke."

The old man had a look of disdain, and he did not offend the enlightenment of the followers of the God of Night.

Rao is the spirit of the gods, and the **** of the night is almost out of anger when he hears this.

He glanced at the old man. The old man was holding a pistol with his palm in his sleeve. There was a magic bullet in the gun.

Obviously this is the old man's support for speaking freely.

In other words, how many people who can survive in the land of long battles are easy to be born with?

"It seems that the church in this town should be replaced by the **** of the Internet!" A smile appeared on the corner of the **** of the night, and his heart felt like an ice cave.

The reason why he visited Angelo privately on WeChat was actually to get a deeper understanding of the express sorting center and the penetration of the mission area.

If the situation is good, maybe he will open more cities.

If things are not right, the result is self-evident.

Now the words of this tramp make him feel bad.

"do not!"

The old man raised his hand:

"I'm actually also a believer in the dark night... don't you? Believe it or not, believe it or not, although the **** of the dark night is bad in every way, but where is the pure land in this world? Kerviel? Haha, I heard that Kerviel has many rules. It’s scary. There are appraisal doors everywhere. You can only buy long guns. If you buy a small one, you can grab it and go to jail. Old man, I can’t adapt to that life. At least I can sleep peacefully next to the church in the dark. Isn't it?"

try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 has already set up the murderous **** of the night, and suddenly he was stunned.

"Lady, I guess you must scold me again as a false believer, stop scolding, I admit it, I agree, whoever works, I believe whoever!"

The old man grinned, saying that it is absolutely blasphemous in the Kingdom of Eternal Night.

But at these words, the **** of the night shook his whole body.

A distinct enlightenment was faintly born in my heart.

"Go, the old man will show you the Angelo Intelligence Center, there must be something you want."

"Oh, do you know what I want?"

"I don't know, but, although your clothes are simple, the fabric is not woven, and you are dressed as a mercenary, but you have a hidden air. The old man has seen this attitude in the master magician all his life. You come here, and you want it for sure. It’s not wealth, so what's left is self-evident."

The old man smiled and said, "I've seen through you long ago" proudly.

The **** of the dark night, who was awakened by the old man’s words, smiled and said: "Old man has good eyesight, go, let's drink and talk."

"Hey, why are you drinking places?"

"The wine bug in your belly told me."

An old and a young smiled and entered the only tavern in the town side by side.

The tavern is not big and it's crowded with people.

The smell of wine, the smell of sweat, and the cigar...put it into the nasal cavity.

Various virtual screen lights, stacked on top of them, are dazzling.

Jiu Zhuang insulted and cursed grinningly;

The whispers of second-hand dealers;

There are also several barbarians who mingled with each other, uttering dialect slang that they didn't understand.

Various sounds converge into the noise and excitement unique to the pub.

The old man and the **** of night ordered two glasses of wheat beer, they found a corner and sat down. They were about to talk freely, but they didn't want to hear the sound of scolding suddenly in the tavern.

"Fuck it, Poseidon’s eyeless crap, I think it’s jealous Internet shopping! Go to your uncle’s business trap, who do you curse?"

An angry curse drew the crazy applause of countless people. They did not applaud the injustice of this person, but applauded his disrespect and insult to the gods.

Obviously, there is a lack of basic respect for the gods.

"Look at the forced article, what did you write?"

The cursing man zoomed in on the virtual screen and shouted loudly, attracting countless people in the pub to watch.

"What the hell?"

"What did you write? Read it to the master."

There was a sudden noise in the tavern.

The God of Dark Night glanced at the drunk who was enjoying the attention, and opened the Star Web interface with a heart move.

I saw a large number of articles criticizing Internet shopping in Starnet News.

【Be vigilant, beware of the commercial traps of internet shopping! 】

【Connected shopping is magnifying the business advantages of Kerville and destroying the industries of various countries. 】

【Sad! Internet shopping will speed up the process of turning the multiverse into a source of raw materials for the Internet God’s mission area. 】

【Connected shopping is strengthening the control of connected finance, and the **** of the Internet is also controlling the world through connected finance. 】

titles like these are simply full of vision.

‘Oh, you can’t sit still so soon? This offensive is too furious. "The God of the Night is gloating.

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