Chapter 54 The leader in the wall

Gomo swallowed a mouthful of fruit wine, smiled at Ning Chen, and waved to him.

Ning Chen looked at this boy suspiciously. Don't be fooled, but he still came up.

Garmore whispered to his ear, "The one in there is really not Sal!"

Ning Chen said, it seems that the hotel owner at the intersection did not lie to himself.

"But..." Garmore added, quite showing off and seemed to be appetizing Ningchen's appetite.

If you can't be afraid of anything, good things will become bad, and bad things may become bad. Ning Chen's heart pumped: "But what?"

"But Sal is also in the city!" Garmore said slowly, slow, one of the racial characteristics of the taurman race, Garmore inherited it well. Who can say that he is not a taur?

"Oh?" Ning Chen became interested, but he doubted it.

"Really!" Gamor saw his disbelief and eagerly wanted to prove, "I've seen him since I was a child, so I remember his appearance deeply. There is his appearance on his father's medal!"

"Where did you see him?" Ning Chen asked.

"In the apse!" Gammore said that he didn't know where to find a carrot. He nibbled and said, "He's sleeping soundly in the apse. I pinched his cheek and he didn't wake up..."

"What about Doron?"

"Doron is in Sal's bedroom. Sal is in the wall of the bedroom. He is worthy of being the leader. The places where he sleep is so different." Garmore said.

Hearing this, the first word that jumped into Ning Chen's mind was to usurp the throne.

"Okay, Garmore, listen to me, don't tell anyone about this? Including your Uncle Gray!" Ning Chen pulled Gamore's shoulder, stared into his eyes and said seriously.

Gmor seemed to be scared by Ning Chen's appearance, and a mouthful of carrots fell to the ground without swallowing: "What's wrong?"

"No, you entered the Valley of Wisdom and broke into the leader's bedroom. This is a felony. If someone knows, it will kill you, not only you, but also your Uncle Gray, and me..." Ning Chen had to lie to him randomly and didn't let him know too much, which was actually for his good. Politics and governance are inevitable everywhere, and it turns out that Azeroth is not exempt from vulgarity.

Now I have a headache. Since the boss of the tribe is an orc, and the orcs have fallen into the hands of Doron again. Although he has always been not very concerned about this, he does not seem to be very close to the people. Otherwise, why did the hotel owner take the risk of killing his head against him? So it seems that the wisdom of the leader cannot be solved. Question, so we can only go to the side door. The question is how to go to the side door?

Headache! I simply stopped thinking about it, chatted with Garmore for a few words, and then went to bed good night.

Lying on ** tossing and turning, he doesn't know when he fell asleep.

When I got up the next day, I received a letter from the hotel owner, in the intention of asking him why he hadn't come back yet. Xiaoshitou had diarrhea and went out to hunt and cause trouble, and then urged him by the way.

Up to now, in fact, even if he doesn't urge him, Ning Chen will be very dedicated to doing it. An inexplicable excitement and the excitement of pursuing truth prompted him to move forward.

Lunch was eaten with Jia Mole, sausages. During the meal, Jia Mole kept praising Uncle Gray's craftsmanship, and said that Gray planned to pass on his cooking of sausage and bacon to himself.

Picking up a piece of sausage, Ning Chen suddenly had an idea.

"Is there any blowing doll or something here?" Ning Chen asked Garmore.

This question was not tight. Garmorton blushed and rubbed his hands from head to toe: "How do you...how do you know?"

Ning Chen laughed, and the boy also waved his hand quickly: "It's normal, everyone is like this, but is there anything for sale here?"

Gamore lingered and twisted for a long time before telling Ning Chen that most of this thing was done by himself, because in Azeroth, especially in the orcs, this thing was despised, and men had to save their energy to kill the enemy. After all, the alliance has always been staring at it. And most of the people who can do this thing are anonymous. If you want to buy one, you have to rely on the introduction of friends. In short, one word: difficult!

But after saying this, Garmore smiled again: "Actually, I can do it, and it's very good and realistic, and it feels good..."

Ning Chen looked at this newly recognized stupid brother and was happy. Isn't it much simpler?

"Take your guy out and I'll have a look..." Ning Chen said.

Gamore sneaked into his room, closed the door, and took out something from the bottom of the cabinet. It was sewn by the animal's casings, just a layer of skin, but Ning Chen watched Gamor blow it up until he grew into a female orc. It turned out that this boy actually imitated his father's non-holy care about cows. Women who like foreigners.

Gomo dyed the casings into the skin color of the orcs with ink, and the eyebrows were realistic, which made Ning Chen couldn't help but be happy.

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It has been 3 days since I returned to the barren land again.

On this day, it was barren and rainy, and the ground was muddy. The NPCs on duty held their posts in the rain and saw their awkward appearance. Ning Chen sighed in his heart that it was difficult to survive...

The shadow burial and the little stone have not seen Ning Chen for four or five days. They gathered again and looked very happy. Everyone sat around and had a barbecue together. Ning Chen repeated the plan in his heart and carefully explored various details until he was sure that he could no longer find loopholes.

"Boss, you are ready to find a piece of land to bury your daughter-in-law these two days. Don't forget to take your son to worship her. Is it easy for her to do it for you these years..." Ning Chen said.

After listening to Ning Chen's words, the hotel owner was excited and knelt down for him: "Benefactor! If it really happens, you will be the benefactor of my family all your life! My children and grandchildren will remember you!"

There is no need for his descendants to remember himself. Ning Chen thought that he can just remember the wishes he made for himself. Don't turn around and admit it.

Anyway, Ning Chen now really regards the hotel at the intersection as his home. At least he has a little sense of belonging, gets along well with the boss, and knows that his family calls him wheat, which is a very unique name.

The rain has been falling, and there is no intention of stopping. Ning Chen looked at the rain curtain dripping on the porch and was thinking about the time of action. Although it rained heavily in the barren land, this ghost weather did not stop the player's interest in the game at all. After all, the game is just a game. No matter how realistic it is, it is still a game for them.

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I would like to thank the readers who silently pay attention to my book. Thank you for reading it all the time. I will definitely work harder to write the article so that you can read it comfortably. Thank you to the authors who have always supported me. Thanks to your help, I have gradually learned a lot of things that I didn't understand before. Thanks to Luo Da. I'm not a piece of gold. You picked me up at the critical moment. Thank you.