Chapter 160 Frozen Demon Realm and Myth

"Oh, Brother Chong, I haven't talked to you for a long time." Temple Flowery said with a smile after entering the channel.

"Oh, it's Xiaohua. How have you been recently? I heard that the old gun was beaten in the national honor competition. Is it true or not? The frozen silkworm speaks with a gloating tone.

After secretly scolding a knowing question in her heart, the temple Xiaohua said slowly, "Brother Gun wants to talk to you about the alliance. Recently, those small guilds in Area E don't know what medicine they have taken wrong. They are specially looking for the stubble of the members of our temple. It's not a way to go on like this, so..."

The frozen silkworm interrupted him and laughed and said, "Damn, the fool of the old gun is the same as 20,000 to 80,000 yuan. In the end, it was repaired. Damn, who said he would do it alone at the beginning? Oh, now that we are besieged, do you think of our freezing? Do I want to be an idiot?"

The temple Xiaohua said urgently, "Brother Chong, you can't die like the wall grass of the villain valley and the killing alliance, can you? If that's the case, I think our Temple Association can only withdraw from Area E and change the area to develop..."

"Is it that serious?" The frozen silkworm frowned. Recently, there are indeed many reports about the attack of the Temple Guild in the forum, but those who were beaten out are all peripheral members. The core power of the temple should not be damaged, right? Shit, who has such a great ability?

The little flower of the temple sighed: "Brother Chong, Brother Gun really can't pull down this face, so I asked me to talk to you... As long as you are willing to agree to form an alliance and provide a little assistance, the temple will definitely be able to overcome this difficult time. Brother Gun is not demanding. Only ask 100 masters to help... Relocation costs and..."

"Fuck, stop, my god! 100 masters to assist? Who the hell did your temple provoke? The frozen silkworm interrupted Xiaohua's words for the second time and scolded in his heart. This is really ridiculous. Do you think that the master is a fly in the pit? 100 masters! If there were really 100 masters, the 'myth' would have been cleared out.

"Twelve-winged angels..." The temple flower slowly said the name.

"Twelve-winged angels? The person who traded with me was..." The frozen little devil suddenly closed his mouth.

"This guy has been very popular recently. I heard that he won the first place in the event. What's his origin? What guild?" The frozen silkworm asked slowly.

"There is no origin, and I can't find out that he has been a backbone in any guild before, as if he came out of thin air. Although it is a hostile relationship, I have to admit that this person has a great talent for leadership. I'm afraid his ability is still above you, Brother Chong..."

"Fuck, it's just a newcomer. He still has a long way to go. Compared with me, he is too young." The frozen silkworm said, "Go and tell the old gun that if there are too many people on the other side, withdraw. Don't be fucking tough. It's not cost-effective. I'll give you some relatively clean 3rd and 4th-order maps. Move in and take refuge. I've been playing too hard with myths recently. I can't find so many masters to help you. It's up to decide whether to come or not.

"Really? Then I'll thank you for Brother Gun first." The small flowers in the temple are overjoyed.

"Don't thank you, let the backbone of the meeting you are going to relocate sign a 7-day Class B covenant with me first..."

"What?!" Temple Xiaohua said angrily, "Brother Chong, are you going too much?"

"Fuck, what's going on? What do you mean by sheltered by others? Don't you understand? The dog still bargained with me. If you want to sign it, just sign it. If you don't want to sign it, get out of here. I don't have time to talk nonsense with you!"

Frozen Demon Land is one of the well-known online game guilds in China. Its strength is comparable to that of 'myth', and there are many elite players. As the boss of the frozen demon realm, there is really no need for the silkworm to be polite to the old gun of the temple. In terms of strength, the background is not on the same level at all.

"Wait for me to go back and ask Brother Gun..." The little flower of the temple swallowed her anger.

"Go ahead. If you want to save face, you can delete the number and transfer the area collectively. If you want to be protected, you have to listen to me. There is a saying, how to lie down and taste the courage? Haha..."

"Fuck..." The temple flower scolded secretly.

After the temple flower left, the frozen silkworm snorted: "You can't live by yourself, idiot old gun! By the way, little devil, you said that the person you just traded with is the Twelve-winged Angel? You're right, aren't you?"

The frozen little devil shook his head: "Absolutely not. The name is easy to remember."

"A newcomer dares to be so arrogant..." The corners of the frozen silkworm's mouth moved and buried the name deep in his mind. What he needs to deal with now is the 'myth' that gives him a headache instead of the twelve wings...**** "What? Did the silkworm really say that? The old gun looked angrily at the temple flower that had just come back from the Internet cafe. His anger burned wildly in his body. The wounds on his body had been much better after these days of recuperation, leaving only his forehead that had not healed. The wound with more than 20 stitches was breeding new meat. At this time, it looked as disgusting as a reptile.

"Brother Gun, don't be angry. We have become the target of public criticism. If we get angry again, I'm afraid we will really have to delete the number and transfer the area... To be honest, there is nothing in the transfer area. I'm afraid of our members..." The temple Xiaohua advised with a sad face.

"Turn around the fart area! Don't turn!" The old gun is like a suffocated jackal wandering uneasily in the house, fighting hard? Absolutely not. The Temple Guild is in a mess now. It is by no means the opponent of those small guild alliances. Listen to the words of the silkworm and temporarily move there as a homeless dog? Damn, where should I put my face? Does the boss of the guild still have to be a migrant worker for others? What do others think of themselves?

The temple Xiaohua seemed to guess the old gun's thoughts and smiled, "Brother Gun, you don't have to worry so much. Let the princes move there first to develop. You just move a few days later. At that time, you don't have to sign any Class B covenant..."

Hearing the words of the temple flower, the old gun finally nodded: "Okay, it's up to you. Let's do this first! Fucking twelve wings! I'm not done with you!"

**** Late at night, 1 o'clock, twelve studios.

"Damn, why haven't you moved here yet!" The mythical injury found Zhang Mu while wandering around the maze. There was obviously a treasure house around him, but he could not go down to explore the treasure. This kind of feeling of scratching the heart and scratching the liver is not generally uncomfortable.

Zhang Mu smiled and said, "What's the hurry? Hurry up, at most half an hour."

"The druids in my sub-city still lack a lot of resources to upgrade. Do you think I'm not in a hurry at this guise? Brother, I have now hoarded 40 Xiaode. How about it? Is it strong? The myth was so sad that it was said.

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly thought of something, so he said sullenly, "I forgot that you are a world-class master... I guess there are a group of golden bulls in your family..."

"Please, please don't talk to yourself, okay? At least you are the boss of the guild. Zhang Mu shrugged his shoulders helplessly.

"The boss is also a human being. Haven't you ever seen a boss who talks too much? Everyone is pure men. Why are you ashamed?

"Damn it, I won't talk to you. I'll take a shower!" Zhang Mu stretched out his arms and got into the bathroom.

'5 level map, I'm finally coming. Hey hey, there are still only two players. It's cool to think about it...' Zhang Mu said to himself with a smile on his face.

(to be continued)