Chapter 205: New Room, Simba, New Enemy

Victory, victory, victory!!

This is the expected six big wins!

Zhang Mu lit a cigarette for himself, and called out the battle videos of the crowd and began to observe carefully. The people in the studio were happily showing off their trophy. The only group of people did belong to RMB players, and almost everyone left behind 4 to 8 strategic treasures.

The treasure loss rate of Hero is much higher than that of ordinary online games. It often falls out nearly 1/2 of the strategic treasures on your body at once, and even ordinary players may get rich overnight. Of course, when one side has strategic treasures and the other side does not have strategic treasures, it is not that simple for the latter to win.

After watching the battle video of everyone, Zhang Mu stood up and stretched his arms. The fat man whispered: "Brother, is there anything wrong with it or something that needs improvement?"

Zhang Mu smiled and said, "There is no mistake. It's just that you are fighting too conservatively. When the troops completely exceed the opponent, you don't need to be so cautious. You want to put psychological pressure on your opponent. Take you as an example. More than 2,000 centaur shooters can be killed without having to die. The tactical talent level is so high, why not just press into the midfield?" After saying that, Zhang Mu patted the fat man on the shoulder and laughed: "No matter what, this battle is very beautiful. Everyone will divide the strategic treasures into one point later, arm their own heroes, and use the medium-loss troops to obtain some strategic treasures that cannot be bought on the market. Calculate carefully and we're making a fortune, haha."

"Hehehehe." Long Gen and Fatty smiled thorny at the same time.

Compared with Zhang Mu's "Twelve Studios", the "Only Studios" on the other side is immersed in speechlessness.

If you lose, you lose very thoroughly.

The opponent has a higher force than any player at this stage. Not only that, they also have strategic treasures. It is a dream to win such a battle when the heroes are almost the same as their operating skills are almost the same.

The prince sat dejectedly on the chair, his expression on his face could not be sad, but he was a little angry and puzzled. He really couldn't understand now. He was also stumbled on the 5th level map, so why was the opponent's troops so much stronger than him? Could it be that they had any tricks?

Seeing his companions' heroes return to the city one after another, Wenwen stopped saying a word.

The emperor glanced at the girl he liked from the corner of his eyes and sighed softly.

The "only studio" that has rarely seen rivals is destroyed -

"It's so fucking perverted! If you want me to fight with those 12 people, it's better to let me commit suicide! Even the "One" is so naughty under their hands. I really can't think of anyone else who can compete with the 12 people. You know, the Only one is a famous RMB studio in China..."

"Oh, the strengths of both sides are too different. Just having money is useless. If you don't have troops, you will be whitewashed? So, this game is not enough! You also need troops! You have skills!"

Listening to the little brothers whispering, the Frozen Silkworm shook his head. It seemed that it was not that easy to deal with Twelve Wings, and it was not even "only". However, I wonder if their boss would come forward because of this...

‘Watching his younger brothers being bullied, he probably won’t ignore them, right?… If he had come forward…’ Thinking of this, the Frozen Silkworm suddenly burst into laughter, and the younger brother beside him said in confusion: “Brother Chong, why are you so happy?”

The Frozen Silkworm patted the younger brother's shoulder in a good mood and said happily: "The only thing that has been destroyed is a good thing for us. If they are not destroyed, I will not come forward in person. As long as I take action, the Twelve Wings and the others will not be able to survive."

"I'm the boss?" The younger brother was stunned. Who is this? Why hasn't he heard of this name?

The little devil who was sitting not far away flicked his face: "It shouldn't be possible. I haven't I played the game for a long time?"

"Who said that? I called him a few days ago. Do you think I would ask the 'Ship' to take action without his consent? I have been in love with the 'I've been playing heroes for many years." The Frozen Silkworm continued to say happily: "Let's wait and watch the fun. By the way, let the United Front Work Department transfer some people to help the 'Ship' them. As the reinforcements we invited, we can't cross the river and destroy the bridge if we lose. As for the defense, the troops will be restored in ten days and half a month."

"I understand, boss." The little devil in Frozen responded.

The next morning, Zhang Mu brought everyone to the "New Studio" with a group of workers. After the renovations these days, the new studio can be officially settled in. Generators, air conditioners, refrigerators, color TVs, network cables and other facilities are all available. It looks like a serious studio.

"It's almost the end of the month, and Chen Long's little couple is coming soon. By doing this, there are 7 members of the studio. Unfortunately, the myth is hurting this guy and the guild cannot come. Oh my." Zhang Mu lay on an aluminum alloy work chair and said to himself. At the same time, he was holding a little golden retriever bought by a little girl from the pet market in his arms. The little guy was only one month old and couldn't even stand firmly. He blinked at Zhang Mu timidly, as if he wasn't awake, looking a little stupid.

"Oh, I'm so tired!" Ye Se romantically slumped on the sofa behind. Zhang Mu turned his head and could see her underwear loomingly.

"What are you looking at! Pervert!" Night Romantic picked up the cushion on the sofa and smashed it over.

Zhang Mu held the cushion in his hand and said innocently: "Didn't I buy you new clothes... Why don't you wear it..."

"Oh, do you still dare to say that clothes are for me to wear? Do you want to be so hot in this girl?"

Just as the night romantic was fighting with Zhang Mu, the fat man and Long Gen walked in with a small freezer and a folding bed respectively.

“Wow…”

"Yuhu..."

"You really want to die?" Yese's romantic face darkened, and the lustful men immediately whistled, pretending that they hadn't seen anything.

After lunch, men and women returned to the "New Twelve Studio" one after another and took pictures and turned on computers according to their previous seating habits.

Zhang Mu glanced at the golden retriever in the little girl's arms and smiled and said, "Have you given a name?"

"Yeah!" Deng Jie nodded vigorously and said, "It's called 'Simba'!"

"Simba? Isn't that the name of the protagonist in the Lion King..."

"Idiot! Simba, Simba, Xinjia, Xinjia... is homophonic!" Deng Jie grabbed Simba's forelimbs with pity and said happily: "From now, Simba, our studio's safety work will be handed over to you in the future! Grow up quickly!"

"It's still a 'new home', why don't it be called 'home move'..." The fat man whispered, and Long Gen, who was in his ears, immediately echoed and laughed.

"Hmph, fat man, Serena, you wait. When Simba grows up, I'll let it bite you!" Deng Jie gave the two a blank look and no longer paid attention to them.

Because Longgen stood on the fat man's side, he was deeply despised by the two girls.

"Okay, stop making trouble, accumulate troops, we must keep our advantage forever. As long as we are ahead of all players, we will not have to worry about not having money to make money." Zhang Mu tapped the keyboard and said in a flash: "Today we will also beat the D-level Ice Island to a complete punishment..."

"Okay!" Everyone raised their arms.

The only studio—

Although the only members lost their troops, the towns had a lot of buildings. As long as they were given 10 days and half a month of reply time, they would still be able to get ten masters on the battlefield. The strategic treasures seized by Zhang Mu and others were nothing, with a market value of about 50,000 yuan. To be honest, they really didn't take this little money seriously.

Just as the only members were accumulating troops and plundering strategic treasures under the RPG map, a man's voice suddenly came from outside the door: "Brother, open the door."

The prince was stunned for a moment, a smile immediately appeared on his face, and he laughed and said, "Haha, brother, when did you come back?"

Opening the door, under the gaze of the members, a 28-year-old man came in with a moderate figure, a Chinese-shaped face, and a very vivid eyes. He spoke even more powerfully, steady and deep.

"When will you dye your hair? Do you want to be a foreigner? I will dye it tomorrow. What's the thing hanging around your neck? It's pulled, and it looks like a nouveau riche."

"Well, brother... I understand, I'll do it later." The prince smiled and welcomed the man into the house.

"Brother Zun." Everyone in the studio shouted, both men and women stood up.

"Well, I have nothing to do at hand recently, so I'll come back to see you." Brother Zun handed over the black suitcase he carried with me to the 'Guan Kill' and sat down carelessly. Wenwen immediately brought a glass of water to Brother Zun. Everyone's attitude was very humble, respectful and awe-inspiring.

Brother Zun glanced at the scene on everyone's screen with his eyes and said with a smile: "You've been destroyed. Look at you, you still call yourself a high-end RMB player. You can't do it once you meet a master, right? Who told me what's going on?"

The prince first sighed loudly, and then told Zun Ge all the things that happened, that is, the man with the game ID as the "only deity". He is the founder of the only studio and the eldest brother of the prince.

"Wenwen, you can really cause trouble." As he spoke, the deity suddenly raised his right arm, and at this moment, Wenwen subconsciously closed his eyes with a painful expression on his face.

Bang!...

"Ah!" Wenwen touched his forehead strangely.

I did not hit her as everyone imagined, but gently flicked the girl's forehead. After putting down her arm, I chuckled: "I can finally understand why your parents don't let you take over their business, but are willing to let me set up a game studio to support you. You are too worry-free, right? People will be abused if they spend money to play games."

I took a picture of the computer next to me, entered my hero account and password, and said slowly: "You all move here. There is an empty city around me. I will teach you how to play such a game. After the troops are restored, I will take you to revenge on the 'twelve-winged angel'."
Chapter completed!