Worlds’ Apocalypse Online

Dream Island.

Hotel.

After Gu Qingshan walked for a long time.

In the hallway outside the room, the fat man with a green peaked cap was still guarding.

He had a keyboard on his chest, leaning against the wall outside the door, and sipped his apple in his mouth.

"It's been so long. What kind of important guest is Gu Gu seeing?"

Murmured the dead fat man.

There is a gap between the fronts and he doesn't know what's going on inside.

But Gu Qingshan said very solemnly.

This man is by no means a nonsense person.

Well, things must be important.

The dead fat man reconfirmed this matter and settled down.

At this moment, a beautifully dressed woman came to the end of the corridor.

The fat man glanced at it, and quickly typed a line on the keyboard: "Whistle, pay attention, this is the voice that seduce the beauty."

His hat immediately made a long whistle.

The woman seemed to be accustomed to this reaction, but just stared at the dead fat coldly.

"What are you doing, standing at the door of Room 319?" The woman asked.

The fat man looked at the room number beside him, and quickly typed, "My friend has something in it, so I come out and guard."

The woman nodded and said, "I'm the boss here. It's time to renew the room 319."

The fat man froze and touched him.

He came from the river of death, and he was still fighting the undead before he was summoned. Once he was summoned, it was as if he had escaped. How can there be money that brings life?

He looked at the door of room 319.

The door was tightly closed, and no sound could be heard inside.

Perhaps Gu Xiong was talking about the critical moment, and it was not good to bother him for a little money.

My fat man is also a man who can eat well in both life and death. How can he be stumped by this money?

Thinking of this, the dead fat man squeezed out a flattering smile, typing quickly with both hands:

"Boss, you are the only beauty I have ever seen in my life, the most beautiful one."

The female boss said coldly: "Less nonsense, as long as you live with me, you will naturally be sheltered. No one dares to mess with it, but if you can't pay the house price, get out."

The dead fat man nodded his head and smiled flatteringly again, "You can rest assured, my adult is talking about things at the moment, so I won't bother you, so I will give you the money in a while, how about it?"

The female boss glared at the fat man.

Puchi

There was a sudden sound nearby.

It was another guest who appeared in the hallway.

This is a robot made of steel. It looked at the fat man and laughed at it: "Lower class, you are so poor, don't come to live in this shop, otherwise you will find yourself embarrassed."

The fat man was so angry that he almost rushed up.

The robot also touched a silver spear, pointed at the dead fat man, and despised, "Look for death?"

The dead fat man typed: "I'm afraid that it's not a life like you who doesn't know the meaning of death. I'll take you now."

His eyes had just become vertical pupils, and his shoulders were immediately pressed by one hand.

That female boss.

The female boss looked at his pupils and his face had changed.

Dragon race.

This is the pupil of the Dragon Race.

Unexpectedly, a dragon in his hotel was doing the errand of doorkeeping.

So, what kind of person is the owner of this dragon?

Not worth messing with them.

The female boss shook her head and whispered, "The rule of Dream Island is that you can't cause trouble in the hotel."

The fat man with a violent expression on his face slammed the word, "He provokes me first."

The female boss sighed, her voice softened a bit: "Forget it, you can stay here with me, I won't charge you any money, but you don't want to cause trouble, how?"

The fat man paused and typed silently, "OK."

The female boss nodded.

Although the Dragons are cunning, the words they say are still countable.

She disappeared from the place.

In the corridor, only the fat man and the robot were left.

"Ha, the boss always pitiful the poor. That's right. My bullet is more expensive than your life, and my life is low." The robot shook the gun in his hand as if showing off.

The dead fat man was not angry this time.

He put away the keyboard, took off his hat, and grinned.

"I'm not like a rich man like you."

The dead fat man spoke.

Dragon curse, get up!

The robot was unaware of it, but it was slightly in place, feeling a bit boring.

The other party is soft, do you still want to scold?

It's not fun anymore.

"Trash carbon-based life ..."

The robot suddenly stole his gun and strode out.

The corridor returned to quiet.

Only the dead fat man was standing there silently.

After a while.

Suddenly he raised his hand and spread out in a low voice: "Today I don't accept any kind of power, only money."

Wow la la la

Suddenly in the void, countless steel coins fell.

The money fell into his hands and disappeared instantly, and he collected it.

The fat man murmured: "Dare to scold Ben Long, Ben Long empties your savings in this life ..."

A full quarter of an hour passed.

The last steel crystal fell down and was captured by dead fat people.

"The hard currency of the Machine Empire is rich now."

The dead fat man whistled and said with satisfaction.

He leaned against the wall again and began to slap a second apple.

Suddenly, the female boss appeared in the corridor again.

The fat man put on his hat and pulled out the keyboard to type:

"Boss, you are here just right, I am not the one who doesn't pay for living."

He took out a wallet and threw it away.

The female boss took the money bag and threw it back.

"It's really not about money this time, but I have something to ask you for advice."

The female boss said.

"Well? Ah? Ask for advice?" The fat man typed confused.

"Yes, they all say that the Dragons are the most knowledgeable race. I found a strange thing that I must rely on your knowledge." The female boss said.

"What's good for me?" The fat man typed.

The female boss looked at his figure and said, "The three meals in our shop are the top of Dream Island, and you can eat as long as you come."

"Let's just say it." The fat man typed excitedly.

The female boss hesitated, "Let's just say here?"

"Yes, I must stay at the door in case something happens," the fat man typed.

The female boss then snapped her fingers.

A row of clocks appeared in the void in front of her.

Dead fat man's eyes were frozen.

It turned out to be a master of time. No wonder you can open a shop in a place like Dream Island.

The female boss said: "Look, there is something wrong with my natal soul device. They could have shown the historical progress of various time zones in the void, but now they are wrong.

The fat man looked at those clocks.

I saw seventeen clocks in a row, and each hand was turning madly.

The fat man tilted his head and thought, typing, "Are you pregnant?"

"No, I don't have a partner now," said the female boss.

"Is the law good?" The fat man asked again, typing.

"Good." The female boss gave him a glance.

The fat man squinted and typed:

"Fair trade, I give you a time spell. It is used to test time skills. Although it is not very useful, you should know that time spells are always rare."

The female boss then smiled and nodded: "Indeed, this is very cost-effective. I can give you a gold card and live here later. You will not be charged for food and accommodation."

The fat man was also very satisfied, typing: "The spell is like this: time, you are the enemy of all beings, but you are my best friend, please help me to look after everything in the quicksand.

The lady boss said with a stern expression: "This spell ... seems like that ..."

The fat man quickly compared to a hissing expression.

The female boss immediately stopped and encouraged the strength on her body and said, "Time, you are the enemy of all beings, but you are my best friend. Please help me take care of everything in the quicksand."

A stream of golden quicksand appeared from the void, turning around the female boss for a week, slowly disappearing.

The female boss waited a moment and looked at her row of clocks again.

On all clocks, the hands continue to spin wildly.

"Strange, through the spell, I found that there is no problem with my time skills, which is the end"

The female boss looked at the fat man, her voice suddenly stopped.

Opposite her, the look of a dead fat man was a bit scary.

He could not help feeling a dragon-like breath, and his eyes had turned into a pair of vertical pupils.

"Do not……"

Fat man said hard.

"How can this be, time ... is over ..."

...

the other side.

Gu Qingshan stands on top of a high mountain.

At this moment, he was covered with bones, like a monster with exposed bones.

He has collected six remains of the frozen corpse.

"Curtain," he whispered.

"I'm here." The voice of the curtain sounded in his heart.

"Are you ready?" Gu Qingshan asked.

"Any time, but you have to be careful, I guess that doomsday has reached the evil world, waiting for the moment when the door of the world opens."

"I think so"

"let's go!"

The words fell, and he disappeared from the spot.