Gongzi Yan's proposal instantly aroused Nian's interest. After carefully inquiring about what a thousand-faced picture is, Nian excitedly pulled Gongzi Yan and Su Ze to discuss what kind of self they should draw.

"......Draw another sick person, a little younger than now, lying in a cabin, a very bright cabin."

Young Master Yan was talking to Su Ze about birth, old age, sickness and death. Every year, he seemed to have a sudden light of inspiration, and he also made a suggestion casually.

"Cast?" Young Master Yan didn't hear it clearly for a moment. When he turned his head, he saw Niannian pointing at the brush on the table boredly, as if the words just said casually.

Su Ze thought carefully and found a suitable expression:

"Maybe it's the feeling that there is no light in the sky all year round? It's a sanctuary lying alone on the hospital bed, or it may be a sanitary warehouse. There are white lights in the warehouse, and all the colors are swallowed by white, but there is no light, and there is a feeling of being swallowed by invisible darkness, and at a loss."

Nian paused the brush in his hand, raised his head and thought for a moment before saying, "Someone is coming up."

The noise in the lobby on this floor that had just been suppressed by Su Ze and the others has not yet recovered. Although the whispers of diners have never stopped since every year, they are mostly whispering. After paying attention every year, they are mostly curious and kind-hearted communication. Several people are whispering their glorious deeds in a low voice, such as triggering the largest air-to-ground alert in Bagua City, which can be called a thousand years of waiting.

So there is no need to say it every year. Everyone in the lobby heard footsteps outside the door, as if there were more than a dozen people running on the stairs.

Young Master Yan sighed, lifted his clothes and sat back in front of the painting table, and picked up the teacup.

"Do you know who it is?" Niannian saw Gongzi Yan's appearance and casually pulled a chair to sit down.

She had just sat down, and the clever waiter had already come to the door to welcome three big men, and the rumbling voices suddenly filled the entire lobby.

"Young Master!" Niu Dazhuang's heavy voice echoed between the tables, chairs, bowls and chopsticks, and suddenly attracted everyone's attention.

Niu Dazhuang and the other two walked quickly to Gongzi Yan, and Nian Nian frowned and turned sideways, not wanting to put his face in front of Niu Dazhuang.

Who would have thought that Niu Dazhuang actually knelt in front of Young Master Yan with a thud, lowered his head and said in a rough voice: "Young Master, I'm sorry to you. I couldn't keep the other brothers, nor could I help the Young Master to steal the other yards back. It's my old bull's waste!"

This scene shocked everyone. Su Ze timidly hid behind Nian Nian. Every Nian immediately turned his head to see Niu Dazhuang, but saw the deep guilt and regret on this person's face, and he didn't care about the little disgust in his heart for a while.

"There are only three of you left?" Young Master Yan didn't ask Niu Dazhuang to get up, put down the teacup, and said lightly.

"Yes." Niu Dazhuang replied, his head lowered. The two people standing behind him were at a loss, silently lowering their heads and not talking.

"Actually, I didn't call you here because of this, nor was I angry because of this." Gongzi Yan said, while lighting the armrests of the chair with the fan in his hand. The clattering sound had a heartbeat rhythm. There was no expression on his face, and his tone was also very calm.

"...I, I'm sorry, young master!" Niu Dazhuang's body stiffened, his forehead was covered with sweat. He lowered his head and roared, holding his hands on the ground, looking like he was about to kowtow.

Every year I looked at Mr. Yan, but Mr. Yan didn't react. Instead, another figure flashed. It was the bodyguard leader who suddenly appeared and directly raised Niu Dazhuang's arm and made him stand up.

"But you can tell me what happened, why did those people suddenly stop following you?" Young Master Yan waved his hand, and the bodyguard uncle retreated to the wall and continued to act as human-shaped wallpaper decoration with the other bodyguards.

"Young Master, don't you know?" Niu Dazhuang asked in surprise, "Now everyone in the game is crazy. Many guilds have dispersed. Even those big guilds have people withdrawn. They either go to Chang'an or go to the north to become a guest official."

"What do you know?" Young Master Yan frowned and exchanged a look with Niannian.

"The court wants to recruit players to participate in the development of trade routes, but it must be a scattered person who has no guild. Players and guests from the Kirin Army in the north can directly enter the caravan as long as they reach level 50. So now some people are waiting for selection and assessment in Chang'an. In addition, many people are making contributions to apply to be guests of the Kirin Army. After all, everyone has only ten days. In ten days, the caravan will be out of seclusion. The quota is limited and time is very tight."

Niu Dazhuang introduced seriously that if it weren't for the shocking scene just now, this person would have looked honest and honest.

It's really exciting enough news.

Gongzi Yan and Nian Nian looked at each other, and they had discussed this possibility.

The national guru is likely to know that the caravan has left the gap of nearly 4,000 people, and should also take some measures to fill these gaps. As long as he does not intend to offend all players completely at once, he should generously give up some positions for the players, or designate some people to participate, or prompt some people to actively apply for participation, but no matter what method is, initiative and control will be held in the hands of the court.

But what really shocked them was not the court's request to deliberately break up the player guild, nor the special preferential treatment for the Qilin Army - this is a force that players can join, but most players will not call it a sect, but the "Imperial Guard", because the Qilin Army was set up by the court to guard the border on the north side. The players who joined it were neither the free and yakuza people who practiced martial arts, but the soldiers who defended their families and the country.

With such a special background, Gongzi Yan also mentioned earlier that this game "sect" may receive special attention, but such naked favoritism still made Gongzi Yan stun her tongue.

But this partiality seems insignificant compared to another thing.

"Neither Tang Qingli nor his master mentioned this?" Gongzi Yan asked with his head turned around.

"No, sure not." Niannian shook her head, her expression a little solemn.

"When did this happen?" Gongzi Yan asked Niu Dazhuang again.

"The court notice issued the day before yesterday."

"The notice came out the day before yesterday?" Young Master Yan sighed deeply when he saw Niu Dazhuang nodding.

Young Master Yan and Nian thought of those two restriction orders. They were posted on the street, at the yamen gate, and by the city gate, but no word appeared in Tongtian Tower. Even if all players knew the content of these two notices later, Tongtian Tower did not have a word related to these two restriction orders.

Although she had just arrived in China recently, she could imagine how accustomed to using Tongtian Tower as the only source of information. For example, Jiang Jinse, who was meticulous, did not expect to walk out of Tongtian Tower to go to the street to take a look.

"If you do this a few more times, the influence of Tongtian Tower will be greatly reduced!" Niannian also wanted to sigh.

"I really admire the national teacher. We all know that Tongtian Tower is not only an information distribution center, but also an official monitoring and control agency in the game." The fan in Gongzi Yan's hand was once again lit on the armrest of the chair, and the chaotic tapping sound seemed to respond to his chaotic thoughts at this time.

"I want to go offline." Gongzi Yan suddenly stood up and looked at Su Ze and Niannian. "I guess it will be offline for a while. This matter must be told to my family. If they already know it is better, just ask the game company how to solve the current rebellious AI."

"And you," Young Master Yan stared at Niu Dazhuang, "You should go offline too. After going offline, you will go directly to the old house. I want you to explain everything about those female players."
Chapter completed!