The strongest NPC in online games: Naruto

"Okay, no problem!" Hou Ping said briskly.

When the myth was heard, his face also showed joy, and he said: "Organizational structure, rules and regulations, etc., I will find special talents in the company to formulate them offline."

Hou Ping nodded.

At the beginning of the open beta of this game, Hou Ping had already anticipated the great benefits of game design, and it would not only attract ordinary players.

More often than not, it is the upper class society with a certain background in the real society.

Ordinary players are destined to play with each other in the game.

"Brother, I think I should release the news now, and use your current strong propaganda power to play a ring card."

Seeing that Hou Ping did not refuse, he mythically said: "I'll go offline now and publish a post." After

saying that, the myth went offline and started to deal with it.

Hou Ping looked at the empty courtyard and was a little dazed.

Naruto is probably snatching the bell right now...

In reality.

"The first ninja list is entrusted by the three generations to establish a family and recruit people of insight to join. In

an instant, the forum was once again ignited by Hou Ping.

"I'm a Nima."

"******" "

Hou Bufan pretends to be forced every day, has he already pretended to be a new trick?"

"The earth can't hold him anymore."

"God, please take my knees."

"Hehe, we're still worried about upgrading, and it's become commonplace for people to skip the level and kill the boss, that's not all, it's time to start building a family."

"And it's still a commission from the third generation Hokage."

"Bang Yi has already started to deal with the top management of Konoha?"

"Nima, our Sha Shinobi here has just collectively made a copy of the front, and you Konoha have established a family?"

"I'm going to rebel against the village, I'm going to Konoha, I'm going to worship the gods."

Admiration, emotion, and begging to hug the thighs abound.

There are not a few people who have signed up.

"I am from Peking University, with a bachelor's degree in economic and financial management, and I want to join" "

I am from Jiaotong University, with a master's degree, and I want to join

."

"I am from Zhejiang University, with a doctorate degree, and I want to join."

"I have a big chest, and I want to join."

The post was reprinted at rocket speed.

There is even no shortage of posts that take the opportunity to gain popularity, "The story that I have to tell with Bufan", "I am Bufan's sister-in-law, he entered my room that night...", and so on.

In a villa in a luxurious area in the capital.

A man in a white nightgown sits on a large leather sofa squinting at the glass of wine in his hand.

"Hou Bufan, where is it sacred?"

At this time, someone cautiously opened the door, an expensive suit could not hide his bloated figure, the hairstyle around the center, and the eyes with a fat face that were squeezed into only a slit, no matter how you looked, how obscene.

If Hou Ping was here, he would have been shocked.

Because this person is none other than his chairman - Wu Liang.

Wu Liang tiptoed to his side, looking a little nervous

, "Your Excellency Kimura,

something is wrong."

"What's wrong?" Kimura asked nonchalantly.

"I just tried to unbind the GM account, but the system prompts that the account is in the login state and cannot be unbound." Wu Liang said softly, and slight beads of sweat could already be seen on his forehead.

Wu Liang tested the sweat on his forehead and continued: "This account is our only GM account, which was originally intended to be reserved for Your Excellency, but something like this happened.

Kimura's eyes were closed, and he couldn't see joy or anger.

After a while, he asked, "Isn't there a backstage for the game to control?"

"Yes!" Wu Liang nodded, and said helplessly: "But to operate the game background, you also need to log in to the GM account." "

And, and..." Wu Liang glanced at Kimura cautiously, slurring and stopping.

"What?" Kimura asked, looking a little impatient.

"And now I find that the game is no longer working according to the predetermined program, as if it has an autonomous consciousness." The more Wu Liang spoke, the quieter his voice became, and finally buried his head deep in his chest, not daring to raise his head.

"Yaga!"

When Kimura heard this, he stood up abruptly and smashed the back wine glass in his hand at the chairman, and the wine glass exploded on his head, and he didn't know if it was red wine or blood, and it flowed down his cheeks.

"You stupid pigs, if you affect the integration plan, you can apologize for your own crimes."

The sound fell, and Kimura left the office without looking back.

Wing State.

In a dilapidated bungalow in the slum.

The hall is hung with a black-and-white photograph of Hou Ping, and incense candles and fruit offerings are placed in front of the photo.

A girl has a beautiful face, handsome eyes and eyebrows, black hair like a waterfall, and her eyes are full of tears at this time.

"Brother, you are so ruthless, you left me alone and left by yourself."

This girl is Hou Ping's half-sister, Hou An'an, who grew up together in an orphanage.

"An An, don't cry, Brother Ping doesn't feel good when he sees you crying."

A little fat man beside him, with sadness on his face, looked at Hou Ping's photo and sighed leisurely.

"Brother Ping, I said two days ago that you would take me to play the game, but I didn't expect it, alas..."Big Bucktooth sighed, "Brother Ping, you can leave it to me with confidence, your sister will be handed over to me!" I'll take care of it for you.

"Big bucktooth, today is the first seven, do you think my brother will come back?" Hou An'an on the side asked.

Hearing this, Big Bucktooth suddenly felt a small cool breeze behind him.

"Yes, yes," Bucktooth tightened his clothes and said weakly.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! At

that moment, there was a loud knock on the door.

Big Bucktooth and Hou An'an glanced at each other.

The three of them grew up in an orphanage, and they had no friends around them.

Hou Ping died, only Da Luoya and Hou An'an were Zhang Luo, who would knock on the door at this time?

"Boom! Boom! Boom! The

knock on the door rang again.

"An An, is An An at home?"

A man's voice rang out outside the door.

"It's him!" When Da Luoya heard this, his face suddenly turned cold, and he said, "An An, is he still pestering you?" "