The strongest NPC in the online game Naruto

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

Shinhwa heard the words, and his face also showed joy, saying: "Organizational structure, rules and regulations, etc., I will find special talents in the company to formulate offline."

Hou Ping nodded.

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

More of them are those upper-class people with a certain background in the real society.

Ordinary players are destined to accompany them in the game.

"Brother, I think it's time to release the news and use your current strong publicity to make a big splash."

Seeing that Hou Ping didn't refuse, Shinhwa said: "I'll go offline now and post."

After speaking, Shinhwa went offline to handle it.

Hou Ping looked at the empty courtyard again, feeling a little dazed.

Naruto is probably snatching the bell now
in reality.

"Ninbang No. [-] was entrusted by the third generation to establish a family and recruit people of insight to join. "

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

"I got a damn."

"********"

"Hou Bufan pretends to be aggressive every day, has he put on a new trick?"

"The earth can no longer accommodate him."

"God, please accept my knee."

"Hehe, we are still worried about leveling up, and it has become commonplace for people to leapfrog to kill bosses. That's not enough, we're starting to build a family."

"And it was commissioned by the third Hokage."

"Has Bangyi started communicating with Konoha's senior management?"

"Nimma, we Sharen have just done a collective copy front-end. You Konoha have established a family?"

"I want to betray the village, I want to go to Konoha, I want to worship the Great God."

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

Not a few signed up.

"I am Peking University, with a bachelor's degree in 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 big breasts, please join me."

Posts were reposted at rocket speed.

There are even posts that took the opportunity to gain popularity, "Stories I and Bufan had to tell", "I am Bufan's sister-in-law, and he came into my room that night" and so on.

In a villa in a luxurious area of ​​the capital.

A man was wearing a white nightgown, sitting on a huge leather sofa and squinting his eyes, enjoying the red wine in his hand.

"Hou Bufan, who is so sacred?"

At this moment, someone opened the door cautiously. His expensive suit could hardly cover up his bloated figure. The haircut around the center, coupled with the fat eyes squeezed to the point where there was only a slit, looked obscene no matter how you looked at it.

If Hou Ping were here, he would definitely be shocked.

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

Wu Liang came to him on tiptoe, with a nervous expression on his face,
"Your Excellency Kimura, something went wrong."

"What's wrong?" Kimura asked casually.

"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 tried the sweat on his forehead, and continued: "This account is the only GM account we have. It was originally intended to be reserved for you, but something like this happened."

Kimura closed his eyes, unable to see any emotion.

After a while, he asked, "Is there no background in the game to control?"

"Yes!" Wu Liangliang 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 Mucun cautiously, hesitating, hesitant to speak.

"What?" Kimura asked impatiently.

"And now I find that the game is no longer running according to the predetermined program, as if it has an independent consciousness." Wu Liangyue said his voice became softer, and finally buried his head deeply in his chest, not daring to look up.

"idiot!"

Hearing this, Kimura stood up abruptly, and threw the back glass in his hand at the chairman. The glass exploded on his head, and it was not known whether it was red wine or blood, which flowed down his cheeks.

"You stupid pigs, if you affect the integration plan, you should kill yourself and apologize."

After the sound fell, Kimura left the office without looking back.

Yizhou.

In a slum area, in a dilapidated bungalow.

A black and white photo of Hou Ping is hung in the main room, and incense candles and fruit offerings are placed in front of the photo.

A girl has a duck-like face, handsome eyes and eyebrows, and black hair like waterfalls. At this time, her eyes are filled with tears.

"Brother, you are so cruel, leave me alone, and just leave."

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 well when he sees you crying."

Beside him was a little fat man with sadness on his face. Looking at Hou Ping's photo, he sighed leisurely.

"Brother Ping, I agreed two days ago that you would take me to play games, but I didn't expect, alas," Da Baoya sighed, "Brother Ping, you can go at ease, leave your sister to me! I will help You took care of it."

"Big Baoya, today is the first seven, do you think my brother will come back?" Hou Anan asked beside him.

When the big buck teeth heard the words, they suddenly felt a cool breeze behind them.

"Should, yes." Da Baoya tightened his clothes tightly and said guiltily.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

At this time, there was a loud knock on the door.

Da Baoya and Hou Anan looked at each other.

The three of them grew up in an orphanage with no friends around them.

Hou Ping died, and only Da Baoya and Hou An'an were talking. Who would be knocking on the door at this time?

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The knock on the door sounded again.

"An'an, is An'an at home?"

A man's voice sounded outside the door.

"It's him!" Hearing the words, the big buck teeth suddenly turned cold, and said, "An'an, is he still pestering you?"