Start call: My pet actually comes from history

A false alarm.

A false alarm.

Kuang Yinwang took the bottle from Gao Chimiao's hand, opened the bottle cap and smelled it.

as predicted.

The taste is just different from the sexy bitch.

mellow.

-

"My dear father, what are you looking at?"

upstairs.

In the art room, after Du Futu walked out of the room, Zhao Huanwang, who had finished his erotica, looked at Zhao Jiwang, who had been leaning on the window sill and looking outside, and asked.

"Ah, Huan'er, I am feeling emotional for my father."

Zhao Jiwang did not look back and continued to look at the floating clouds in the sky.

Clouds blowing in the wind.

It's like a so-called alliance.

No roots or roots.

Drifting in the wind.

Not even a destination.

I don’t know where I will fly to next moment.

This ship.

The road ahead is bleak.

Today it is.

At stake.

In name only.

Without even fighting with others, the building is about to collapse in the waves.

The reason.

Just because there was a collapse among the internal giants.

Thousand miles of embankment.

Failed by Bo Fu.

Brother Zhongmou and Brother Meng Ling now ignore each other, and they don't even attend the regular alliance meetings organized by themselves.

How did that happen.

The situation was obviously very good before.

Clouds drifted by.

Zhao Jiwang couldn't help but sigh again.

Fall in love with the upper floors.

Fall in love with the upper floors.

I'm worried about being bald for the sake of the alliance.

A sigh.

It is a complaint about unfair fate.

It's confusion about the future of the league.

It is also a lament for an invisible future.

The long sky.

How thin is Ji.

At this time, Kong Mingmao, who was polishing the guqin on the platform, felt an itch on the tip of his nose in the sun and couldn't help but sneeze.

Sighed for a long time.

Zhao Jiwang turned around and looked at Zhao Huanwang, who didn't care about this, and twitched the corner of his mouth: "Huan'er, do you think that as a father and you, can we still reach the other side in this life?"

silence.

Zhao Huanwang quietly rolled his eyes.

My heart was both speechless and raw.

It doesn’t matter whether you walk to the other side or not.

The important thing is just don't bring yourself.

See it.

What a bullshit alliance.

As expected, there were baskets of stinky fish and rotten shrimps, and there were already internal problems before they even took shape.

Still thinking about walking to the other side.

He fell down before even reaching this shore.

"Huan'er?"

Seeing that his son was silent, Zhao Jiwang called out again.

At this time, Zhao Huanwang pretended that he had just heard it and turned his head and said: "Ah...Father, what are you talking about? I was distracted just now."

Hear the words.

Zhao Jiwang didn't care but said thoughtfully: "Huan'er, how about giving money to brother Zhongmou and brother Sheng Ling to get back together and let our alliance start sailing again?"

"..."

Zhao Huanwang was really speechless.

Listen to what this is called.

Also make money.

Being wronged.

"Father, if you really have a lot of money, why not give it to your husband? This way, if you offend Grandpa Taizu again, for the sake of money, your husband will help you and me."

"It makes sense. Let's do it this way. Fighting on two fronts, the alliance will continue, and Mr. Please cannot be left behind."

"it is good."

Zhao Huanwang looked at Zhao Jiwang who had new ideas and agreed.

Anyway, even if it objects, it will be of no use.

It's better to just let my stupid and trouble-loving old father do whatever he wants.

"How much do you want to pay sir? Eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight, right?"

Zhao Jiwang is not short of money now.

Its business has been good recently.

I took some orders for drawings and other things for the female dolls called virtual anchors.

"Father, you have the final say."

Zhao Huanwang just wanted to nod and smile.

"Then eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight."

Zhao Jiwang also made a decision.

When he was about to send money to Su Buyu.

Suddenly there was a banging sound at the door.

There was a knock on the door.

Interrupting Zhao Jiwang's pace of collecting money, he put down his tablet and walked over, stood up and opened the door.

When you see the figure outside the door.

Zhao Jiwang was a little confused and said: "Brother Mu, is something wrong?"

The visiting figure is none other than Du Moutu.

It nodded and walked directly into the room. After all, this was the room it had slept in for a few days. It was so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar. "Zhao Ji, I've thought about it. I'm going to join you and learn to draw comics."

The words fell.

Zhao Ji was stunned.

Good guy.

This is to grab jobs.

No.

What comics did you, Du Mu, draw?

Isn't it good to write books like Du Fu?

Besides, it's not like he already has drawing skills. It would be too troublesome to start drawing comics from scratch.

I thought about it.

Zhao Jiwang still tried to dissuade him: "Brother Mu, why don't you think about it again?"

but.

Du Mutu, who had already thought deeply about it, shook his head: "Zhao Ji, I have discovered that coding is not suitable for me. Only pictures can record the graceful beauties in my mind, so I plan to draw a harem comic, mainly It’s because the censorship of this comic is relatively loose.”

Speaking of which.

Du Mutu clenched his paws quietly.

Damn novel website.

He was not allowed to pass the trial, and he said that the description was too sentimental.

Outrageous.

What are words? Words are free.

The husband does not allow himself to write.

These guys who don't know anything don't let themselves write. The worst they can do is find another way. Anyway, it is impossible to change the article. This is Du Muzhi's insistence.

Harem manga...

The choice of theme made Zhao Huanwang nod.

Although the subject matter has been criticized.

But after all, it is a classic theme of Parkson.

What's more, Du Muzhi has seen a variety of women, whether they were private geishas, ​​courtesans, royal princesses, etc., they all exist in his memory.

then.

Zhao Huanwang asked: "Then where is your harem theme?"

In this regard.

Du Mutu, who had already thought deeply about it, immediately started talking: "No need to ask, of course it has to be a brothel, and all of them have to be girls, silver hair, yellow hair, rainbow hair, cat ears, white silk stockings, I have already thought of the role of the madam, A silver-haired lolita who is 1.4 meters tall, wearing silk as thin as cicada wings..."

The sound hits the ears.

Zhao Huanwang, who couldn't stand listening, immediately interrupted: "Wait, wait, wait, okay, no need to say anymore, are you drawing comics or are you planning to draw a brothel?"

Can it.

Can I return to myself Du Moutu, who wrote about a business girl who did not know the hatred for her country's subjugation, and who still sang a version of "The Flower in the Backyard" across the river, worrying about the country and the people?

"Of course I'm drawing comics. Listen to me, the brothel is just the main character's first goal."

"What about the other goals?"

"Of course we want to make it bigger and stronger, open the brothel all over the world, and become the world's information exchange center. At that time, the girls under the protagonist's hands will be the protagonist's ears, eyes and wings."

"You really just want to open a brothel."

"Zhao Ji, does your son not understand human speech?"

"Huan'er, why do you say that about Brother Mu? Brother Mu, please don't mind. So have you decided on the name of your brothel?"

"Of course, it's called the Thirteenth Floor."

"main character?"

"Mu Shisan."

"...."

Ok.

Zhao Jiwang nodded.

Du Mutu really just wanted to open a brothel.