Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 76: All Dragons Are Abnormal

Drogo looked at a group of children who were fighting in the distance. One of them was obviously the leader, and was pursued and admired by all the other children.

The reason is simple. He is wearing a full set of custom-made equipment that represents his absolute financial strength.

The price of this thing was so high that even Craig had to consider whether his pocket money was enough to buy it.

However, Drogo offered Craig a friendly price of 95% off, which was the greatest honor a dragon could give.

And that handsome construct, with a full set of weapons from the main characters, can give them to whoever he wants, enjoying the "supreme power" that has the final say among all the children, big and small.

If this is a rich second generation who is out looking for emotional value, then that is normal.

But Fulin said it was an ancient copper dragon.

"hiss--"

Drogo took a breath of hot air, but there was nothing he could do; he couldn't even take a breath of cool air in this weather.

"Are you sure he's a dragon?"

"Sure, he's Doudou."

"Doudou?" Drogo thought for a moment. "The copper dragon that likes to follow you, can't even walk properly, and is always kicked by you to carry prey?"

That's true. If he were still alive, he would truly be an ancient dragon.

There are more than a dozen ancient dragons still alive, and three of them have come to Twin Towers City. How can this be a small blessing?
"You don't have to tell me the rest."

"What is he doing here?" The dragon clan has a strong sense of territory. There is no room for two dragons in one city. Of course, Fulin's situation is special.

"travel."

The travel project was to go to the city to play house with other children. Zhuo Ge felt that compared with other children of the same kind, he might be a little too normal.

Moreover, he is also the famous shame of the dragon clan. Because he is too afraid of death, all his attributes are increased by constitution, and the spells he knows are either used to save life or to escape.

To the extent that a young dragon cannot beat a young dragon, and an adult cannot beat a sub-adult.

However, since his blood is thicker than Drogo's, although he cannot defeat other dragons, most dragons cannot do anything to him.

"How do you know he's here for a trip?" Drogo asked.

"He is the third nephew of my seventh uncle. Of course I have to say hello when he comes."

Drogo struggled for a long time but still couldn't figure out what the relationship was.

Dragons have a long lifespan and it is not as difficult for them to have children as elves, so they have a mess of generational levels.

The reason why the number of dragons has not increased dramatically is very simple.

Fighting is fun!

Many young dragons don't know how to judge their opponent's strength before fighting.

Then most of them died like maggots.

"Are you sure he can clone himself?" Drogo was quite skeptical about Doudou's ability.

"Not only can he do it, he is quite proficient at it. Since no dragon is willing to play with him, he uses clones to entertain himself. He is very skilled at it and can also clone objects."

What a sad story.

"Let's go and say hello."

Doudou is taking on a group of demons alone, and the children who haven't been given weapons are doing their best to act as supporting actors in the hope of getting toys in the next round.

"Wow, what a cool flying kick."

"It's the Crazy Waterfall Demon-Smashing Spear!"

"Dou Dou!" Fulin interrupted the "battle" like a parent who came out to catch a playful child.

"Who is it? How dare you call the Construct Warrior's real name!" Doudou held up his spear and showed it to Fulin.

"Oh! It's that rampant evil dragon. Now that you see your uncle, why don't you bow? Take my stab! Crazy Waterfall Demon Shattering Spear!"

Doudou raised the gun and stabbed at Fulin, his desolate figure carrying a hint of tragic grandeur.

The way his friends looked at him changed from flattery at the beginning to admiration.

He actually dared to face the terrifying adults!

Fulin dodged and slapped Doudou on the head with great effect.

Poor Doudou was picked up by one hand, and his short legs flapped in the air.

"Give me back all my weapons, I want them back, you humorless old witch!"

The children watched as the hero in their hearts who dared to resist the adults was captured by the evil adults.

May he be at peace.

Copper dragons hate intelligent creatures without a sense of humor.

But under the pressure, Doudou still took his distant niece, who was older than him, back to his secret treasure house in Shuangta City.

A two-story rental house.

I don’t know if I don’t come, but I will be shocked when I come.

There were piles of comic books in the rental house, including all kinds of books that Drogo had heard of and not heard of.

The only two single volumes of "Construct Warriors" were placed in the middle, locked in a transparent treasure chest. They should be the autographed editions of Robben and Ribery.

It seems that the treasure chest is much more expensive than the comics.

Go up to the second floor, which is filled with toys, including all the styles released by Drogo Toy Store so far.

The most eye-catching construct warriors are the protagonist group constructs, a full set of customized versions, standing in a row like life-size figures.

There is an auto chess game machine in the room.

There are also pictures of characters from various comics on the walls.

The purity is too high.

They are not here for tourism, they are here purely to purchase goods. They are finally cutting the leeks from their own kind.

Drogo was pleased.

Although I don’t know what the smallest dragon treasure looks like, Doudou’s must be a strong candidate.

"What do you want me to do?" Doudou triggered the summoner, retrieved the construct, solemnly placed it on the only empty armor rack, and then unfolded it.

"I need your clone magic."

"Huh? You just beat me up, why should I help you?"

"It's not me who needs it, it's Drogo." Flynn pointed, and Drogo smiled kindly.

Zhuo Ge has always been very kind to consumers, especially loyal consumers.

"You are Drogo? Then the two of you..."

Doudou looked like he had eaten a big melon.

"I was wondering why you always bullied a red dragon when you were a kid. Turns out..."

"Snapped!"

Fulin uses physical interruption.

"Don't hit me on the head, I'm stupid enough." Doudou has a clear self-awareness.

"Your clone magic is needed so that Demon Vision can enter thousands of households."

Drogo has plenty of practical experience in how to deceive.

"If the Demon Vision progresses smoothly, Construct Warriors can shoot Demon Vision, not just one episode, but many episodes, one episode per week..."

Doudou's eyes gradually lit up as Drogo introduced him.

"So you really set up the Drogo Group?" Doudou held Drogo's paw enthusiastically.

"Well, I guess so. It's mainly due to everyone's efforts."

"Please don't die. Listen to my advice. Don't go robbing. Why don't we just focus on making toys and publishing comics?"

"Well, I haven't done that for a long time."

Robbing Elsa doesn't count, because he paid her salary. It's robbery when an unscrupulous company fires someone without giving them compensation.

"Good good."

"Um, the clone spell I just mentioned..."

"Stop talking. When will the work start? Your task is to film the Construct Warriors. Leave the rest to me."

There was no mention of salary from beginning to end.

See, this is the advantage of the second dimension. They can generate electricity with love at critical moments.

Two days later, the Magic Vision network system was tested for the first time.

It consists of the output end, the amplified "Hunting" magic crystal; the transmission line, Doudou's magic circle; and the receiving end, the first-generation magic vision adjusted by the goblin.

The physical distance between the two ends is 1,500 meters.

"Ready, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, connected."

As the command was given through telepathy, Dr. Fabrice activated the magic viewer.

For easy observation, the machine is not equipped with a casing.

After a short delay, the phantom of a magic crystal appeared at the input end of the machine, at the location marked by the rune.

Raul's face in black and white appeared on the small 12-inch screen.

Dr. Fabrice could not see anything clearly because his eyes were blurred by tears.

On August 853, 8 of the Third Era, the first operational magic vision machine was born.

"Choose a name for our first Vision," Drogo said. "If there's not enough space on the billboard to fit your name, I'll dock your salary."

"Oh, no," replied Fabrique, "just call me Marie."

"What's your wife's name?"

"My wife's name!"