My chat group is so weird

At this time, March 7th kept a black question mark expression on his face throughout the whole process.

Why do these two people seem to have such strong opinions about the guardian named Cocolia?

Even looking at Mo Wang's expression, he seemed to want to kill him directly.

"Maybe, something happened between them before?"

Dan Heng did not show much interest in this question.

However, he agreed with what Mo Wang said, that Cocolia was hiding something from them.

"Well, forget it. Let's leave it at that. We'll talk about the Cocolia matter tomorrow. No matter what, our train crew can't have any conflicts with the people here for the time being."

"Especially you! You must not run out in the middle of the night, pretend to be someone else, and kill the Guardian. Do you hear me?"

At this time, Old Yang said to Mo Wang again.

"So there's this trick? I understand."

When Mo Wang heard what Lao Yang said, his eyes lit up.

This is a good idea. At worst, I can just pretend to be Sambo at night and run directly to Cocolia to kill her.

I think Sambo wouldn't care.

Well, if it really doesn't work, the Star Core Hunter can be used. I believe that my cheap mother, Wolf Yaya, and Liuying and the others should not have any objections.

"You bastard! What on earth do you know?!"

Seeing that Mo Wang had already started thinking, Old Yang's face turned black.

If he wasn't sure that he couldn't beat this guy, he would have wanted to clear out the door right now.

……

night--

After Lao Yang's three-hour lecture, Mo Wang finally returned to the room arranged for them by Bronya and others.

"Wow, it's really quite crude."

Seeing the decoration in the room, Mo Wang couldn't help but complain.

To put it nicely, this room is full of nostalgic style, and every piece of furniture is a high-quality antique.

To put it bluntly, this place is no different from a guesthouse in a small third-tier county town.

Judging from the age of the furniture here, he felt that it might be older than Lao Yang.

However, I think this is normal.

After all, to put it bluntly, Beloberg is a place that is extremely poor.

As for the large machines and defense facilities outside, they are at least several hundred years old.

In comparison, the furniture in this hotel is quite young.

In fact, Mo Wang wanted to complain while playing the game. This Beloberg is so small.

It is still unclear whether the total population of the remaining people is even one million.

What's the point of having a hotel in this upper-class area when you can stroll around it in a few hours?

The key point is that the occupancy rate of this shabby hotel seems to be quite high. Who on earth would leave a good house and stay in a hotel?

Or is it that the housing prices in Belloberg are already more expensive than staying in a hotel?

"Ah~"

Mo Wang sighed. Although he was full of complaints about this shabby room, he had no other choice at the moment. He casually patted the bed that looked older than his grandfather, and the dust flew up, choking him and making him cough.

"Forget it, just make do for one night."

He shook his head helplessly and sat down on it. The bed creaked as if protesting against his weight.

However, despite this, Mo Wang fell asleep in no more than a minute.

"Huh? What's going on?"

After Mo Wang fell asleep, he suddenly regained consciousness.

At this moment, he looked around in confusion and found that he was standing in the square of Beloberg.

If that were all, then so be it.

But the key point is that there were more than a dozen golden trash cans in front of him.

"Huh? Trash can?"

When Mo Wang saw the trash can, his brain suddenly felt like it had stopped working.

Looking at the dozen or so trash cans placed in front of him, as if waiting for his favor, Mo Wang felt a huge sense of dissatisfaction for a moment.

"What the hell, am I dreaming about trash cans now? Even though I've been a bit obsessed with trash cans lately, it's not the case that I dream about them all the time, right?"

"Could it be that because I didn't open the trash can during the day, the trash can came to find me at night?"

Mo Wang always thought that his condition, which involved dreaming about a trash can late at night, would only become so serious after he went to Pinocchio.

Didn't I expect that I would be so seriously ill right from the start? (This person actually knew that he was seriously ill...)

Looking at the dozen or so trash cans in front of him, Mo Wang couldn't help but fall into hesitation.

"What should I do? Should I go open it? I really want to go over there. But I feel like there's a trap here. What's going on?"

Mo Wang stood there, staring at the dozen or so golden trash cans, his inner struggle as if he was fighting a battle of the century.

His mind told him this was definitely a trap. A trash can appearing in a dream was already outrageous, let alone a glittering golden one? But his instincts were screaming, "Open! Open! Open! If you don't open it, you're not a human being!"

"Forget it, it's just a dream, what's there to be afraid of!"

Mo Wang gritted his teeth and finally took that step. He quickly walked to the first trash can, took a deep breath, and suddenly opened the lid.

"Wow--"

A pile of glittering garbage came into view, including broken toys, rusty gears, and even a few sparkling coins. Mo Wang's eyes lit up instantly, and his hand unconsciously reached in and began to search.

"Wow, this garbage is really high quality!"

He sighed as he flipped through the pages, completely forgetting that it was just a dream.

Just as he was immersed in the joy of rummaging through the trash, suddenly, the trash can made a low groan.

"Ok?"

Mo Wang was stunned for a moment, his hand stopped in mid-air, and his ears pricked up.

"You...you're finally here..."

The sound of the trash can seemed to come from underground, with a hint of resentment and anger.

"Holy crap! The trash can is talking?!"

Mo Wang was so scared that he took a step back and almost lost his balance.

He widened his eyes and stared at the trash can he had just been rummaging through.

"You...you cruel guy!"

The sound of the trash cans became louder and louder, and then Mo Wang saw that all these trash cans had grown strong hands and feet, and were filled with a philosophical atmosphere.

"Holy crap! Is the trash can a spirit?"

Mo Wang stared blankly at these philosophical trash cans, and then suddenly covered his head.

"Sure enough, I should go see a psychiatrist."

"This is so weird, isn't it? I actually dreamed about these philosophical garbage cans in advance? This is too bad."

Mo Wang covered his head and felt so worried about his mental state for the first time.

In his dream, he was engaged in a huge battle with a bunch of philosophical garbage cans, and he thought he had to go to Pinocchio to see it.

As a result, now, he didn't even need to use any tricks, and he could actually dream of such a realistic philosophical trash can.

If he tells this to others, I'm afraid everyone will think he's crazy, right?

He even thought he should go to Arkham and stay for a few days.

"Speaking of which, is there a psychiatrist in Beloberg? I don't know if Natasha works part-time in this industry. It's really terrible."

"You! You heartless trash digger!"

The leading trash can was waving his arms, his voice filled with anger and grievance. "Do you know what you've done to us? You turn us over, dig us out, and even empty us every day! We trash cans have dignity too!"

"Yes! That's right!"

The other trash cans also echoed. Even though they didn't have eyes, Mo Wang still felt that their eyes seemed quite angry. "Do you know that every time you turn over us, we feel empty and lonely!"

Mo Wang was a little confused by the accusations of these trash cans, but he quickly came to his senses, his mouth twitching slightly: "No, you guys... aren't you exaggerating a bit? I was just rummaging through the trash cans, is that a big deal?"

"As for! Of course!"

The voices of the trash cans suddenly rose, their "bodies" tensed up in anger, and the sound of the trash cans suddenly became louder.

After saying that, the leading trash can suddenly pounced towards Mo Wang, and the other trash cans followed closely behind.

"Hey, I say, it seems like you guys are going a little too far."

Seeing that these trash cans actually wanted to attack, Mo Wang immediately took out his baseball bat.

The leading trash can was about to reach Mo Wang, and then Mo Wang's baseball bat hit the trash can directly on the head - if that could really be considered a head.

"Paji!"

With just one hit, the golden trash can was smashed into small pieces by the baseball bat.

A pile of trash cans rushed over at this moment, but the next moment, I was stunned.

"I say, you haven't forgotten that this was actually my dream, right? How dare you be so arrogant in my dream? Who do you think you are?"

At this moment, the surrounding environment became terrifying under Mo Wang's control.

At this moment, Mo Wang looked like a big devil, looking down at the trash cans below.

"Fuck, it seems a little bad."

The trash cans were a little confused when they saw Mo Wang’s sudden change of style.

That’s not right, that’s not how the script is written!

Normally, shouldn't they accuse this guy and then give him a good lesson and make him admit his mistake?

How come the opponent suddenly became the BOSS?

"It's just a trash can, all of you die!"

The baseball bat in Mo Wang's hand evolved into a mace at this moment.

After a fierce beating, a pile of trash cans were directly torn into pieces by Mo Wang.

This situation is simply the end of the trash can clan.

More than ten strongest members of the Trash Can Clan who had reached the Golden Trash Can level were all killed by the great devil Mo Wang.

Looking at the pile of "corpses" under his feet, Mo Wang couldn't help but smack his lips.

Then he walked speechlessly to the golden trash can that he had deflated at the beginning.

"I say, the show has come to this point, do you guys still want to continue? It's quite boring. What kind of crappy script is this? Can you change it?"

After Mo Wang finished saying this, the trash can, which had been deflated beyond recognition, suddenly jumped up from the ground.

"Huh? You actually said that this script I carefully wrote for you is bad?"

"I think you look down on my Aha's writing skills, right?!"

Under Mo Wang's disgusted gaze, the originally golden trash can suddenly began to change its image at this moment, and turned into a strange man with a smiley mask on his head.

Chapter 130 Now the protagonist really becomes the Messenger of Pleasure.

"Hahahaha, young man, are you surprised to see me? That's right, I'm the one you all like, the most fascinating person in the universe! Ahaha!!!!"

As Aha in front of him introduced himself, a large group of people cheered and applauded from the surrounding Belobergs out of nowhere.

"Young man, seeing me as this Star God, do you admire me? Do you yearn for me and want to worship me? Don't worry, I know everything. After all, it's normal to have such emotions when a Star God as approachable as me appears in your dreams. Don't worry about the looks of those around you, just cheer for me to your heart's content!"