The city owner goes up every day [unlimited]

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"Okay." Nan Chen glanced back at him, his handsome eyebrows were extremely alluring.

Xie Xilin's eyes lit up slightly, he leaned over and whispered something in Nan Chen's ear, and then carried him directly to the bathroom.

……

This time, all the residents of Southern Star City did not meet their city lord and architect until twelve noon the next day.

Nan Chen's whole body was still a little lazy. He was half lying on the desk in the main control room, watching everyone analyze the last city.

Wenyan City, a tier 25 city ranked [-] at the beginning.Judging by their current state, it is very likely that they have also been promoted to the god level in the sixth game.

The city lord, Liu Wenyan, also entered the god level in this promotion match.

It looks pretty strong.

"I heard people from Shifang City whisper before that the final battle was the most tragic match in the entire competition." Nan Chen said with some uncertainty: "They have experienced it, maybe it is true."

"Even if it's true, our strength is stronger than theirs!" Victor laughed indifferently.

"That's right." Nan Chen thought about it and felt relieved.

Their new god seal is bigger than that of the previous Shifang City, and there are four god-levels in the city, three more than the opponent.

……

At this moment in Wenyan City, in the city lord's room, Liu Wen was sitting beside a low couch, slowly brewing a pot of clear and transparent spirit tea.

The light green tea fell into the cup, and Liu Wen put the small purple pottery teacup in front of the person opposite, and said with a smile: "Pu Xingzhu, please."

Pu Hanzhi's expression was unusually calm, and he was not polite, picked up the teacup and smelled it, and then drank it down in one gulp.

Liu Wen smiled slightly, and then asked: "Master Pu Xing said before that he could ensure that I, Wenyan City, would win, but how can I ensure that?"

Pu Hanzhi was silent for a moment, and spread his palms.On the palm of his hand, an exquisite black hanging clock gradually became a reality.

"This is the Dongming Bell, one of the most important artifacts in our Shifang City." Pu Hanzhi said flatly, "It has no rank."

"Oh?" A glint of light flashed in Liu Wen's eyes, his eyes shrank slightly, and fell on the black body of the clock.

"The East Ming Bell has only one purpose." Pu Hanzhi lowered his eyes slightly, and said, "It's a curse."

"It is a magic weapon from the god of witchcraft. As long as Nanxing City attacks Wenyan City, the curse will be activated immediately."

"Within 10 minutes... Southern Star City will completely become a dead city."

……

After Pu Hanzhi left, Liu Wen picked up the Dongming Bell on the table and looked at it with joy.

The personal maid re-arranged a set of exquisite snow-colored tea sets for him, glanced at the dark clock, and asked, "Is this clock really so powerful? The three nine-level artifacts from Shifang City before are just a little No hydration."

Liu Wen smiled in a good mood, stared at the Dongming Bell in his hand with bright eyes, and said slowly: "This is completely different..."

Yes, this one is totally different.

This is the real... treasure of Shifang City.