Wishing Everyone a Happy Holiday

Xu Xingcheng supported the door frame with one hand and scooped up Xiao Hei with the other, striking a very fashionable pose as he spoke.

Yet no one paid any attention to his movements now, as Fatty directly ignored his squeamish posture. "It's great you're here, Mr. Evil. We just got a game announcement saying players can't match into dungeons themselves anymore. Come take a look at what's going on."

This man had so many names it was like they were bought wholesale, with Evil God, Slaughter, and Xu Xingcheng taking turns on stage.

When Fatty gave him honorary titles, he couldn't help rattling off three at once, and Mr. Evil was one of those honorary titles.

As he spoke, Fatty reached out and pulled Xu Xingcheng into the room.

Xu Xingcheng's carefully struck pose shattered, leaving him to just pat his clothes and sit down casually on the sofa, setting Xiao Hei aside.

Just as Fatty wanted to describe the current situation to him, Xu Xingcheng waved a hand. "No need, I heard it all just now."

"That's fantastic." Not having to waste the effort to explain it all over again made Fatty quite happy. "Then can you analyze what kind of situation this is for us?"

"It's pretty much the same as what your guy surnamed Chu said. The game management can't control the dungeons anymore, so they can only let them run wild." Xu Xingcheng shared Chu Changge's view. "This is a good thing for everyone!"

This positive statement immediately attracted Hao Laoshi, who looked over full of anticipation, as if hoping some pearls of wisdom would tumble from Xu Xingcheng's mouth.

"The dungeons have gone crazy, and as they go crazy, the earth and the game will explode together. No one will ever have to worry