Chapter 31: An Instant Transformation into a Bigwig, NPCs Assemble

"Uh-oh."
Game over.
Song Yu watched the zombies charging from the street into the apartment building and spun around instantly.
Beside her, little Black had already packed up all the bedding at lightning speed before she even had to ask. With his backpack clamped firmly in his jaws, he tilted his head at Song Yu with a dashing air.
"Let's go!"
Man and dog bolted from the room. The stairs were out of the question, and the elevator had long since stopped running—though even if it hadn't, it would have been a death trap.
They had to find another way.
By now, almost none of the dragons ranked in the lower tiers had escaped the fate of being conquered.
Without waiting for Shen Feng to reply, Wang Da walked up on his own accord. He sat down opposite Liu Ranran, then raised his head and spoke with a provocative tone.
However, she certainly wouldn't harm him at this moment; after all, if he met his end, she would have to go down with him. Yi Xiaotian truly didn't believe she was willing to trade her life for his. Therefore, he wasn't worried, provided that what she said about helping him improve his metal-elemental sigil condensation was true.
After Lin Langluan finished speaking, Cuihua and Erni understood immediately.
They were, however, thoroughgoing capitalists. Every bit of grain that fell into their hands was merely a tool for speculation. During the famine years ago, this company had held countless stocks of grain in its grip.
Hearing the people who had come to fetch the pastries exclaim as they looked into the pot, the commoners below stretched their necks, desperate to see what was inside.
Yet, the multicolored rays of magic power, the magnificent vitality, and the invincible aura spreading from each other’s bodies were unprecedented, sweeping across the vast wilderness.
One hundred and thirty years ago, the Dark Turmoil erupted. The mastermind behind it wiped out all life within a two-thousand-mile radius, only to stop abruptly before the gates of the Rohan Academy, vanishing without a trace ever since.
Throughout his journey, Xia Changqing had witnessed all manner of terrors, but this immortal tomb was certainly among the most formidable.
Emperor Yongchang’s original words were for Li Yanhe to guard the new border outpost and for Lin Miaomiao to establish the pastures there. Lin Miaomiao also saw a large number of slaves.
Ye Chen naturally noticed this movement. He hadn't expected the man to use poison in such a setting—was he unaware that this was against the rules?
Therefore, having Yan Kaizhi join him for breakfast served two purposes: first, he felt apologetic that Empress Dowager He had pointlessly dragged Shaohua and the others into the palace; second, he needed to discuss this matter with Yan Kaizhi privately.
However, he was slightly taken aback to see that less than a third of the soldiers followed Song Yan as he departed.
Walking toward the door, Old Man Ge picked up the necessary herbs and minerals from the floor. Carrying the pile in his wide sleeves, he strode toward the alchemy furnace with his head held high. One could only wonder where he found such confidence.
Because once any matter involved the Qingyun Sect, everyone felt a sense of inferiority, as if the sect were a massive, insurmountable mountain peak standing in their way.
At this moment, our second-awakening players on the front line were truly shining; the attack power and effects of their second-awakening skills far surpassed those of the first. The numerical advantage of these low-level bandits was gradually fading. We had solidified our position, and it would no longer be so simple for them to break through our defense.
Furthermore, there were hundreds of millions of Jiuxuan citizens waiting for her and Zhao Taixu to rescue them. If they didn't spread the false information immediately, it would be highly improper to let it be exploited by those with ulterior motives.
"He seems to be quite handsome," Fang Mengbao muttered to herself, her hand reaching out involuntarily to remove the obstructive mask.
Seeing Wang Po remain so stubborn, Old Tang sighed and said, "You must realize that if you die or get dragged into trouble, no one will pity you. Remember, this world is one where the strong prey upon the weak."
Watching Li Yong proactively press his delicate cheek against his own, the Winged Tiger’s smile grew even wider. *Smack!* The Winged Tiger’s expression instantly turned stern as he mercilessly swiped a claw against Li Yong’s cheek.