Please ask the dream

[Operation ended, perfect tactics]

[Node settlement: Fantasy +3]

[Drop extraction in progress...]

[You got a seal (purple)]

"Good news, purple, bad news, survival aid..." Feng Xue sighed helplessly as he looked at the skyrocketing fantasy. He was sure that the orange collection must have overdrawn his luck!

Although he said so, he also understood that this thing cannot be simply viewed in this way. Not to mention that 25 fantasy dreams are enough to buy two collections, one purple and one white (provided that there are), first of all, this thing itself has a certain value.

Just like the bottle of precious white wine before, it can be exchanged for a lot of resources in certain occasions. From this perspective, besides being worthless, it can have a seal with a purple rating...

"Fuck! Could this thing be the imperial seal of this world?"

Looking at the seal of high quality jade, Feng Xue suddenly felt that this thing didn't seem so embarrassing. While thinking about taking it out and trying it out when he had the chance, he looked at the next node.

"Another unexpected encounter? Is it the sequel of saving the girl? Or is it because he fell over the wall and got hurt? It shouldn't be. I paid attention to the strength. It should be a fall at most... So is the foster father going to become the father-in-law?"

Feng Xue had all kinds of thoughts in his mind, but he still clicked it honestly. Then, a picture of the emergency room appeared in front of him. The light of "First Aid" was so dazzling that Feng Xue's heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

"Fuck, isn't there a scaffolding or something just opposite the wall?"

Feng Xue's face turned pale, but then he realized something was wrong, because the girl was sitting on the chair next to him. She looked a little older than when she was thrown against the wall before, but now she seemed to be crying. Beside her, her adoptive mother was holding her and crying together.

"Okay, the case is solved."

At the same time that Feng Xue understood, the belated words also appeared in front of him-

[Your adoptive father was seriously injured because of the betrayal of a traitor in the society. The enemy gang Yulong Pavilion took this opportunity to encroach on the society's business. The people in your own society are already panicking. At this critical moment, you decide--]

[1. Take over the affairs of the society in the name of the young master, stabilize the situation, and take it slowly. ]

[2. Dad is in the hospital, so why should we endure it! Kill all the hostile forces, won't the problem be solved? ]

[3. Well, this should be murder, right? Or call the police? 】

Looking at the three options, Feng Xue suddenly laughed. If he really traveled through time and space and became the young master of a gang, he would probably choose the first one, because he knew very well that fighting and killing would not solve the problem. After all, in the current situation, there was not even a younger brother to visit the leader for the operation. Either the gang had been controlled by traitors, or the struggle was so intense that no one could be spared. In either case, the best way was to be patient for the time being. After all, the old leader was not dead. Isn't he undergoing an operation?

But now, who is he? Qingyun Baihong who rushed into the battle alone! Killing is the end!

What? Three?

Are you kidding? You are a gang! Even if you call the police and the police come, do you still have to pay taxes and make up for the money and let your brothers in the gang go to jail? What about after that? Will you still do business? Will you still be in the gang? Can you still hold your head up when you see people on the road?

Just choose two!

He admitted that playing like this was a bit of a war mania, but who would use their brains when they could just rush through! Not to mention that only gold finger battles can drop items. If you are unlucky, you should fight as much as you can!

As the thought fell, the picture spread out, and a new line of text appeared -

[You have always believed in not leaving grudges overnight. After your adoptive father's injury stabilized, you sent your adoptive parents to a safe house, and then led your men to kill the enemy's base camp. ]

[A difficult battle! ]

[A Better Tomorrow]

"Why do I think this should be called a knight's journey?" As the darkness in front of him dissipated, Feng Xue looked at the office building with the sign of "Yulong Pavilion" not far away, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"New calendar 457..."

Feng Xue casually muttered a number that was probably this year, and found a short knife and a Y32 semi-automatic pistol from his body, and couldn't help feeling relieved.

He was not unfamiliar with the Y32. This thing was the standard equipment of the Qingyun Army. It had a capacity of 14 rounds and used 7.62mm pistol bullets. With the two magazines on his body, there were a total of 42 rounds.

"That's enough."

Feng Xue, who finally didn't need to use a pencil to output, exhaled deeply. The slight hypoxia caused by emptying the air in his lungs made his brain empty in an instant. With the subsequent deep breath, the oxygen that flowed in again made his brain slightly excited. Between the exhalation and the inhalation, the basic suggestion of the architecture technique was completed.

The faint light that was not conspicuous in broad daylight lingered on his body, and a sunny and cheerful atmosphere replaced the original gloomy and cold.

Feng Xue's acting skills were also good now, but considering that the hostile forces could not fail to recognize him, he still imitated the feeling of a sunny and cheerful boy when he started.

With his hands in his pockets, Feng Xue walked towards the office building with a calm face. The ostentatious plaque that was out of place in the office building was full of nouveau riche temperament. Coupled with the two ferocious-looking men with big tattoos on their arms at the door, the words "not a good person" were almost written on their faces.

Seeing Feng Xue approaching, the guard was obviously deceived by his sunny and cheerful temperament. He immediately raised his brows, leaned forward, and used the shadow of his body to suppress Feng Xue. This is commonly used by street gangsters to facilitate his performance. The oppressive posture put pressure on Feng Xue——

"Boy, look carefully before you go inside. This is not what a brat like you should do..."

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm here to do something today..."

Feng Xue immediately put his hand into his arms. Just when the other party thought he was going to take out his business card, a cold light suddenly flashed through.

"Ahem...huhu..."

A cough with a leaking sound came from his tightly covered throat, but Feng Xue had already easily avoided this person. The gangster behind who was planning to watch the show didn't realize what was happening. When the time came, he sent the blade into his heart.

"Uh-huh!"

He flicked the knife casually, and a line of blood immediately appeared on the ground.

Returning the knife to its sheath, Feng Xue walked into the building with her pocket in her pocket as if nothing was wrong. She seemed to feel something was wrong, and then turned around and closed the thick and exaggerated door carved with dragons and phoenixes.

"Little devil, you dare to come to our fish dragon..."

"Bang!"

With one shot, the gangster who stepped forward to stop him was killed. Feng Xue took off his sunny disguise. After locking the door, he casually cut off the handle and followed the sound of the alarm to look at the crowd that was gradually gathering. The look on his face Revealing the bloodthirsty light——

"Use all the bullets first and then kill them, or should you kill them to your heart's content before shooting? You guys really gave me a big problem!"