Survive the Fourth Natural Disaster

Lansander never thought in his life that someone would describe Shar like this.

The undead are really interesting, always thinking about problems from various thrilling angles.

Even if the Lord of the Dawn sprays water, he still smiles brightly.

Shar gently closed her eyes, and then looked as if nothing had happened.

After being with William, her willpower has been tempered for a long time.

After all, compared to this kind of nonsense, the love story arranged by the undead is even more wonderful... Give Suni a hundred brains and she won't be able to think of so many ways to play the love game.

Although she looks calm now, when she first started listening to these people telling stories, she really almost blew up the time and space artifact.

If she had been programmed in this life, it would probably be less than what the undead could imagine in an hour.

You know, because of Mask, there were some rumors about her in those years.

Although few of those arrogant people escaped her pursuit, there were always some people she couldn't catch who dared to spread the stories even though they knew they were false.

Like the Book of Darkness.

Although it does contain some things related to her essence, most of them are nonsense.

But just because of that part, this book cannot be destroyed at all...unless Toril's original darkness collapses.

And this is something she can't do at all.

At that time, Shar never imagined that one day, she would be able to instantly feel calm after hearing such nonsense.

Lansander glanced at her with interest: "Although you are still not a good person, I don't know why, but you are much more pleasing to the eye! Shar."

"Do I need your evaluation?" Shar responded coldly, "Shut your mouth."

This small attack was probably not enough for Lansander, so he just continued to ask curiously: "So, why did you come up with these missions that scare even the undead?"

"The egg of the night butterfly is the most durable fusion I have ever seen." Shar smiled, "But it must be one she is willing to hand over.

That thing is indeed something between life and death, virtuality and reality. "

Lansander was naturally dissatisfied with Shar's evasiveness.

But he also knew that since Shar was only willing to say so much, it was because he didn't want him to know what was behind.

Moreover, Lansander understood better that the reason why Shar had such a good attitude and was even willing to answer his questions was not because of him.

But because of Hill.

To a certain extent, he is actually the same.

If you don't want to embarrass Hill, you have to maintain at least a similar peace on the surface.

Whether it's a quarrel or a fight, it's all a kind of communication. In fact, it's not as embarrassing as completely ignoring the host.

But if he really thought that he, the Lord of the Dawn, would still answer questions like this when he met Shar in other places, and would not lie even if he didn't tell the whole story, then he would be crazy.

When they met in Paradise Mountain, Sharko tried to lure him into the gutter again and again!

Lansander later discovered that if he really believed Shar's bad words, he would probably have to cross paths with Asmodeus.

Although he may not take the initiative to find trouble with the Lord of Hell, what if Asmodeus feels that Lansander, the Lord of the Dawn, is an obstacle to him?

Shar is really indifferent.

Fortunately, he didn't tell the truth... No, he told the truth, but it was just easier to cause misunderstandings.

Hill looked around to make sure that the two of them would not conflict over this little thing, and then took up his pen to write and draw on the hard paper covering the table... After Shar reminded him, His mind was naturally immersed in the floating city again.

Although there seemed to be a lot of trouble with the undead, Hill stopped paying attention after making sure that everything was under William's control.

Although the undead are interesting, Hill may not have as much personal affection for them as Lanson Del.

Probably, from the very beginning, in his mind, these were netizens he would never see face to face...the kind who would disappear at any time. Therefore, he established friendship, but set the relationship in a safe enough area.

On the contrary, these people and gods who did not understand the existence of the undead really gave their feelings.

Moreover, as gods, their first reaction to the people they love is to invite them to their divine kingdom in the future.

Gods are also accustomed to exchanging souls with each other.

Unlike Hill, who has never considered this kind of problem, he will naturally only keep himself a little away.

Therefore, after confirming that these undead people would only be affected and would not suffer, Hill's thoughts were not on their side at all.

His floating city is more interesting.

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"Where did Old Snow Dog go? Wasn't he still here just now?" The 'Perfect Bald Head' scratched his head and suddenly changed the topic.

"You ask me?" The expression of the 'Old Sanda King' was distorted. He suddenly jumped up and slapped him on the back of the head. "I haven't blinked in the past three hours!"

The 'perfect bald man' who had taken off his clothes quickly clasped his hands together: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It's my fault!

Ahhhh! Old Snow Dog, where are you? "

"I think a normal person would pick up a tablet and send a message at this time, instead of shouting in front of hundreds of thousands of people in an empty valley." 'Xueyunfeng' walked silently from a distance Come here, "That means I'm just here to see how you're doing here. Otherwise, who are you going to shout to?"

It's good if he can keep an eye on them for an hour. Should he stay with them until the end?

So much to do!

"So, why did you go?" 'Perfect Bald Head' asked confidently, "We caused the evil together, how could you not accompany me?"

‘Xueyunfeng’ grinned and waved his hand instantly.

The 'Perfect Bald Head' did a backflip deftly and jumped twice on the spot: "Do you think you are the Sanda King? Just because you want to slap me on the head?

The speed is too slow and the angle is too crappy! "

'Xue Yunfeng' smiled slightly, and an ice ring rose directly under the feet of 'Perfect Bald Head', freezing the little jumping bean in place.

However, he was too lazy to continue stretching his claws... How could such a gentle and gentle person be so rude?

The 'Old Sanda King' tilted his head, stretched out his hand and gestured: "The deflection of your ice ring is half smaller! Old dog."

Although these range spells still have to be used, the accuracy is obviously much better.

‘Xueyunfeng’ smiled and nodded.

"That's great." The 'Old Sanda King' also laughed, "From now on, I only have to worry about your sense of direction."

‘Xueyunfeng’’s face couldn’t help but darken.

Although the game can modify most of the attributes, for someone like Lu Chi, it will be magnified.

Especially for the undead who have long been accustomed to various technological means. Although the realism of a space-time game is relatively high, many things are enlarged in equal proportions. It is very difficult to distinguish the southeast from the northwest.

There are countless people who still know the wrong direction when looking at the mini-map, let alone those who are just going wrong.

As for the 'Xueyun Peak', let alone mention it.

He was holding a tablet with arrows pointing the direction, but he couldn't find the edge.

The 'Perfect Bald Head', who had heard the news underground a long time ago, jumped suddenly, used brute force to tear open the ice ring that trapped him, and asked again: "So, why did you go?"

"Clean up the housekeeping." 'Xueyunfeng' didn't even raise his eyelids.

"Can it be cleaned up?" "Perfect Bald" looked surprised, "My house has been swept twice, and there is still garbage."

"Our Demon Sect still has an advantage in this aspect." 'Xueyunfeng' smiled slightly, "After all, no one can come in without any reason.

As long as someone is found to have a problem, you can basically find out a lot by checking the person who invited him into the family.

Your family..."

"Ordinary members don't matter, the management must be swept out." The 'Old Sanda King' said coldly, "But you don't have to worry about this problem, we have a solution."

‘Cunlu’?

'Xue Yunfeng' glanced at her casually: "Do you know how the young master is doing?"

"Ha~ he's so furious!" the 'Old Sanda King' said with a sneer, "I told him at the beginning that his attitude would overturn sooner or later.

If he feels satisfied, he will naturally have to bear the consequences. "

One of the reasons why Academy Star fell in love with Wenjian Tianxia Youth Travel is that this family is very loose to begin with, with no rules or restrictions.

People like 'Passion Fruit' would not be able to do any flower work in Black Rose.

With his strength, he was able to reach the position of 'Ji Lanyuan' because of his sudden luck.

In places where the rules are relatively complete, the ability to do evil is always lacking in strength... In the game, combat power and management ability are naturally enough... enough.

But in Wenjian, 'Passion Fruit' has achieved a high-level position... It is estimated that the two girls from the Meng family are not very strong in combat, and they are not the kind of mission madmen, but they are both qualified to take pictures of special events. Props also have something to do with him.

What's the point of being angry now?

'Passion Fruit''s attitude is very obvious...the differences between them were only forged in the game, and naturally can only be resolved in the game.

The temperament of the 'Old Sanda King' will certainly not be constrained by this attitude, and neither will 'Xue Yunfeng' and 'Perfect Bald Head'.

No matter how extravagant the words are, isn't it because of the influence of reality that he did these things?

How can he only settle the accounts in the game just because he works for others in the game?

But the 'young master' is relatively middle-class after all, and his thoughts are a bit naive.

Then you can only jump on your own.

"He needs a deputy like Eunuch Lu." The 'Perfect Bald Head' suddenly tilted his head, "The young master doesn't really want to live up to the virtue of Joss, does he?"

"What's wrong with me?" Joss floated lightly beside them, "I'm aboveboard! I never do anything I regret!"