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【Coordinates 1: (Account Transfer Sync) Stranger: Wang Xuefeng (Lv.82)】
【Coordinates 2: (Account Transfer Sync) Stranger: Huo Leiting (Lv.78)】
【Coordinates 3: (Account Transfer Sync) Stranger: Dai Le'er (Lv.67)】
【Coordinates 4: (Account Transfer Sync) Stranger: Yang Xing (Lv.41)】
"this……?"
Xiao He raised an eyebrow, immediately realizing that things were not so simple.
Firstly, the change in the first two ranks means that at least two years have passed since the day they died in the L30 realm.
Secondly, the significant differences in rank between individuals indicate that they are not acting in unison, and their current locations are likely scattered.
Thirdly, the name Wang Xuefeng.
If nothing unexpected happens, his account name should be "Wang Xuefeng".
The system doesn't make typos, so there must have been an accident.
Xiao He hesitated.
To safely navigate this vulnerable period, it is essential to choose the safest landing point.
Judging from the level of "survival" among this group, Yang Xing's position is definitely the most cunning. The kind of survival mentality where "even if the world ends, I'll be the last to die."
But to be honest... it's been two years. Although I don't feel the passage of time myself, it must be very difficult for Wang Xuefeng...
I want to see him as soon as possible.
【Coordinates 1: (Account Transfer Sync) Stranger: Wang Xuefeng (Lv.82)】
Is this confirmed?
【yes】
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Mount Modan.
The Temple of Saintess Polis.
With the defensive barrier hub destroyed, the Temple Master activated the emergency evacuation plan and immediately requested reinforcements from the Nojin High Court.
Two years have passed on the continent of Nuojin, and both the Elementalist Guild and the Resurrection Cult have developed a clear set of standards for their division.
For the Resurrection Cult, the classification is naturally based on their own cultivation level.
The monsters they carry are divided according to their resurrection era, increasing by 1 level every hundred years above the base level of 20.
For example, if the monsters besieging the Temple of the Holy Maiden are 5000 years old, their level can be determined as 20+50. This is the power classification that is closest to the mainstream elementalists.
As for the era in which each monster was resurrected, that depends on each person's historical knowledge.
If one makes a careless miscalculation, the consequences can range from minor injury to death...
There is a tall tower on top of the palace.
Within just one hour, the people on the tower became the target of attention for both sides.
People's first impression of him is: fast, accurate, and ruthless.
I don't know who he is, I only know that he is very strong.
Because of his outstanding record, he could no longer hide when the number of enemies was significantly reduced.
But by this point, he no longer needed to hide.
The monsters retreated under the command of the resurrection cultists, but they did not completely retreat; they subtly formed an encirclement at the foot of the mountain...
After the meal, many of the boys had a lot of complaints about the taciturn sniper.
Because the beautiful girls in the Temple of the Holy Maiden all vied to give him small gifts such as "holy fruit bracelets," which symbolized their best wishes.
"What? It's like we didn't contribute anything?"
"Come on, are you even half as handsome as him?"
"Handsome? With that hat and mask, which eye of yours sees him as handsome?"
"Heh, isn't he more handsome than you just because he only showed half his face?"
"whispering sound--"
Wang Xuefeng was tired of hearing such backbiting, but he didn't say anything and just ignored it.
Two years ago, he would have been interested in making friends, but now he has more worries on his mind and most of the time he just wants to find a quiet place to stay.
This unsociable behavior resulted in him having no true friends.
A person who never engages in pointless conversation, a person who does everything flawlessly, is someone you can't find fault with, even if you want to.
"Huh? Why is my brother wearing two rings?"
The girl closest to him blinked and looked curiously at Wang Xuefeng's left hand.
On her ring finger and pinky finger, she was wearing a pair of rings that were clearly a pair of wedding rings.
It does seem strange, but that's the only illogical thing about him, and also the easiest opportunity to start a conversation.
"Are these couple rings? Are they for your sweetheart?" The other girls asked curiously as they gathered around.
"..."
Wang Xuefeng didn't want to deal with it, so he offered to go out and keep watch.
The crowd watched him leave, silently sighing as they held the small gifts they couldn't give away.
The crescent moon hangs high in the sky.
The cicadas chirping loudly at night in early summer is quite noisy, but Wang Xuefeng doesn't find it annoying.
Only at times like these can he relax a little.
However,
The next moment, an indescribable surge of energy sent shivers down his spine...
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"Cough cough cough!"
"What kind of hellhole is this?!"
Xiao He stared blankly at the basement that resembled a storage room.
"What's this……?"
"What hall?"
The broken box was only half intact. Although the full name was not visible, Xiao He immediately guessed that he was not in Flying Dragon City based on the style of the various "antiques" here.
Then he looked down at his school uniform and had a bad feeling about it.
What if it's some kind of evil force? Wouldn't this upright school uniform give away my "good guy" label?
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