The hustle and bustle of the pear orchard seemed like another world, while the residential area below was completely silent, as if it were submerged in the deep sea.
“This is it.” Little Radish knelt on the edge of the butterfly’s back, poked his head out, and looked down.
Li Qianxia knelt on her back as if overlapping her, and looked down as well.
"What if there's an ambush?" she asked.
"An ambush is a given." Li Changzhou stood up and spread his hands. "Little Radish, where is the least dangerous place?"
bidige.
“Hmm—, there!” Little Radish pointed to a two-story building in 1928. Ordinary people wouldn’t threaten her; only players would.
A blood-red steel gun emerged from the backpack shared by the brother and sister and appeared in Li Changzhou's hand.
He leaped off the butterfly.
The dark clouds just cleared up, and on May 1, 1928, the eleventh day of the lunar calendar, the moon shone brightly. Four days later, it would be the full moon.
Lightning flashed and thunder roared, and the purple dragon roared in fury.
Li Changzhou's body was like a divine bow drawn back, and his blood-red steel spear was like an arrow nocked on a bowstring.
Boom!
The purple dragon slashed into his spine, unleashing its potential, transforming into a torrent of power like a raging ocean, before exploding in his right arm.
Throw.
Peng!
A sudden sonic boom!
Under immense pressure, the air becomes viscous, almost solidifying. As the steel gun points, walls of air are torn apart, turning into streams of air that wrap around the gun.
The sound barrier is like a roaring, angry dragon, carrying with it terrifying, invisible shockwaves.
boom!
The two-story residential building exploded instantly, breaking into pieces, and dust and blast waves rose up.
The surrounding houses and dwellings, amidst the debris and waves of earth, trembled and swayed as if struck by a typhoon, appearing extremely vulnerable.
Using the recoil, Li Changzhou returned to the butterfly.
"Is there still a threat?" he asked.
"No, that's all." Little Radish shook his head blankly.
In the darkness, several figures flashed out quickly, and Chunhuang soared into the sky, arriving in front of the four.
"What are you doing? Didn't we agree to cooperate?" she demanded.
"A blood oath must involve blood, right?" Li Changzhou laughed nonchalantly.
The Emperor's cold expression suddenly changed, as if ice and snow were thawing: "Fine, one or two subordinates. Out with the old, in with the new. But you've attracted attention, and we'll have to move again."
"Isn't this great?" Yang Qinglan smiled. "It just so happens that I don't like places with too many people."
"Where to?" the Spring Emperor asked.
Yang Qinglan thought for a moment: "The forest outside the city?"
Li Qianxia thought she was very clever. Little Radish had just learned the Wooden Man Technique and went outside the city, and could even restrict the opponent's flight.
“Alright, let’s go to the sea at the dock,” said Chunhuang.
Cunning! They didn't fall for it and even went to restrict their movements at sea! Shameless! — This was Li Qianxia's assessment of the Spring Emperor.
"No," Yang Qinglan refused.
They have Siamese fighting fish with oxygen bubbles, so they're not afraid of falling into the sea, but there's no reason for them to go to terrain that's unfavorable to them.
"Come or don't come, it's up to you." Spring Emperor chuckled and flew towards the dock. "I'll be waiting for you at the dock."
On the ground, the figures picked up the player ID cards that had been killed by steel guns and quickly dispersed, not following them to the dock.
"What should we do?" Li Qianxia asked.
“Let’s go take a look. I’m quite curious to know what she’s planning to collaborate on,” Li Changzhou said.
Yang Qinglan used thorns to push the steel gun out of the ground, and then used a repulsive force to make it fall freely onto the butterfly.
The butterfly hadn't flown far when Steel Gun "chased" after it, but Li Qianxia grabbed it and put it back in her backpack—the three of them plus Little Radish meant the butterfly's flight load was almost at its limit, so reducing it as much as possible was fine.
The dock is located east of Songcheng.
The world-class port of the future is now filled with fishing boats, where fishermen have lived for generations.
Born on a ship, raised on a ship, eating, drinking, drying clothes, even relieving oneself on a ship.
Passing by the workers' dormitory that was about to start construction, we entered the dock area. It was May, and the weather should have been warm and breezy, but the dock was bitterly cold. The fishermen and workers on the fishing boats were wrapped in thick clothes, as if they were braving the winter.
This is all due to the sudden freezing of the sea this year, which has even caused the ocean to freeze over.
They flew another hundred or two meters into the depths of the sea and saw the Spring Emperor again.
"See that? That's my target." She raised her hand, her slender fingers pointing to the frozen sea.
"Protect the basket starfish, or kill it?" Yang Qinglan asked.
"It seems you've also brought animal players into the team, expanding your intelligence sources."
So that's how it is. This "Spring Emperor" is definitely a "veteran player" and has already summarized some experience.
"More specifically, my target is the Vulcan Hall Master who is defeating Starfish Basket; I want the 'Divine Fire Diagram' on him," Chunhuang explained.
"Visualization method?"
The Spring Emperor didn't answer, but frowned and asked Yang Qinglan, "Why is it always you who speaks? I want to hear a handsome man's voice. Li Changzhou is the most handsome man I've ever seen, and his voice is the most pleasant too."
"Family rules," Yang Qinglan replied casually.
Li Qianxia hid her face behind Li Changzhou and chuckled twice.
Li Changzhou remained expressionless... Well, he was still wearing the attribute mask, so you could only see his eyes, so you should say his eyes remained expressionless.
"Family rules?" Emperor Chun was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and said, "Brother Changzhou, do you want to be with me? Once you win the heart and body of the favored concubine, you can become king and gain the instinct of a king."
"Is there a king in the world who must gain the approval of his concubines to become king?" Yang Qinglan asked sarcastically.
"Hmph!" Chunhuang disdained to pay attention to the woman. "You have all heard Old Huang's money-making lectures, so you should know that breaking through the boundary is birth. Using this terminology, the visualization method is like a baby's milk."
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