The unparalleled power leaked out in an instant, violently crushing the entire Happy Community into ruins.
The ghosts in the dark night died in an instant before they even had time to cry out.
The sound of the building collapsing behind him was endless, and the sky collapsed, like the end of the world.
The shock wave caused by the explosion burst out in circles, hitting from behind. Yan Qirui immediately rushed towards Lingchan, protecting her firmly under him.
Broken steel bars, collapsed walls, and scattered bricks and tiles rolled down the frame. Yan Qirui frowned, and cold sweat fell drop by drop, dampening Lingchan's black hair.
Large falling objects were blocked by him, and Lingchan lying under him was well protected by him, with only a few scratches on her fair skin.
Lingchan frowned and said quietly: "Why don't you fly?"
Where are your wings?
Yan Qirui whispered: "I don't know... I borrowed the wings, but now I don't know why I can't find that person."
"He seemed...to disappear suddenly."
Lingchan: "..."
The collapse continues.
Yan Qirui let out a muffled groan from time to time, but tried not to show a painful expression.
He didn't want Lingchan to worry about him.
Yan Qirui opened his eyes and stared at the girl beneath him, hoping to draw strength from her body and relieve the pain in his body.
Ling Chan Bai shines, lying on the ground in the dust, but it does not look dirty and embarrassed at all, but has a kind of decadent beauty.
Her dark pupils were full of light and shadow, quiet and indifferent, and her eyes were illusory and dissociated.
It seems that he is... in a daze?
Yan Qirui felt a little aggrieved. He was in so much pain... Why couldn't he look at him? Why can't you comfort him?
What was she thinking?
…
Xingfu Community collapsed into ruins.
so poor. After the copy collapses, the reality collapses, and after the reality collapses, the city of horror collapses.
Yan Qirui used his last strength to roll over Ling Chan. He was very careful not to let the blood and ash on his body stain the beautiful girl.
Lingchan sat up and asked, "Can you still leave?"
After Lingchan decided to enter the dungeon, she notified Yan Qirui and asked him to wait for her under the balcony of her house before twelve o'clock.
The city lord's banquet was known as the player burial ground, and Lingchan couldn't dig out any clues from the audience in the live broadcast room.
She didn't know how long the dungeon would last, nor how fast time flowed in the Thriller City and the dungeon.
Lingchan only knew that the instance started at eight o'clock in the evening, which was only four hours before her skill ended.
If her skills have ended after she leaves the dungeon, it's really hard to say how White Rabbit waiting at home will treat her, a powerless master.
According to the skill description, after this skill ends, the hatred value of the target will be greatly increased.
She must find a helper.
Lingchan found Yan Qirui.
Although he is a newcomer with limited abilities, his character can be trusted.
Yan Qirui gasped and sat up. He asked strangely: "Won't that monster in your house chase you?"
Judging from the performance of Xingfu Community, even if they have eight legs, they can't outrun the white rabbit.
This strength is too scary.
Lingchan sighed and said, "I also contacted people from the Fortune Calendar Guild."
The Fortune Calendar Guild is Queen's guild. Queen gave her a private internal slogan, allowing her to directly serve as the vice-president of the guild and gain the trust of the core executives of the guild.
Now it seems that the queen has foreseen her own ending, and she is explaining her future affairs.
As soon as she released the copy, she contacted the vice president of the Fortune Calendar Guild, and the vice president said that he would bring someone to pick her up...
"Wow," Yan Qirui sighed dryly, "Is that the one that ranks first in the guild rankings? It's really amazing."
Lingchan sneered.
There is still no trace, and strangers are indeed unreliable.
This first place doesn’t feel right.
Yan Qirui blinked and asked in a strange way: "...Is the person you were thinking about just now the queen?"
The collapse of the building is finally over.
The loud rumbling sound stopped, and there was a deathly silence in her ears. Lingchan opened her eyes wide in confusion: "What did you just say? It was too quiet for me to hear clearly."
"..." Yan Qirui hesitated for a long time and murmured: "It's nothing."
He shouldn't have asked.
What is his identity and what is his position in asking such a question?
It sounded like he was dissatisfied and jealous... Of course he wasn't! He should see his position clearly and position himself well!
Just have a big boss’s lap and be happy! Think less about what you have and don’t have!
Lingchan turned a blind eye to his entangled thoughts and opened her system panel to contact the Fortune Calendar Guild.
...Her system panel cannot be opened.
She frowned seriously and looked at Yan Qirui, "Can your system panel be opened?"
Yan Qirui's hands were in the air for a long time, and he even opened his mouth and shouted: "Panel? Come out! Come out of the live broadcast room too!"
Empty and unresponsive.
Yan Qirui's face also looked ugly: "Nothing."
"Nothing can be called out. Not only the panel and live broadcast room, but also personal physical data, skills, shopping mall, and portable warehouse are all missing."
Yan Qirui touched his pants with a serious face and whispered: "I found a prop in school before. It is a small cake. Although it is a prop, it is edible and quite delicious."
"I just put it in my pocket to give it to you as a midnight snack, but now this little cake is gone too."
The props disappeared.
Ling Chan rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, "Do you know the way? We are going to the destiny guild's camp, which is over there in the old factory area."
Yan Qirui said: "I have a map."
This map is not a prop, but something he drew points and copied from other old players, and it has not disappeared.
At this time, Yan Qirui began to appreciate his poverty, because he had no props and could only use ordinary things as much as possible, so the odds and ends he saved were still there.
Yan Qirui had a very good sense of direction. Even though the Xingfu Community was in such a bad state, he could still recognize the road accurately and led Lingchan to the gate of the community.
Next to the gate of the community is the bus station.
Lingchan tried calling twice, but there was no response from the bus stop. She didn't even see the shadow of the bus.
The two sighed and looked at each other.
The old factory area is more than ten kilometers away from Xingfu Community. How can the two of them, who are disabled, pass through the city full of monsters at night and reach the Fortune Guild?
In the distance, four or five people came in large numbers. The man at the head waved his hand and said loudly: "Is this Miss Lingchan?"
Lingchan: "?"
The man with a bold face ran over with a smile, "I'm so sorry for being late!"
He explained with a guilty look on his face: "We originally ordered someone to pick you up after receiving your news. We used Lao Gui's teleportation prop. We originally arrived in the blink of an eye, but for some reason, the prop failed and we were thrown away. It’s halfway there!”
"Sure enough, there are no good products in the system mall!"
So tired, so tired, sleepy
(End of chapter)
