On the afternoon of August 22, Yang Ye stepped out of the bottom of the aircraft suspension ladder and jumped down. From this moment on, he finally stepped on the wide street of Q City.

The noise of the downtown can't hide the looming blood on his body. Although Yang Ye had changed his new and clean clothes more than ten times in the past few days, before each new clothes, he had consumed a lot of soap and other cleaning supplies when taking a bath, but he couldn't wash away the faint smell of blood. His handsome face, with its cold and hard facial lines, was like the perfect work of a master craftsman, outlining those eyes as they became brighter and sharper.

In just six days, Yang Ye traveled to more than 100 regions around the smoke-free city and near Z City. During this period, he registered his marriage with Ye Huan, purchased a department store in the center of Z, and went through the enrollment procedures for Ye Jihuan in the urban area.

He killed another twenty-nine people, plus the fourteen people he had slaughtered earlier, Yang Ye thought that the number of kills he had killed in the real world had reached forty-three.

Whether this number is amazing or not, he has no idea at all, seven days ago, Yang Ye had never thought that he would really kill someone with his own hands on the way to Z City again.

Yang Ye did not feel that he was a murderous person, and before and after the killing, he neither felt scared, nor did he have any psychological shadows. In his logic, killing is only out of necessity, and he is neither arrogant nor avoidable.

Of course, normal eating and eating is also an unavoidable practical need, but there are some differences between the two after all, at least Yang Ye has written down this number, and when he eats, he will not count how many grains of rice there are.

When he got into a long-distance taxi car, Yang Ye thought that he was already a person with a wife, Ye Huan's quiet and serene voice and gentle smile appeared leisurely, and he couldn't help but feel a warmth in his heart.

"Boss, where are you going?" The middle-aged driver, who was in his fifties, stared at the rearview mirror with cautious eyes, and raised the wire mesh window in front of the back seat, and he smelled a faint smell that made him uncomfortable. At his age, he had attended nearly 100 funerals, and when the body was carried into the stretcher, he suddenly recalled a similar smell.

"City C, south of the city." Yang Ye replied.

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Where the War King's Palace is located, there is no way to find Ai Fei'er.

He Fangjing learned from the last conversation that Ai Fei'er's soul clone had dissipated soon after her awakening, and if what the Soul Seeker said was true, then only by retrieving the Phantom Flower and awakening her body by the Soul Seeker could she see her again.

Other generous rewards are not enough, but the difficulty of this task has been confirmed from the side. The reward of bringing their own teleportation array and crossing the boundaries of the main city for free made the two of them have some logical analysis and judgment.

What does it mean if this quest isn't unique, or if another quest has a similar reward?

What the player forces want is nothing more than to occupy the territory of the main city jurisdiction, build a fortress city to attract merchants and investors, and the expected return comes from the normal consumption of large-scale players' game life. A large player base is a strong guarantee of profit expectations.

And the cross-city war that directly refers to the hostile main city, at the moment the player is about to break through the seventy level, but before breaking through the eighty heaven-level boundary, this may be quite a long player game process, the cross-city battle is difficult to act on a large scale, for no other reason, the teleportation cost is too high. The teleportation of the two adjacent main cities costs more than fifteen gold coins.

Loulan City and Sky City are close to each other, assuming that the Message Flower decides to support 10,000 second-turn players of the Dragon Slayer Knife and participate in the battle for the fortress in the main city of the Firmament, the teleportation cost alone will be more than 150,000 gold coins. If you cross multiple main cities, the cost will increase many times, which also invisibly restricts the cross-city support battle, so that the battle takes place on a small scale.

If tasks like rewarding the self-contained teleportation array become the norm and obtain such skills for most players to a large extent, then it will not only save the player's cross-city expenses, but also have a more far-reaching significance in terms of the breadth of the player's exploration of the magic path, and the handover range and communication density of the multi-main city players bounded by the main city where they were born.

The last time Xiao Fan met Ai Fei'er on the way, he had already hung up out of the Battle King's Palace, and his understanding of the following situation depended on He Fangjing's retelling.

He Fangjing was from Ai Fei'er and obtained a clear picture of the scenery of the War King's Palace. Of course, although this set spans a thousand years, the orientation will not change, because during the Millennium War, the war king Orren has been seriously injured and fell into a deep sleep, and in the confrontation with the protoss swordsmen, the warriors of the War King's Palace have died out.

In the team sharing started by He Fangjing, Xiao Fan took the lead according to the map, and quickly walked past the place where he last encountered Ai Fei'er. The wide corridor and laneway were crammed and narrow by the piles of collapsed stones and plaster everywhere, and the two of them walked forward one after the other, arm in arm.

"Just in that big corner in front, there are a lot of sword souls in ambush, this monster has a strong sense of perception, I was a dozen yards away, they flew out to besiege me." He Fangjing smiled self-deprecatingly, "I'll be ...... all of a sudden"

"Didn't dodge?" Xiao Fan asked knowingly.

"Can't hide." He Fangjing shook his head and said, "It's really too fast, and there are too many of them!" The skill casting of the Nature's Messenger is too slow in comparison, and it is completely too late. ”

"Now you know my benefits, right?" Xiao Fan smiled and raised her right hand to her lips and kissed it, "When you get to that corner, you step back, and I'll go up and resist it." He said with some uncertainty: "It should be able to withstand it, right?" ”

"It doesn't matter if you can't stand it, there is no limit to this task, it's a big deal to practice hard and come back." He Fangjing said with a smile.

"Xiaojing, you're very discouraged." Xiao Fan said with high morale: "Confidence! Belief matters! ”

He Fangjing smiled and stopped talking.

The corridor was extremely long and narrow, and with the broken mud and rubble, it took more than 20 minutes to reach the corner of the corridor.

Xiao Fan stopped, looked at He Fangjing and asked, "Are you ready?" Turn around and step back this way, farther away to support me. He let go of her hand as he spoke, pointing to the deep corridor at the other end of the corner.

He Fangjing hummed, and the crisp "um" sound hit the walls on both sides, turning into a sound like a sigh, and swirling leisurely in the depths of the dark corridor.

Xiao Fan turned around in an instant, and strode out to the right of the corridor behind the corner. The houses on both sides of the corridor are well preserved and do not show signs of widespread collapse, but the ground is dusty to a foot and a half thick.

Bite!

The Tianfeng Sword shot down a sword soul, and then a dense sword soul flew out, but the sound of ding ding was endless, and the sword souls were knocked away by the Tianfeng Sword one after another.

Xiao Fan only then understood what kind of magnitude He Fangjing said "too many", there were thousands of sword souls here!

The sword soul was not the sandbar poison fly that he had killed bravely, but a level fifty-nine special monster, and it was chasing in mid-air, if it fit the beat of some kind of strange rhythm flowing. In less than a minute, the sword souls flying in mid-air formed a ring, attacking Xiao Fan from four directions one after another.

(End of chapter)