Chapter 195: Surrender, Transmigrator Alliance, Human Emperor Ma Jia

The home truths spoken by "Zhang Juzheng" were too heart-wrenching, instantly leaving the indignant Sha Tiao Aige silent and broken.

The "Derivative Type-Moon Worldview" where Ai Ai Aotian resided, the "Root Vortex" she relied upon, and even her very life, were all mass-produced assembly-line crafts from the "Evolution Paradise."

Never mind a mere mass-produced connector of the "Root Vortex," even the entire "Derivative Type-Moon Worldview" was nothing more than a "special dungeon" prepared by the Paradise for its players.

A sudden silence enveloped the group; everyone looked at the antlers with unease, no one daring to speak. Although Bran did not understand why the others were terrified, he could sense their fear.

Mentioning this, the Zhao woman, who had just shown a glimmer of life on her face, sank back into silence in the blink of an eye. She sat back down by the edge of the kang, staring blankly at her husband, not uttering a sound for a long while.

Ziliang was quite clear about Zhu Sha's personality; those who could make the extremely cold and arrogant Zhu Sha look them in the eye could likely be counted on one hand. Moreover, Ziliang knew even more clearly that he himself had not yet reached the qualifications for that step.

Several people sat around a campfire, their faces filled with curiosity, not a hint of sleepiness among them.

Mo Zhuoyu had long since made preparations. When the array broke, she immediately flew away from the spot at high speed, dodging the attack that followed.

The two guards exchanged a glance; one of them took the token, gripped it, and turned to walk inside.

However, its offensive capability was very strong. If he guessed correctly, the Guluo Empire possessed a large number of elite soldiers.

Unexpectedly, seeing that Mo Zhuoyu still had not returned, Yun Zhu seemed even angrier. Raising his sword toward Mo Zhuoyu, he said with a broken heart, "Since you have changed your heart, then don't blame me for not remembering our old friendship."

"Hahaha, I'm teasing you!" With this joke from Louis, the atmosphere seemed to ease somewhat.

Mo Zhuoyu had been worried about someone assassinating her, but now she finally breathed a sigh of relief. As an elder's disciple, regardless of the opponent's motive, they should carefully weigh their options before making another move.

The recipe for making Immortal Powder had now spread everywhere. To eradicate it from the source, one would have to list several common medicinal herbs as contraband—but this option met with strong opposition from the Imperial Physician's Office, so it died in the cradle before any discussion of its feasibility could even begin.

Song Lin Lin Qingqing had never seen Tang Li Jingyun like this. He was no longer that cold and elegant man; it was as if he were possessed, completely insane.

Yet at this moment, this fellow Lin Yun seemed to be at odds with the two of them, actually adopting an attitude of "I won't leave until I get the item."

"Retreat!" Tong Zhan shouted, and the group retreated rapidly, leaving only the four people, including the two elders, in the front.

"Master, did you and Huo Feng go to White City ten years ago? Was it you who saved your disciple?" Whenever there was a doubt, she had to ask clearly; this was Bai Bing's consistent style.

However, if it really had something to do with Yuying Yi, shouldn't Baishi Dao have gone to the Shadow Society's headquarters—Kyoto? For example, to ask Yuying Yi's family for help... although Yuying Yi's family would likely choose to refuse nine times out of ten.

It must be said that Xue Xue Zimo was very good at adjusting her mindset. This reflection allowed Xue Xue Zimo to regain her composure. Just as she was about to speak, she saw Gao Qi walking over from behind, and Xue Xue Zimo's eyes instantly brimmed with tears.

But Ping'er still had Sun Shaozong to compare with, naturally feeling even more that this Jia Lian was utterly useless. Therefore, moved by the moment, she resolutely made such a promise.

Normal people would, of course, not seek their own death, but who would have thought that this game not only contained shitty quests that led players astray, bewitched them with chaos, and then left them penniless, but that it actually targeted tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of players?

After eating it, you will feel that no other cake can compare to it; this is—cotton cake.