With such a massive creature appearing right before his eyes, Lin Yu wasn't blind; he saw it even without Huang Feirong shouting!
No matter how big the BOSS was, it was still just a monster.
As long as he emptied her health bar, they could still fight their way out.
With Lin Yu there, there was absolutely no need to worry about running out of bullets!
Rat-a-tat-tat...
Rat-a-tat-tat...
Another round of extreme, continuous rapid-fire shooting frantically struck the BOSS, Sister Hong.
The health bar above her head was emptying at a rate visible to the naked eye.
But what surprised Lin Yu was...
HP*999!
HP*998!
HP*997!
...
Lin Yu: "???"
What kind of god-tier health bar was this?
A thousand layers!
At this speed, wouldn't it take hours to grind down?
This BOSS was clearly not to be trifled with; she continued to stride forward with large steps while tanking the bullets.
Just as Lin Yu was feeling astonished, a sweeping kick resembling a giant pillar came crashing toward the two of them.
"Great God Tycoon, save me!"
Hearing Huang Feirong's scream, Lin Yu really couldn't just escape alone and leave her behind.
Huang Feirong was the owner of this dreamscape. If she collapsed, wouldn't the dream world be finished?
To survive, he had to carry this dead weight no matter how big she was!
"Follow me!"
Lin Yu grabbed Huang Feirong's hand and rapidly dodged toward an uninhabited area.
Fortunately, after Sister Hong ripped off the ceiling, the scene had become a wide-open flatland.
There were vast safe zones everywhere.
If they wanted to find a place to take a breather or use some healing items, it would be absolutely no problem.
Of course, Lin Yu, being a cheater, didn't need to heal.
On the contrary, Huang Feirong looked...
A bit hyper?
Lin Yu: "???"
Her grin was practically stretching to the back of her head!
What was the situation?
Weren't the two of them being chased down?
Was it that funny!
"Rongrong, you haven't been beaten by Sister Hong into a... stress response, have you?"
"Could you stop laughing like that? You're laughing so much, I'm getting a little creeped out!"
Huang Feirong looked at the vast open terrain ahead and said excitedly to Lin Yu:
"Da Yu, you'd better follow me!"
Lin Yu: "Huh?"
Before Lin Yu could react, Huang Feirong ran to the front.
Pulling Lin Yu's hand, she sprinted forward at high speed.
In her eyes, the broken walls and ruins seemed like a parkour course.
She effortlessly leaped over obstacle after obstacle, causing Lin Yu's eyes to widen.
Huh?
Miss Defender!
When you came to defuse the bomb earlier, I didn't see you having this kind of agility!
Are you kidding me!
With such complex terrain, even with Lin Yu's reaction speed, he had to follow extremely carefully.
If his mind wandered even slightly, he'd bang his knees!
How could the Queen of Dirty Jokes be this agile?
"Rongrong, slow down, I can't see the BOSS behind us anymore..."
"My legs hurt, they really hurt!"
"I'm not joking with you!"
"Rongrong? At least tell me, where are we running to?"
"..."
Following behind, Lin Yu was truly powerless to complain about Huang Feirong's actions.
He could only keep dragging his feet to slow down the pace.
It wasn't like he couldn't beat the BOSS; there was absolutely no need to run like this!
After running for half the day, wouldn't they still have to face her head-on eventually?
Hearing Lin Yu's words, Huang Feirong stopped briefly and looked back.
"Beautiful! We shook her off. Da Yu, we won!"
"Thanks to my perfect operation, we survived the hands of a powerful enemy!"
Huang Feirong patted Lin Yu's shoulder excitedly.
It was as if she had just survived a disaster.
Lin Yu: "???"
"This..."
"We won just like that?"
Lin Yu looked at Huang Feirong in disbelief.
Huang Feirong shrugged her shoulders and said:
"Otherwise?"
Lin Yu spread his hands and raised his voice:
"Huh? We didn't need to fight? We could win purely by running!"
"If there was such a rule, why didn't you say so earlier?"
"Then what was that 'rat-a-tat-tat' barrage I just did for?"
Huang Feirong blinked her eyes with an innocent look and said:
"Oh, I thought you knew that running was enough."
Lin Yu: "..."
How could he possibly know!
Only the Queen of Dirty Jokes could come up with such a bizarre setting!
Huang Feirong continued:
"Da Yu, if you're this angry..."
"Does that mean you don't need the victor's settlement reward that comes next?"
Lin Yu froze in place.
His angry expression gradually changed.
"This... how can we skip the owed benefits?"
How could Lin Yu forget why he entered the dream!
Anger was one thing.
But when it was time to enjoy, one must enjoy.
Huang Feirong poked Lin Yu's chest with her finger:
"Yo yo yo yo~"
"And here I thought you were an angry tough guy!"
"Hehehe, sure enough, you can't resist, can you?"
"The room is just ahead~"
Lin Yu looked in the direction Huang Feirong was pointing.
A glittering golden house actually appeared ahead!
He swore.
When they ran over just now, there was nothing there.
"Then we..."
Before Lin Yu could finish speaking, Huang Feirong beside him took off her helmet, and her fluffy hair "poofed" out.
She looked quite mischievous.
Looking at her like this, the Queen of Dirty Jokes was truly somewhat devastatingly gorgeous.
Immediately following that.
"Click, click click..."
Huang Feirong quickly operated on her body, taking off the entire Defender outfit.
The beige bodysuit perfectly outlined her figure.
Huang Feirong glanced at Lin Yu and teased with a smile:
"Da Yu, what are you still standing there in a daze for?"
"At a time like this, are you still going to be fake polite with me?"
"That's not like your style at all, no!"
"Tsk tsk tsk tsk..."
Huang Feirong unleashed a barrage of sass at Lin Yu, making him feel almost embarrassed.
Indeed.
There was no one else in the dream world, and no one else would know.
Here, there was absolutely no need to pretend to be a gentleman.
Who was he pretending for?
Was someone going to give him an award?
Lin Yu threw aside the Gatling gun in his hands and, mimicking Huang Feirong's movements, began to rapidly strip off the bulky equipment on his body.
Since he was going to unload his armor, he might as well do it thoroughly.
Lest...
By the time Lin Yu came back to his senses, Huang Feirong beside him had already vanished.
The door to the house not far away was already open.
At the doorway, a slender arm extended out, beckoning to Lin Yu with a finger.
"Da Yu! If you're any later, I'm closing the door!"
"Hurry up and come over..."
Lin Yu couldn't help but laugh.
Okay, okay, okay.
The Queen of Dirty Jokes really knew how to play!
She really knew how to set the mood!
Lin Yu swung his Gatling gun around, striding forward with large steps.
To avoid some strange thing suddenly bursting out to interrupt the victor's settlement time, Lin Yu was still knocking around everywhere, afraid that some accident might occur.
He had suffered quite a bit in his previous dream entries, and now he had thoroughly learned his lesson.
He absolutely could not let similar things happen again!
Fortunately, fortunately.
This time, the dream world of the Queen of Dirty Jokes was peaceful and serene.
There were no signs of danger whatsoever.
Filled with anticipation, Lin Yu followed the guidance of the golden light and walked toward the house...
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
