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Chapter 50 The production team's own NPC
"Aww! Master, I have been waiting for many years, and you finally returned to the game!" Xue Kunpeng cried out excitedly, flapping his wings fiercely, and a tornado blew up.

Originally, the snow mountain had already been avalanche, and the torrent of snow was blown into the distance, making it vulnerable to a single blow.

Xue Kunpeng stretched out his paws towards Feng Xianning, as if to show him something.

Under its paws was the corpse of a monster, which was also at the BOSS level.

Xue Kunpeng carefully pushed the corpse to Feng Xianning's side, cute and cute, restrained his wings, and looked at him eagerly.

Feng Xianning had a cold face, "Who is the master of a weak chicken like you."

Xue Kunpeng couldn't believe it, and yelled twice, the sound was very inconsistent with its terrifying size and attack power.

If looks are the offense, then the voice is the victim.

The contrast is very obvious.

"Master, don't be angry, I will work hard to upgrade to SS rank."

The creatures or mutants in the "Dawn" game, the highest level is S-level and extremely rare, the ability is enough to destroy the planet.

If it is upgraded to SS level, one can imagine how big waves the entire game will cause.

It bowed its head flatteringly, and pushed the corpse again, wishing to push it directly to Feng Xianning's face.

"Keep it for yourself. I don't like this kind of junk." He said coldly.

This is the corpse of a rare S-level creature in Snow Mountain, almost the same level as Xue Kunpeng.

In his mouth, it was just a rag, which also indirectly explained that the way he looked at Xue Kunpeng...was almost like looking at a flying garbage.

If it weren't for the rubbish that can be used for transportation, he reckoned that he would ignore it.

Xue Kunpeng could understand human words, and immediately felt hurt.

It shook its head desperately and flapped its wings to express its inner feelings.

I don't listen I don't listen I don't listen!
Feng Xianning turned around and left, not bothering to pay attention to this stupid Kunpeng.

Xue Kunpeng was so excited that he hurried to catch up, but after thinking about it, he quickly turned back, took the corpse with him, and rushed over.

With a loud noise, Xue Kunpeng braked with his prostate, and fell directly beside Feng Xianning, cooing.

"Just go, just go."

"Don't be angry~~~"

Xue Kunpeng's flattering posture almost buried his head in the snow.

Feng Xianning stepped on its head and walked up to Xue Kunpeng's back, like a big boss enthroned.

As for Xue Kunpeng, he was just a flattering little eunuch.

The little eunuch finally raised his head, carried the big guy on top of him, raised his head to the sky and let out a long roar, spread his wings and flew into the sky.

……

At this time, the koi have already demolished most of the stilt bird's nest.

Generally speaking, players will know how to protect the ecology and leave one or two lairs for monsters to refresh.

In this way, when you come back next time, you can continue to harvest a wave.

But this is a dungeon, and the stilt bird doesn't have to worry about refreshing. It is favored by the production team alone, and it will be reborn even if it is dismantled.

So she smiled and dismantled all the stilt bird's nests.

The obtained materials include a lot of stilt bird feathers.

A dozen eggs of stilt birds.

Level [-] building materials, all kinds, etc...

what.

In short, it was rich overnight.

Koi became a little rich woman, touching her backpack and smiling contentedly.

At this time, the battle situation in the distance has entered a white-hot stage.

The stilt bird performed a gang attack on the guardian NPC.

The guardian NPC has turned on the slaughter mode for the stilt bird.

A blood.

Double kill.

Three kills.

Destroy the group!

Relying on the fact that he is the real son of the production team after all, the guardian NPC killed a bloody path in front of the youngest sons of the stilt birds.

The black windbreaker on his body was almost stained blood red.

Among the corpses of the stilt bird, he slowly straightened up.

Suddenly there was a gust of wind in the desert, and there seemed to be birdsong in the sky.

His windbreaker flapped, looked at the koi, and roared, "You traitor, die!"

He raised his hand, and the ball of light was crazily accumulating!
(End of this chapter)