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Chapter 653 Who Says There Is No Great Emperor?

"My goodness, that's really typical!"

Listening to the conversations of passers-by, Feng Xue could basically determine that this was the main storyline, but why was the surname Su again?
It has to be said that Feng Xue is now a little allergic to the surname Su. Although he has not encountered it many times, he feels a little uneasy when he thinks of the pirated female ghost in the last simulation.

How should I put it? It's not a sense of crisis, but when you see someone who looks very similar to someone you know, has a similar temperament, but has subtle differences, standing in front of you, there will be some kind of pseudo-human effect.

"But we can't conclude that it is the eldest daughter of the Su family. After all, the Heshuo Su family has been a famous family in Wangjiang since ancient times. It is normal for their existence to be reflected in the dreamland."

Feng Xue muttered a few words in his mind and stopped thinking about it. After all, if that woman Su Zhiwei could really own a city on the surface of the Dreamland that was five times the size of his Baiyujing, even if it was only half a city, she would not have needed to seek shelter from him in the last simulation.

But this time, no options popped up. As the chat between those people ended, Feng Xue returned to the large map interface.

"That's all? Chao!" Seeing that not even a prompt popped up, Feng Xue's face darkened. At the same time, he also realized the degree of "simulation" of this exploration.

You really have to do something to generate the corresponding value. If you just order a hero meal in a store or listen to some rumors, it will not improve your reputation or make the city prosperous.

"It seems that I need to add drama to myself... For example, when those people were chatting before, I should have taken out an erhu out of thin air, snorted coldly, and performed a scene where a sword is hidden in the erhu, and the sword makes erhu sounds, and I cut seven cups with one sword. Then, if someone asks me my name, I will turn my back and say something like 'There is a white jade capital in the sky, twelve towers and five cities, an immortal touches my head, and I will receive eternal life after I get married'. Only in this way can I make a name for myself."

At this moment, Feng Xue finally understood the words that he had often heard in his previous life -

"When you go out, you give yourself your identity."

Taking a look at the map, Feng Xue saw the upper reaches of the Jinshui River which had been "stepped" on by his chess piece. He discovered that although there were two squares at this position, the chess piece did not need to consume more action points to click on all of them. Whether clicking on the original place or the square next to it, the consumption and options were the same.

"It seems that the number of city grids is linked to prosperity, but not to the number of steps and consumption?"

Feng Xue understood, but he did not move directly towards Wangjiang City, nor did he choose to take a boat. Instead, he turned back and clicked on Baiyujing. As expected, the same prompt popped up as before -

[Do you want to spend a little action to visit [Bai Yu Jing]? ]

【Yes! 】

The command was given, and the feeling of falling asleep arose immediately. He appeared in the quaint town again. Compared with the previous state, the town seemed to have a little more popularity. Before Feng Xue could investigate further, he heard a rather sharp voice -

"I sang and the kids performed well, so you guys shouldn't let us work in vain, right?"

Feng Xue frowned and looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a beggar with a clapperboard in his hand and a short stick on his waist reaching out to stop a man who looked like a social animal. After a slight sense, he realized that it was indeed the spiritual projection of a fan.

Feng Xue would not tolerate him, he took a step forward, his long sword was already unsheathed, with a flash of sword light, the man's head was cut in two, and at the same time he shook his aura, shaking off the blood, turned around and picked up the child who followed the evil beggar to perform, and started to treat him as before, and at the same time he did not forget to say to the frightened passers-by:

“How many beggars have entered the city?”

"Ah, Lord City Lord!" Only at this moment did the passerby finally recover from his shock and immediately said:

"This group of evil beggars came into the city this morning. There are about a dozen of them, and they brought a lot of disabled children with them. They asked for money from everyone they saw, and beat them if they didn't give..."

At this point, the passerby paused. Under Feng Xue's sharp gaze and encouraging momentum, he quickly got to the point:
"Those beggars occupied the restaurants in the city, and this one is out to extort money!" "Lead the way!" Feng Xue nodded, put down the cured children, and waved to the sight in a low house on the side of the road:

"Take these children to a nearby tavern and have the storytellers take them with them. Tell them what I said. Also, have someone keep an eye on them and report any beggars they find immediately!"

"Yes!"

There was a sound in the room, and then a woman in ancient costume came out. However, from the way she walked, Feng Xue knew that this might not be Lan Meng's idol...

"I just don't know if it's a natural product, a reverberation, or just some unlucky guy who lost his cow."

Feng Xue muttered to himself, but did not care. After all, the current Dreamland was just a projection. The relationship between these city residents and the remnant souls in the Dreamland was basically equivalent to the difference between two game accounts of the same player that did not belong to the same game.

"I just don't know how these residents are refreshed. If it is based on prosperity, will the residents die if the prosperity drops? If not, will new residents appear when the prosperity drops and then rises again?"

With the mentality of a player, Feng Xue had some random thoughts about increasing the population in his mind, and before he knew it, he had followed the passerby to a restaurant near the city.

As soon as he arrived at the door, Feng Xue heard the noise coming from the building. He frowned slightly and walked into the restaurant without saying anything. When he looked up, he saw a group of ragged beggars wantonly wasting food on the second-floor seats, while a group of disabled children who could not bear to look at them were crouching beside the table, fighting for the leftovers deliberately thrown away by the beggars.

"Buzz!"

The terrifying pressure exploded in an instant, and the air pressure in the entire restaurant became extremely low. Although they had bad characters, these beggars were after all people of the world. They stopped having fun at the first moment, drew their weapons, and shouted words like "Who are you?", but the attack had already been launched.

"It's actually the Lotus Falling Formation. This formation is the signature skill of the Beggars' Sect. There are at least three people in a group, and at most hundreds or thousands of people. The stick technique is just the appearance, but the core lies in the confusing sound attack mixed in with the words!"

Suddenly, a passerby jumped out from nowhere and began to explain. However, until he finished speaking, Feng Xue realized that only a moment had passed.

“Is this the Passerby Emperor?”

Feng Xue thought to himself, and directly swung out a phantom collapse with his hand.

Don't think it's an exaggeration, but the so-called mind-confusing technique of the Lotus Falling Formation of the dozen people is not even as powerful as the san value that Feng Xue lost when he sang [Elegy for the Crown of Tears]. To ordinary people, it only took a flash of lightning for more than ten blood fountains to spray into the air.

"Such a strong momentum, such a fast sword, the sword of the Lord of Baiyujing has reached its extreme speed. In the face of such a strong killing intent, who else in the world can stop it! Who else in the world can take this sword!"

As the passerby emperor's almost time-stopping blows, the screen also paused at this moment, but to Feng Xue's surprise, the settlement screen did not appear, because...

This thing seems to be stuck on another dialog box -

[Do you want to customize the move name? ]

"..." Feng Xue looked at the dialog box that suddenly popped up from the collection column and fell silent for a moment...

(End of this chapter)