Quick Wear: The Crazy Host is the Paranoid's Treasure

It's a man standing on a high platform.

He is good-looking, tall and straight, and has a good aura.

He joked, "Sister Ling'er, you are not attracted to him, are you? Well... he is indeed good-looking. Why don't you ask the Lord if he can keep him as a pet for you."

"Shut up!" The woman called Sister Ling'er shouted angrily, "Didn't you notice that something was wrong with him?"

The young man was startled at first, then he shook his head when he heard her question: "What's the problem? He has been drawing with his hands since the beginning, but he didn't kill anyone."

Ling'er's eyes were cold: "According to the Lord's calculations, the people who appeared now were not in the Fusion Stage, but in the Mahayana Stage. I observed for a while, and the only problem is the man with the same expression. He is limiting the carrying capacity of the black hole!"

Otherwise, in half a quarter of an hour from now, the Lord will be able to come over there.

At this point, the young man straightened his face, and then he realized something was wrong. There was something wrong with what the man was drawing with his fingers!

"Everyone listen up! Go to..."

“This is our land!!!”

"Get out of our territory!!!"

Before he finished his order, a roar of killing suddenly rang out from the other side.

The young man tilted his head to look and saw a large group of cultivators in the Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining stages.

In their eyes, these people are just ants that can be easily crushed to death, but too many ants will also be a trouble!

He just glanced at it and then continued to give orders: "Target attack the one standing..."

"Get out!!! Get out of our home!!!"

The young man looked back impatiently and then paused.

Ji Bai looked at the person who appeared through the screen and paused slightly.

The number of people who came last was more than those in the Jindan stage, and also more than those in the foundation building stage and the Qi refining stage!

Because 90% of the people in this dimension are ordinary people.

They seem to be from another world, each living an ordinary life. They only mention things about the immortal world or the demon world when chatting, and never participate in wars related to spiritual energy.

But at this moment, they were holding hoes and shovels, kitchen knives and swords, without any fear of death, and rushed towards the center of the war angrily!

818 became even more anxious when he saw this scene: [What are they doing here! If even a ray of killing power touches them, they will die! ! ]

Ji Bai's eyes trembled slightly.

The fact was just as 818 said, no matter how many people they came, they died after entering the battlefield, but with ten thousand to one, even if they were buried, they would still kill a low-level Nascent Soul stage cultivator.

As time went on, even old men in their sixties and seventies and children of seven or eight years old joined the war.

They shouted to defend their homes and roared to kill the enemies. They poured in group after group. Even though they had no spiritual power at all, they were not afraid of such a powerful enemy.

818 choked up: [Boss, there are... there are many people from far away places rushing here as well. ]

Ji Bai paused for a moment on those people, then shifted his gaze to look at the other screen that 818 had called up.

In the picture, common people, carrying their handy tools, are marching in a long line towards the black hole. Next to them is the imperial palace troops riding at full speed. They have grim expressions and exude a heroic aura that will never return.

Someone came on horseback to report the battle situation ahead.

Without exception, all those who went were killed.

But they still didn't stop.

Ji Bai: [Teleport here. ]

818 sniffed, his eyes narrowed to a slit from crying, and he tried hard to keep his eyes open to identify which one was the teleportation card in the mall.

After finding it, it only took them half a breath to arrive above the crowd that was queuing and moving forward.

Ji Bai floated in the air, silently looking at the people below for a while, and then slowly said: "The road ahead is a dead end."

Everyone stopped and looked up at the same time, but saw nothing.

"Is it a god?"

Someone asked the question, and the crowd suddenly became noisy, with a large number of people kneeling down.

"God, please show up and save our home!!"

Ji Bai looked at the people below with a calm expression. His long eyelashes hid the emotions in his eyes, and it was impossible to guess what he was thinking.

Someone in the crowd answered his question: "We all know that the road ahead is a dead end, but this is our home, a place we will defend until our death. No one can invade it unless we no longer exist on this land."

Ji Bai: "The difference in strength is huge. You will all die."

The people in the crowd were not panicked by this sentence, but looked calm: "Yes, we will all die, but Lord God, do you know? My wife is pregnant again."

Ji Bai paused slightly, and moved his thin lips slightly.

Those who had not received an answer for a long time were worried that they would be late, so a large group of people stood up and walked towards the black hole again.

This time, they are still determined to sacrifice their lives.

Ji Bai looked at them, his mind felt a little empty, yet it seemed to be full of things. For a moment he didn't know which line of thought to follow.

There's something strange about the heart and the consciousness.

It seemed as if many things were beyond his expectations and out of his reach. It could even be said that everything that was happening now was subverting his consciousness.

In his mind, their fear of death and fleeing from the disaster was what was supposed to happen. But now everyone in the world, whether they had spiritual powers or not, was telling him that no, it was not like that.

They are not afraid of death, they are willing to give everything to protect their homes, even their lives.

They will not flee.

Ji Bai shifted his gaze towards the black hole, a dark light flickered in his eyes, and he unconsciously repeated the words of the man before him: "Protect our homeland..."

Faintly, he heard an intimate and low voice: "Wife, this is patriotism. When the country is in danger, those who are not afraid of death and dare to stand up have patriotism."

The voice belonged to Henry Chu, and it seemed as if the voice was biting his ear.

He raised his hand to rub his ears, and faintly heard his own cold and firm response: "No such person exists."

Henry Chu’s voice was gentle, but also firm: “Yes, there must be.”

When did this conversation take place? He has no memory of it at all.

A deep male voice, as if pouring into my ear, gradually became clear: "Wife, you will meet her."

Ji Bai lowered his eyes, and after a long while he spoke: [Go to Jinlin Terrace.]