When the beauty of cultivation enters the infinite live broadcast

Looking at the complaint letter on the screen, 003 took a deep breath.

"grass!"

The surrounding systems were startled. This was the first time they saw 003 swear.

003's expression now looked as if he was about to kill someone with a knife. Although the other systems were curious, they didn't dare to step forward and ask.

After a while, the sound of keyboard typing became increasingly rapid, and 003 sent a long string of greetings to the designer of the "Rich Man" copy.

003: Explain, please. The dungeon classification and dungeon content are significantly different. The overall system has verified this. How did you design the dungeon? Did you put all your energy into the side quests? Ah!!

003: Thorn! Stop playing dumb and answer me!

003: All the complaint letters have been delivered to me!

Seeing that 003 was really furious, the Thorn Merchant's narrow eyes were filled with tears.

The Thorn Merchant helplessly sent a voice message.

"003, I originally focused on story-based role-playing dungeons. It was clearly the main system that was messing up, but they insisted on me designing this business dungeon. This is my first time writing one, isn't it? Besides, didn't I help Xu Ling achieve the ending she wanted? At most, I can compensate the player with some points or props after the dungeon is over."

003 sneered, "Compensation? From whose salary will it be deducted? Who will pay for this compensation?"

"I'll pay for it, I'll deduct it from my store."

The Thorn Merchant wiped the cold sweat from his head. It turned out that no one should mess with 003. He was too fierce QvQ.

Even though he was almost invincible in the dungeon, the Thorn Merchant couldn't help but worry about his life. It was okay to be arrogant to other players on weekdays, but if he was arrogant to 003, the Thorn Merchant could already imagine how he would die.

In the copy, Hua Meng smiled as she looked at the notification of successful report in the email.

This letter of accusation was written by Hua Meng not long after she left the palace. However, the copy had just begun at that time, and the compensation she received when she submitted it was far less than what would be given when the copy was about to end.

After being silent for several days, the emperor's condition became more serious and he is now unable to get out of bed. During this period of time, the crown prince has been temporarily taking charge of the government.

The prince has a weak character, and he was able to sit on the throne because of his status as the legitimate prince and the power of the Zheng family.

But such a weak character would certainly make it difficult for him to sit firmly on the throne. The head of the Zheng family was very disappointed with the Feng family, otherwise he would not have chosen to cooperate with the Feng family.

The eighth prince had no interest in the throne. After what Queen Zheng had done, she was afraid that ghosts would come to claim her life. She became more and more crazy over the years, and she had to rely on the medicine on her body to maintain her composure on her birthday.

The head of the Zheng family would rather rely on himself than on these people. In his eyes, these people are all useless trash.

Soon, the capital was in chaos, and the quiet night was broken by the sounds of crying and fighting.

The Minister of War and the Zheng family joined forces to break into the palace and head straight for the emperor's bedroom.

Lian Wu, dressed in black, stood on the roof not far away, quietly observing the fight.

Suddenly, a white shadow floated past behind him. Lian Wu quickly summoned his sword and slashed backwards, but did not hurt the ghost at all.

Lian Wu was not in a hurry to kill the ghost with his sword, because he did not realize the other party's malicious intentions. The other party's appearance might be to remind him of something.

This ghost figure was a gentle-looking woman with a simple and decent bun. Her every move and gesture showed her dignity. She must have been a person of very high status when she was alive.

Lian Wu raised his hand and gestured to his teammates in the crowd. After receiving Feng Ling's nod in response, he followed the ghost and left.

The ghost moved at an extremely fast speed, and Lian Wu had to use lightness skills to barely catch up.

After a while, Lian Wu found that this road was extremely familiar, as if it led to Yongjue Palace.

The Yongjue Palace was burned down by a fire and has not been rebuilt yet. A ghost figure stood in the ruins, and on the ground was the unconscious third princess.

The ghost squatted down and wanted to pick up the third princess, but his hands passed through her body and could not touch her at all.

She turned around and saluted Lian Wu, her eyes full of help. The ghost opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

Lian Wu could barely figure out what the other party meant from his lip movements.

The ghost wanted him to take the third princess away and away from this place of trouble.

Seeing the ghost's concerned expression towards the third princess, Lian Wu could probably guess who the other person was.

"The Queen."

The ghost was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook her head, as if saying that she was a deposed queen and could not bear the title of queen.

Lian Wu stepped forward to help the third princess up, and the late queen continued to lead the way for them.

The palace was in chaos. No one cared who was the master. Everyone was worried about their own life. No one cared what others did.

They easily arrived at the place where the third princess usually escaped from the palace. Lian Wu took the third princess over the high wall, but the former queen did not follow them. Instead, she stood in the corner of the wall, waiting quietly.

Lian Wu placed the third princess in a secluded place.

After turning back, Lian Wu saw that the late queen was still waiting for him there, and guessed that she had something else to tell him.

But the former queen could not speak, and it was difficult to accurately understand what the other party was saying just by looking at her lip movements and gestures.

Lian Wu thought about it and was about to buy paper and brushes from the system store, but then he remembered that the late queen couldn't even touch the third princess, let alone these physical paper and pens?

Lian Wu rubbed his brows with a headache. The resentment of the late queen was not heavy. She was just a lonely soul, bound in the palace like a ghost.

"Is what you want to tell me urgent? If not, my teammates should be able to understand what you mean. Can you wait here for a moment?"

The late queen nodded and stayed obediently in the third princess's courtyard.

On the other hand, although the number of imperial guards could not be gathered too quickly, each of them was a well-trained elite soldier. If the private armies of the Minister of War were to fight one-on-one, they would not be the opponent's opponent at all. Now they were only relying on their numbers to suppress the opponent.

Seeing the scene becoming increasingly chaotic, the Minister of War simply opened the scroll in his hand, tore off the talisman on the back of the scroll, and released Bai Yan.

The Minister of War looked at Bai Yan, covered in blood, stepping out of the scroll with hope, and he had already started dreaming of becoming an emperor.

Bai Yan was waiting for this moment. After stepping out of the scroll completely, he turned his head 180 degrees and faced the Minister of War.

Then, he turned his body around, and the bloody spear in his hand was wrapped around the neck of the Minister of War.

The feeling of suffocation made the Minister of War struggle desperately. He kept trying to tear his intestines with his hands, and his slippery intestines soon began to break.

The air rushed into his lungs instantly, and just when the Minister of War breathed a sigh of relief, an arrow pierced his chest from behind.

He turned his head in disbelief, only to find that his youngest son was smiling brightly, with a bow and arrow in his hand, ready to shoot the second one.

Surprised or not?

Bai Yan tilted his head and glanced at Feng Ling, then said quietly, "My body is broken and I can't use it anymore."

Bai Yan didn't really need this body, but he felt a little resentful when he saw that the new body he was about to get was suddenly broken.

Feng Ling shrugged and raised his head towards the pile of corpses on the ground. "There are so many bodies here, what do we need this old man for?"

Bai Yan: Hmm... Yeah? That seems to be the case.

Seeing the Minister of War fall, the private army immediately lost their composure. They wanted to besiege Feng Ling, but suddenly they smelled a strong aroma of wine.

The aroma of wine was so strong that it even overwhelmed the smell of blood.

The wine spirit had stood on the roof at some point, put on a strange mask, and started dancing on it.

But there were too many people present, and this was not an enclosed space, so the aroma of wine could not last for a long time, and it could only control them for a while.

Every time the wine spirit jumps on the roof, the aroma of the wine becomes stronger. This behavior of losing and increasing the aroma of the wine is quite similar to the crazy administrator in elementary school math problems who drains and adds water to the swimming pool.