In online games, she's a saint by day but kills everyone she sees at night.

Desperate to save his daughter, the Condor King charged recklessly all the way.

Both the ruins blocking the road and the rocks were smashed to pieces, kicking up clouds of dust.

"Pah!" Su Wanqing spat out a mouthful of sand.

What kind of lousy transportation is this?

The old tortoise saw that Su Wanqing was covered in dust.

With a loving look in its eyes, it shed its tortoise shell, grew larger, and put itself and Su Wanqing inside.

Feeling that no dust had landed on her face, Su Wanqing gave the old tortoise a grateful look.

The old tortoise on the sand sculptor's back looked at the sand sculptor king beneath him and explained to Su Wanqing, "The desert eagle has endurance far exceeding that of other creatures. Its greatest characteristic is that it can ignore any terrain. I never expected to see it here."

After saying that, he stroked his white mustache and looked at Su Wanqing.

"How about taking me with you? I can tell fortunes, track people, and I know everything from astronomy to geography."

The old tortoise proudly introduced itself, even though it was only so-so at fighting.

But it lives a long time, so it's hard for it to lack knowledge and experience.

Looking at the smug look on the old tortoise in front of her, Su Wanqing said, "I don't need divination! My fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens."

"Uh..." The old tortoise awkwardly stroked his beard. How come this little girl is still the same as when she was a child?

They're not playing by the rules at all, what should we do?

Seeing that the Sand Sculpture King was about to brake suddenly, Su Wanqing quickly grabbed its neck.

The old tortoise, however, clearly lacked this foresight and flew away in a spectacular fashion.

The old tortoise, lying on the ground, finally understood why Su Wanqing had been lying on the ground when they first met.

Seeing the dilapidated place in front of her, Su Wanqing jumped off the Condor King.

This place was already as dilapidated as a refugee camp, and now it looks like it has just been through a major battle, making it even more ruined.

At this point, the sculptures were all injured to varying degrees, but the casualties were not severe.

They were able to repel the invaders even when the king was away.

It seems that this group of idiots is quite strong overall.

The Condor King was also consumed by rage as he looked at his destroyed homeland.

He hurriedly searched inside for his youngest daughter, who was destined to be the next queen!

Unlike the anxious-looking sand sculpture, the old turtle appeared completely calm and collected.

It was as if everything was already clear to him.

"Actually, the Desert Eagles are simple-minded and kind-hearted, making them a rare breed, but they are somewhat foolish."

The old tortoise earnestly analyzed the pros and cons for Su Wanqing, explaining that the goddess loves all things, and all things can also nourish the goddess.

"Who exactly are you, and why do you want to follow me?"

Su Wanqing looked at the old tortoise in front of her with a slightly cold expression. This old tortoise was being too considerate of her, and its appearance was too coincidental.

The old tortoise was momentarily taken aback when it saw Su Wanqing's cold gaze.

She quickly adjusted her mood; it was normal for her to have doubts now that she didn't remember anything.

The old tortoise carefully took out a wooden tortoise carving from its bosom and handed it to Su Wanqing: "Do you... still remember this?"

As Su Wanqing held the old tortoise wood carving, the image of it being carved came to mind.

Fragmented memories flashed through her mind, but she couldn't recall exactly what had happened.

But her subconscious told her that this old tortoise had been with her for a very long time.

Seeing the old tortoise's loving eyes, Su Wanqing didn't say anything more.

Just as I was about to check on the Condor King's condition, a law of heaven and earth descended.

Su Wanqing looked at the old tortoise and said, "You don't need to acknowledge me as your master."

"Haha, I can tell you little girl don't trust me. This old man just wants to experience this world a little more before I die, and you seem to be the one I'm destined to meet."

The old turtle concocted a story for Su Wanqing.

Knowing too much isn't a good thing for her right now.

Moreover, just as it took out the tortoise carving, a powerful pressure suddenly appeared and locked onto it.

The oppressive force that had been restricting it only dissipated after it finished reciting its statement.

It could sense that the owner of this oppressive aura was an indescribable being.

If it had mentioned it one more time, it might have been erased.

It seems that Heaven has been watching Qing'er all along. Oh well.

It believed in Qing'er's own path and that she would succeed.

......

At this moment, Su Wanqing couldn't understand the old tortoise anymore.

Who would hand over their life to someone else right away?

"Do you think I'm more compatible?"

That kind of excuse might fool a 3-year-old.

There is only one reasonable explanation for everything that is happening right now.

That means the old tortoise may have known him long ago, or rather, he may have known the divine being.

However, the old tortoise looked somewhat familiar to her, but she couldn't quite place it.

Just as Su Wanqing was about to ask what was going on, the Condor King slid down to his knees in front of the old tortoise.

"Please save my daughter! If you can save my daughter, I'll do anything for you, Old Eagle."

Diao Diao is now seriously injured and its life is slipping away. It has tried many methods but to no avail!

Even the oldest shaman in the tribe was helpless.

It didn't think too much about it; since the old tortoise could calculate it, it must know the solution.

Su Wanqing glanced at the old tortoise, and she felt that the old tortoise had deliberately calculated this.

They came here just so I could save this little eagle.

"Holy Light Revival"

The skills were used directly, and after several skills were used in succession, Diao Diao's condition improved.

The Condor King looked at Su Wanqing gratefully, and the Condor finally opened its eyes.

They saw that the hope of the entire clan had been saved.

The Desert Eagle Clan was overjoyed and wept tears of happiness.

But soon they started crying and sobbing again, crying out, "Our home is gone!"

Su Wanqing could actually understand this kind of thing.

But this place is just a bunch of rags, not even as good as a refugee camp, what's there to cry about?

Is it really that hard to rebuild a tattered cloth supported by two sticks?

Su Wanqing had no idea how difficult their living conditions had been before.

"Stop howling, I have a city, you can come and live in my city."

Su Wanqing looked at the group of desert eagles with tenderness; of course, she wasn't suddenly having a burst of kindness.

She just felt that these guys were so good at traveling that they could totally deliver takeout to her in the game.

Moreover, these sand sculptures can ignore the terrain and are always ready to accomplish their mission.

This way, she can earn a living by delivering food or driving for Didi in the city.

Taking advantage of the capital I currently possess, I intend to monopolize these industries within the game in the early stages.

With the Divine Condor in hand, I'll have the world at my fingertips.

"Really? My benefactor, you own a city? Diao Diao has never even seen a city before!"

Diao Diao blinked its eyes, its face full of cuteness, and hugged Su Wanqing's leg, asking a question.

At the same time, Su Wanqing also heard that the Desert Eagle's favorability towards her had reached 100%.

"Yes, my city is huge!"

At this moment, several veteran members of the Sand Sculpture Clan also asked curiously:

"How big is your city? Wouldn't it be crowded if two divine eagles walked side by side on one road?"

"How many shacks are there in the city? Are they enough for all of us eagles to live in? We're very picky."

"Is there a moat in the city? Is the moat at least two meters high?"

Hearing the questions from the silly elders, Su Wanqing's face darkened.

"You'll see after I rescue the fire spirit."