The training of this day ended after Zhou Chen was exhausted. The more he went, the more he could discover the changes in his own star attributes, level a, level a, level a. Even the intellectual attributes that were not valued by Zhou Chen had never been valued, broke through the level b limit the moment the Behemoth fell.

Although Zhou Chen's bloodline is still at level A+ [mutant wolf soul], yesterday he suddenly discovered that he was not in a bloodthirsty state and the pattern of the awakening skill [wolf soul] was lit.

What does this mean? This means that not only the star attributes, but his bloodline also absorbs nutrients in this fresh battle day and night. Perhaps in one month, maybe ten days, or tomorrow, the level before his bloodline will become...s.

The boiling dragon blood surged like the usual day. It warmed the entire cave and brought light to the dim cave. However, the color of the dragon blood had become much lighter from the bright red it was. Zhou Chen woke up from his sweet sleep, but it was not yet dawn.

Every night, he slept on Ying's big bed, but Ying himself leaned against the head of the bed, looking at it with his soft big eyes. Zhou Chen read a lot of meaning in it, and even some of it was something he dared not look at, but Ying's eyes seemed to have something more today.

"Are you unhappy?"

Shadow's eyes remained unchanged and she shook her head.

Dragon blood is dragon blood. In many fantasy novels, its efficacy is even more important than Tianshan snow lotus and ten thousand years of ginseng. In the "No Return", Zhou Chen was soaked, several fractures were found. Or perhaps his moderate injury to Samsung has been completely cured.

Zhou Chen got up, reached out and pointed at the tip of the other person's nose. This action was completely subconscious. He felt that Ying Qiong's nose was very beautiful, and he was awkward when he didn't move. "Although you are sometimes very gentle and sometimes you have enough murderous aura to anyone, you never lie."

Hearing this, Ying flattened her mouth bitterly, "You can see it all, I have nothing to say... I can't bear to leave you."

“How to say it?”

"Pretending stupid." He said with a angrily sentence, "I am very happy to see you improve day by day, but the faster you progress, the shorter the time you will be to 'go'. I can't bear to leave you... Do you understand?"

In silence, Zhou Chen saw two glittering things falling from the corner of Ying's eyes. Out of men's love for women and some closeness in his heart, he gently hugged Ying into his arms, "Silly Sister, even if I leave, we will meet again, unless you walk out of the road of no return before me and go to a place I can't find."

"Ha." Wen Nuan showed off her face and rubbed Zhou Chen's chest like a little girl. "No, even if you go out, you will take me out. You won't leave me alone, right?"

With such a naive attitude and such a silly tone, no one believed that this was done by Ying. Zhou Chen raised his index finger and rubbed it on the corner of her eyes. In fact, there was something in his heart that had been held back for a long time.

Seeing that he wanted to speak but stopped, Ying spoke first, "If you want to say it, you have few words to say it?"

"Sorry..." Zhou Chen scratched his head. Although the shadow leaning against his arms was more like a child, all the movements between the two were so natural. "Xing... Sister, I want to ask you, if a npc determines death in the game, then will he still have a chance to be resurrected."

Pressing his fingertips on the bed, Shadow sat up, "You should be talking about your teacher, Wolf... I don't want to lie to you. The biggest difference between npc and players is here. A player can be resurrected in a specified time by using various methods, but... npc cannot do it."

After ten minutes, Zhou Chen didn't say a word. It was not that he threw Teacher Wolf's affairs at the end... He was afraid, and what he was afraid of was Ying's answer.

The five fingers were gentle, and the shadow combed Zhou Chen's hair in front of his head, "Little brother, don't be sad. You probably know that Bugui's death is not entirely a death in reality. I don't know the ultimate goal of the government, but he is definitely not trying to massacre these millions of players."

"Okay, go to bed. You have to train tomorrow. How can you do it if you don't rest?" He held his hands on Zhou Chen's shoulder, imitating a big sister who was taking care of his younger brother to cover Zhou Chen with a quilt. He had a lot of thoughts in his mind, but he could not stop the fatigue of fighting with the Behemoth. In the deep sadness, Zhou Chen closed his eyes again...

Breakfast is still a contrast between summits and monotony, but the six summoners from the Q area have no complaints. As Ying said, there is still a possibility of resurrection when a player dies, but NPC death is real death. No one knows what happens after death, so they dare not complain.

"Okay, starting today, the training time is still 10 hours, but the content is determined by you. Mr. No. 1... Mr. No. 6, you can freely summon any baby in any series. Who has more than half of the magic in ten hours..." Ying pinched her hands, and the crackling bones sounded crisp and crisp.

...

The S region is dominated by this endless forest, and the main race in the S region is the troll.

"Gudong"!

Two trolls NPC holding spears threw a bloody body to the ground, mocking and contempt on their faces.

The troll on the left pointed to the short and fat troll behind him, "I heard that it was this kid who pretended to be a member of our troll clan and wanted to steal the [Divine Warrior Bloodline] in the temple?"

"Yes." The troll on the right turned around and spitted, "It was him, a boy who was ignorant of the world. If it weren't for our elders' alertness, he would have almost succeeded by this boy, and that's the NPC, he could not kill people, otherwise this boy would have been cut into pieces." As he walked, the two trolls gradually disappeared into the forest.

"Bang, bang", the short and fat troll was seriously injured, but the first thing he did when he woke up from a coma actually smashed his head to the ground, his long hair was shrunk into his head, and his emerald green skin also turned into a human color. He... was a little monk.

"Woooooo!..." Just like Zhou Chen was in the most painful way, the little monk cried miserably and lurked. He lurked in this troll tribe for twenty days, in order to worship the "god warrior" of S-level bloodline in the temple. But at the moment of success, the great elder of the troll took action to stop him and exposed his disguise of the troll. The little monk regrets, the little monk hates!

"Boss, the little monk is useless. All the best ducks fly. The little monk is useless, the little monk is useless!"

"Bang, bang", regardless of the injuries all over the body, the monk knocked on the ground desperately.

"Hey, dad, this bald uncle is so pitiful. His head is bleeding and he is still hitting the ground." The 14 or 15-year-old, a standard little loli, the girl put down the candy on her hand and looked at the little monk with a look of worry.

A middle-aged man behind him also frowned slightly. He was taking his daughter to the S area for a walk, but he didn't want to encounter such a strange thing. "Young man, the person the two trolls just said should be you, no matter what, stealing is wrong."

"What do you know!" At this moment, the little monk didn't care about talking nonsense when he saw people, and looked up and shouted: "There are still forty days. If I don't have S-level bloodline, why should I return to the boss? I don't want to be a burden!"

"Oh?" The blood-stained bald head's answer was also novel. The girl's father asked more, "Young man, you went to Fanxian for others. There is such a thing on this unreturned continent, such a person?"
Chapter completed!