Chapter 201 Blood in the Mouth

The wars in the west, east and north ended one after another.

Everyone got a brief respite.

The second wave of monsters will arrive at the foot of the City of Light in two hours, when billions of monsters will launch the final general attack from the four directions of east, west, south and north.

If the first wave of monsters was an appetizer, then the second wave was the ultimate feast, which would leave the guardians of the City of Glory with a heavy meal.

After hearing the news reported by the scouts, the heads of the major families all looked terrified. Some trembled, some sighed, and some secretly prayed that God bless the Glorious City.

The main hall of the City Lord's Mansion was gradually shrouded in an atmosphere of fear. The dim candlelight swayed in the wind, and the sky became completely dark.

Chang Ping, who was sitting on a big mahogany chair, looked at the group of frightened old men with a look of contempt on his face.

With a great god like him around, I really don’t understand what they are afraid of.

Chang Ping did not say anything to calm the crowd's nervousness.

He was holding a blood bead in his mouth, silently absorbing the blood in it.

Chang Ping had no idea how much monster blood was contained in the blood bead, but he could barely guess that after absorbing the blood inside, he would be able to gain at least 10 billion pounds of strength, and his physical strength would break through to the Tianzhuan realm.

There are eight realms above the legend: Destiny, Star, Heaven's Turn, Dragon Way, Martial Sect, True God, Great Emperor, and Heaven's Way.

Tian Zhuan is the third realm.

If it weren't for the Thunder Fragments contributed by Ning'er, due to the restrictions of the pseudo-heavenly way of Xiao Linglong's world, his physical strength would have been enhanced to the ninth level of destiny.

It’s different with the torn pages. He can break through the level limit and practice to the Heavenly Dao level.

By then, even if the ultimate villain, the Holy Emperor, comes, he will be beaten to death by him and call him daddy.

The post-war summary meeting ended quickly.

Chang Ping slapped his thigh, stood up and walked out, just like a student running away as soon as the school was over.

"Wait a moment, Chang Ping. Lord Ye Mo is calling you." Ye Shuo stopped Chang Ping, who had just stepped out of the door, and hooked his finger at him.

Chang Ping took back his left foot, spat out a drop of blood, turned around with an unhappy look and asked, "What do you want me to do? I want to go home and eat!"

"I originally wanted to discuss Yun'er's marriage with you, but since you want to go home for dinner, forget it." Ye Zong waved his hand, indicating that Chang Ping could leave.

"It's okay to eat later." Chang Ping chuckled, rubbed his hands, turned back, and his attitude changed 180 degrees.

After sending away the heads of the major families, only Ye Mo, Ye Zong, Ye Xiu and Ye Shuo, the four leaders of the Fengxue family, were left in the hall.

"Since everyone has left," Chang Ping couldn't help but urge, looking around the empty and dim hall, "Let's quickly discuss Ziyun and my marriage." He spread his legs and lay flat on the chair, feeling bored and sleepy.

Hearing this, the four old men looked at each other.

"Chang Ping, tell me the truth, can the moat you built withstand billions of monsters?" There were no outsiders around, so Ye Zong asked the question in his mind.

The reason why everyone's morale did not collapse was entirely because of the moat of Changping.

I didn't ask Chang Ping in front of so many people just now because I was afraid of giving a negative answer and causing panic.

Otherwise, before the monster tide arrived, the major families in the city would have fallen apart and all fled in all directions.

"No problem!" Chang Ping gave an affirmative answer. "Just lie down in bed and sleep peacefully tonight. I guarantee that no monster can cross the moat. Okay, let's not discuss this issue anymore. Now let's talk about my marriage with Ziyun."

"As long as Yun'er doesn't object, we have no objection." Ye Mo said in a deep voice.

Saying this is the same as not saying it.

What a waste of my time! Chang Ping rolled his eyes, stood up, clasped his fists and said, "Goodbye! I'm going home to eat!"

"Why don't you stay at the City Lord's Mansion and eat? Let's have a drink together." Ye Zong tried to persuade them to stay.

"No need!" Chang Ping refused coldly, "I don't drink!" If Ziyun came to accompany him, he might consider it.

After saying this, Chang Ping turned around and left without looking back.

Watching Chang Ping disappear into the dark night with his tiger steps, Ye Zong coughed dryly and reprimanded him sternly, "This is too disrespectful. I am the mayor of the City of Glory. I took the initiative to invite him to dinner, but he refused without mercy!"

Fortunately, no one from other families was present, otherwise he would have lost face.

"Pride requires strength, and I just happen to have it." Ye Mo smiled bitterly, "When I was fifteen or sixteen, I was just a golden demon spirit master. It's true that when you compare people, you will throw them away, and when you compare goods, you will throw them away! I think, the next city lord should be Chang Ping!"

If Chang Ping can help the City of Glory escape this catastrophe, it would not be a bad idea to choose him as the leader.

He is old and useless. It is time for him to retire and enjoy a peaceful life.

"Let's go, do what we need to do. I'll go see Yun'er!" Ye Mo stood up and left the hall.

Ye Xiu whispered to Ye Shuo, "Lord Ye Mo seems to like Chang Ping very much? He is even planning to pass the city lord position to him."

"If he can really deal with billions of monsters, it will prove that he is extremely capable. He deserves to be the city lord." Ye Shuo is very confident in Chang Ping.

Ever since the incident at Zhaixin Restaurant when Chang Ping single-handedly killed two Black Gold Demon Spirit Masters from the Dark Guild, he had been very optimistic about Chang Ping.

"I, the current city lord, have not yet abdicated! Could you please not discuss the next city lord in front of me?" Ye Zong angrily slammed the table: If Chang Ping wants to sit on the city lord's throne, he must marry his daughter first!
Ye Xiu and Ye Shuo fell silent.

"It's getting late, it's time to go to dinner, right, Third Brother?"

"Yes, that's right. I'm so hungry that my stomach is growling! Let's go eat quickly. There is a tough battle waiting for us tonight!"

Ye Xiu and Ye Shuo stood up and left side by side.

"Wait for me!" Ye Zong stood up from the throne and chased after the two.

……

With a blood bead in his mouth, Chang Ping rode the golden bicycle back to the Huyan family.

As night fell, the small courtyard under the cherry trees was filled with inexplicable darkness and deathly silence.

There was a strange light flickering in the main room.

Chang Ping was stunned for a moment, scratched his head and said, "I remember setting the healthy gaming time on the helmet? How come it's already dark, and they haven't woken up yet."

I pushed the door and found the bolt was still locked.

Chang Ping mobilized his soul power to open the bolt remotely.

Sure enough, the five beauties were still sitting on the rattan chairs, wearing helmets and immersed in the game world.

"Ok?"

He noticed that there was Yang Xin's laptop on the table. The screen was black, probably because it had turned off automatically.

Chang Ping clicked it casually and the screen lit up.

What comes into view is a browser search interface.

“What if the time limit on the virtual gaming helmet was lifted…?”

(End of this chapter)