Quick Transmigration: Cannon Fodder's Daily Rise to Power and Face-Slapping

Chapter 335 Slapping the Faces of Hypocrites in the Online Game World 11

As Huangranrumeng and Fusheng were carefully searching for traces of the demonic flower in the stone forest, they did not expect that the demonic energy would suddenly surge.

Fusheng shouted, "Shield!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a white circle formed around Fusheng, protecting both Fusheng and Huangranrumeng.

Within the shield, the two were unaffected by the demonic energy.

The health bar, which had been slowly decreasing due to the abnormal movement of demonic energy, has recovered somewhat.

“Fusheng, have you been here before? Have you ever encountered such a strange sight?” Huangranrumeng asked.

Fusheng looked puzzled. "I didn't encounter such a strange sight last time I came. What's going on?"

After waiting for a while, the demonic energy gradually calmed down. Just as Fusheng was about to remove the shield, he suddenly discovered that many undead had appeared in front of him.

"How can there be so many undead?" Huang Ranrumeng asked, completely puzzled.

He wanted to communicate with the undead opposite him, but just as he was about to speak, the undead rushed towards the two of them.

Some of them used spells to attack Fusheng's shield, and just a few seconds later, the shield shattered in front of the two of them.

"Who are you? Why are you attacking us?" Fusheng shouted, desperately dodging the undead's skills.

These undead are generally level 60 or 70, which is much lower than their level.

However, there were too many undead, and the two of them were unable to resist them.

Not long afterward, both of their health bars were depleted.

"They are summoned undead!" Huang Ranru Meng affirmed.

Seeing that his health bar was about to run out and he was about to be killed, Huangran Rumeng shouted loudly, "Who are you? Why are you summoning these undead to kill us?"

"I am the president of the 'Romantic Romance' guild. As long as you let us go, name your price! I keep my word!"

While desperately dodging, Fusheng roared back, "Killing us is to go against the entire Wind, Flower, Snow and Moon Guild! You'd better think this through!"

"A president who's all about romance and poetry?"

Leng Yuexing, holding Si Muchen's hand, slowly walked out from behind the stone wall. "It's like a dream. How did you become the president? You probably haven't even forgotten yourself?"

Leng Yuexing gently raised her hand, commanding the undead to freeze the two of them in place.

"It's you two?" he said through gritted teeth after suddenly seeing the two figures.

"We have no grudge against each other, why do you want to kill me?"

Leng Yuexing's eyes, which were originally as calm as autumn water, suddenly seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, instantly becoming extremely cold.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and said coldly, "No enmity or grudge?"

"It all feels like a dream. When you killed Chunyu Xiashang, didn't you ever think that someone would avenge him?"

Suddenly hearing the name Chunyu Xiashang, as if in a dream, her pupils trembled violently. "What are you talking about? I don't understand. Chunyu Xiashang left this game a long time ago."

"Leave this game?" Leng Yuexing's face was frosty. He walked straight to the body of the man who was standing there in a daze. He raised his right hand and waved it out without hesitation. His palm fell as fast as the wind.

With a crisp "smack," the slap landed squarely on the face of the person who was still in a daze, the sound clear and loud.

Suddenly, as if in a dream, the unexpected blow jolted his head to the side, leaving a bright red handprint on his face that quickly swelled up.

"How dare you hit me?" Huang Ranrumeng said through gritted teeth, staring at Leng Yuexing with resentment and anger in his eyes.

Leng Yuexing raised her right hand again.

"Snapped!"

An even heavier slap landed on her face, which was still in a daze.

“The new type of NPC’s body doesn’t disappear like a player’s after death. You killed Chunyu Xiashang with your own hands, how could you not know?” Leng Yuexing stared at Huangran Rumeng with murderous intent.

"I just spit out a 'bah!'" she exclaimed. "Everyone in our guild knows that Spring Rain and Summer Wounds and Flower Before the Moon left the guild a long time ago! You can just ask them."

Leng Yuexing said coldly, "These are all your consistent statements to the outside world, and they were all agreed upon in advance!"

"You think I don't know?"

Suddenly realizing what was happening, she asked angrily, "Who leaked the information to you?"

He turned sharply to look at Fusheng beside him, "It's you?"

Fusheng rolled his eyes at him. "What good will this do me?"

"Who is it?" she thought frantically, searching her mind for names.

Suddenly he realized something and looked at Leng Yuexing, saying, "Did Huaqian Yuexia tell you that? What is your relationship to them?"

"Becoming a new type of NPC is tantamount to committing suicide in reality! Even if Chunyu and Xiashang die, they can't punish me!"

"You can just kill me a few more times, but do you think you'd dare kill me in the real world?" Huang Ran Ru Meng looked at Leng Yue Xing provocatively.

Although he was afraid of the pain of death, this was ultimately just a game world, and he wouldn't actually die, so he wasn't afraid.

"Who am I..." Leng Yuexing coldly stared at Huang Ranrumeng, "I'll tell you when your level has dropped to zero."

"As for the real world, don't worry, I have plenty of ways to handle it."

"Your life must be paid for with your life by Chunyu Xiashang!"

Leng Yuexing no longer wanted to listen to Huang Ranrumeng's words.

He slightly raised his finger, and in the next instant, the figures of Huangran Rumeng and Fusheng disappeared into the stone forest and returned to the respawn point.

With no target left to attack, the remaining undead bowed and slowly sank into the ground, their figures gradually disappearing.

The cold light in Leng Yuexing's eyes had not yet dissipated when Si Muchen hugged Leng Yuexing from behind.

He then took Leng Yuexing's hand to check it, "Does your palm hurt? Next time you need to slap someone, you can leave it to the dead. Why do it yourself?"

Leng Yuexing covered her palm with a layer of wind membrane. "That's how I hit you. It didn't touch my hand, so it didn't hurt at all."

Upon hearing this, Si Muchen gently grasped Leng Yuexing's hand. "It's good that it doesn't hurt. I'll pick all the demonic flowers around here for you. Don't be angry anymore, okay?"

Leng Yuexing chuckled lightly, "It's not worth getting angry with that kind of person. I'm just considering how to proceed."

A dense, suffocating killing intent suddenly erupted from Leng Yuexing's body. He turned around and looked at Si Muchen with a slight smile, "An eye for an eye. How Chunyu Xiashang died is how Huangran Rumeng will die!"

"However, I cannot kill him myself; I need to think of another way."

Si Muchen gently kissed Leng Yuexing's forehead. He absolutely adored Leng Yuexing's current appearance, and his heart would flutter whenever his gaze fell upon her.

"Don't rush to think of a solution. The most important thing now is to improve your magic power. Each person can only eat a maximum of three of the Demon Flower's core. I'll take you to find the other two now."

After Si Muchen finished speaking, he took Leng Yuexing's hand and continued walking deeper into the stone forest.

The two were searching for the Demon Flower deep in the Stone Forest, while Huang Ran Ru Meng, who had already respawned at the respawn point, was angrily looking at his system character profile.

“Another death! I’ve dropped to level 110!” he roared angrily.

Fusheng's expression was also very bad. He hadn't experienced death for a long time, and his character level had dropped from 95 to 90.

Recalling Leng Yuexing, whom he had just met, Fusheng suddenly turned to Huangran Rumeng and said, "Don't you think that person just now looks a lot like someone?"