< img height="1" width="1" style="display:none" src="https://www.facebook.com/tr?id=433806094867034&ev=PageView&noscript=1" />

Text:

Comment:

Home > Other > Eternal fist goddess > Chapter 191

Chapter 191

Words:1516Update:22/06/17 19:59:31

Report

What's more, the Paragon's abilities were limited here.

Just like in the beginning, everything the Paragon did had to be approved by his superiors. Otherwise the Paragon wouldn't have needed to destroy the world, but would have been forcibly summoned back. He wouldn't have been able to awaken Yanran, who had forgotten he existed.

The only thing she didn't know was what was restricting the Paragon.

Perhaps it was the Cortex Prime, the world's programming. Or perhaps it was the people outside.

The developers of this world couldn't say for sure.

In any case, there were too many things to imagine.

Add to that the fact that there were already things in this underground city, and Yanran wasn't as relaxed as she looked.

Now that the Paragon couldn't do anything, she could only rely on Yanran to investigate.

No matter what it was, Yanran had to destroy it. She couldn't let it harm the people Yanran cared about.

This was Yanran's bottom line, and her insistence.

After leaving some instructions for the Paragon to keep an eye on Xue Lingluo, Yanran left. She continued to stroll through the underground city as if nothing had happened.

Yanran noticed that the people here were idiots. They didn't know how terrifying Yanran was, or that Yanran was the one who'd attacked the city. They went about their own business, stealing glances at Yanran from time to time. They wanted to see what was underneath Yanran's dress.

This made Yanran really angry. She had forgotten that people nowadays weren't NPCs, but robots that followed a specific program. Even if Yanran didn't wear anything and her beautiful body was exposed, no one would pay attention to her.

They were all perverts, and their fiery eyes made Yanran feel a little embarrassed. She was afraid that if the wind blew, Yanran's body would be exposed. Yanran wouldn't feel it was worth it.

She was used to the refreshing feeling of not wearing anything, but no matter how refreshing it was, it was still at home, and she should be facing a group of beautiful girls.

These fellows really couldn't just casually give out benefits.

Yanran quickly chose a clothing store. She picked out a few pieces of clothing and walked into the changing room. She pulled out some clothes from her ring and put them on.

Pants were a must, as were outerwear. If it weren't for the fact that she wasn't exposed, Yanran would've given away a wave of benefits.

Just like that, a beautiful and clean Yanran, who was not wearing any fancy clothes, reappeared in front of everyone.

Yan Ran was like a fitting rack. No matter what kind of clothes she wore, she could easily handle them.

She put on these simple clothes and took out the previous weapons from the ring. A beautiful and peerless swordsman was born.

As soon as she walked out, it was even more incredible. More people looked at Yanran, and some even came over to tease and tease Yanran. Did they want to be beaten by Yanran on purpose?

Or did they want to be beaten by Yanran on purpose?

Yanran naturally didn't show any mercy. Some people who talked nonsense were directly beaten down by Yanran. They even glared at the people around them to let them give up the idea early!

Yanran wouldn't joke with them!

Several of Wu Xian's men were killed by Yanran. Wu Huang and King Wu weren't enough. If Yanran didn't have time to deal with these people, Yanran would hold a Martial Arts Conference to teach them a lesson. She would let them know that there was always someone better than them.

Yanran continued to walk into the Dungeon. She didn't know where to start. She didn't know how to ask those people to tell her about the hidden things in the Dungeon.

She could only wander aimlessly in the dungeon to search for clues.

No matter where it was, Yanran would go back to take a look. Yanran would also go to the border of the Dungeon and the muddy walls. However, Yanran didn't find any substantial clues.

This situation lasted for a few days, but Yanran didn't find anything. Instead, the number of monsters increased. The noisy monsters made Yanran unable to sleep. It was especially noisy today. She didn't know what was going on with those Wu Huang. Didn't they ask them to hunt the monsters?

Why didn't they have this idea?

If they were given more time to gather together, it would probably be another battle that would be difficult to resist!

The irritated Yanran got up from her clothes. She was ready to deal with these forgetful monsters.

"Yanran, where are you going? It's midnight. What are you going to do instead of cultivating? Have you found a way to save Lin Xiao? " Xue Lingluo, who had been pretending to be asleep, opened her eyes the moment Yanran got up. She stared at Yanran, afraid that Yanran would run away.

Yanran smiled and patted Xue Lingluo's head.

"Alright, alright. Why are you always on Lin Xiao's side? If I say that there's a way to revive him, then there's a way to revive him. How can I lie to our cute Miss Xue Ling Luo? It's just that I have some matters to attend to outside, so you can stay here! I'll be right back. "

"Oh …" Xue Ling Luo snorted in dissatisfaction. She was very decisive. Everyone took all the blankets and covered themselves with them before turning around.

"Hehe …" Yanran covered her mouth with her hand and chuckled. She shook her head and left.

Xue Lingluo had the protection of a Paragon. She didn't have to worry about anything.

After walking out of the inn, the street was deserted. When he looked up, the entire underground city had turned dark.

Strange …

It was really strange …

It was simply too brazen and strange!

Other than Yan Ran, who could still sleep in such a period of time, how could anyone else?!

They were all King Wu and Wu Huang. The lowest level was a Martial Master. They didn't need to sleep for weeks.

Why did they all sleep at the same time at night?

It was as if he had his own biological clock … Wasn't this a little too different from the average martial artist?

In this world where death could happen at any moment, why didn't they use the night time to cultivate? Why did they all sleep?

Did they all think that they were like Yan Ran, existences that could destroy the world with a single punch?!

You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.


Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.