"Go quickly. If you go late, you won't be able to catch up. What should I do if the longbow messenger gets off work soon?"

Xia Weiran deceived men.

get off work?

In this game, most people will not encounter NPCs who are off duty. Fortunately, the man does not belong to that majority of people.

There were still doubts in his heart, but time was precious, so the man decided to find his target first.

He thanked Xia Weiran and walked in the direction Xia Weiran pointed.

Xia Weiran looked at the man's back and snickered happily.

Then, tentatively stretch out your feet towards your target location.

No arrows flew.

Huh? Is this really okay?

After the man walked a certain distance, Xia Weiran followed closely.

It is true that no arrows will fly again.

The man turned back, glanced at Xia Weiran secretly, and then continued to move forward.

Relying on the man's cover, Xia Weiran successfully reached his destination.

This is a palace. I don't know whether the snow has turned into ice, covering up the true appearance of the palace, or whether the entire palace was originally made of ice and snow. What Xia Weiran saw before his eyes was a huge world of ice and snow.

In view of Xia Weiran's limited language proficiency, she could only use the following adjectives to describe the scene in front of her and her inner feelings: Go ahead, it's beautiful! Beautiful! Shocking!

Therefore, you must study hard, otherwise, at this moment worthy of special mention, you can only sigh: I am uneducated!

"No matter what, go in first!"

Xia Weiran entered the palace through the gate.

Sunlight has no temperature, but the light will not disappear. In Xia Weiran's eyes, everything in the palace is clearly visible.

Columns made of ice bear the palace, and statues of gods carved from ice are placed in different positions according to some mysterious rules.

Where will God be?

Xia Weiran looked at the highest point of the palace hall, where there was the throne.

Climbing up the stairs step by step, Xia Weiran came to the throne.

Stretching out his hand, he felt the coldness that penetrated deep into his bones.

Almost instantly, Xia Weiran withdrew his hand and immediately completed a standard northeastern move to save his hand that had lost feeling.

This temperature is so scary!

Can this kind of seat also accommodate people?

Xia Weiran thought of the legend about licking iron railings in the Northeast, and thought: If you sit on this low-temperature throne, will you be stuck to the throne?

It’s over, I have a picture in my mind! Stop it! Take back this stupid idea!

When Xia Weiran was thinking wildly, someone wearing a blue robe entered the palace and found Xia Weiran: "Who are you?"

Xia Weiran was awakened by the sound and looked at the person coming.

The opponent has a yellow name on his head: Ice Servant.

No way?

Xia Weiran looked at the other party. Not to mention his handsome face, the blue robe on his body was completely different from the costume of the amusement prince in "Balala Little Demon Fairy". With this look, he was actually a slave?

The other party continued to speak: "How dare you desecrate the throne?"

I don’t dare, I don’t dare!

Xia Weiran hurriedly trotted all the way back to the flat ground from the top of the steps. He blinked and looked at the ice slave sincerely: "I just went up to worship!"

The other party's expression softened slightly, but his tone was still stern: "The king's seat will never be allowed to be defiled by others!"

Oh my god, isn't it just a seat? Look at what you said, it sounds like driving a car? Xia Weiran complained in his heart.

However, the king that the ice slaves talk about is probably his target, the inheritor of the ice bloodline of the northern tribe?

Xia Weiran asked the ice slaves for information: "Where is your king?"

The ice slave's expression became sad, with nostalgia for the past years: "King, you have been sleeping for a hundred years."

Ah? Isn’t it?

Xia Weiran wanted to pull out his hair! What news makes people bald! If the king has been sleeping for a hundred years, how can he get the other party's blood?

Originally, I wanted to discuss "donating blood" with the other party, but now, wouldn't I have to go up with a knife to cut the flesh and bleed it? But they have such loyal servants as ice slaves, and I am afraid that they will be killed by the ice before I even show the blade.

The slave is sent back to the resurrection point with one punch!

"Tragic, miserable in capital letters!" Xia Weiran mourned for himself.

The Ice Servant, on the other hand, didn't know what Xia Weiran was thinking. He just thought that Xia Weiran was mocking his king: "My king is sleeping for the sake of the tribe, so there is no need for you to speak nonsense!"

What did I say?

Xia Weiran wanted to argue.

Looking at the other person's handsome face, Xia Weiran chose to give up: That's all, you are good-looking and everything you said is right!

But what’s the use of looking good? It can’t be eaten!

By the way, does that king have any relatives?

Xia Weiran opened the control panel and checked the mission map. Thinking otherwise, he would follow the map guidance and run directly to the target. He would take the opportunity to stab him and immediately put the blood in his backpack. If he was hammered to death, he would be hammered to death. He was already at level 0 anyway.

Fearless.

But after opening the map, Xia Weiran was stunned: Where is the target?

What about the little dot that originally showed where the target was?

Disappeared?

Oh my god!

Xia Weiran knew that the mission target would disappear. But at least wait until she completes the mission before disappearing! At this time, she finally got close to the target location, and the target disappeared. Isn't it a bit too tricky?

It doesn't matter if you're a bit bad at your game, but you can't let her do it alone!

"What should we do now?" Xia Weiran was a little confused.

The ice slave was a little curious about Xia Weiran's control panel: "What is this?"

"Control panel, don't you have one? Oh, you are an NPC, so you don't have one."

The other party was even more confused: "I am an NPC? What do you mean?"

It is just a string of data, without entity, life, fixed form and inheritance attributes...

Many definitions flashed through Xia Weiran's mind, but none of them were uttered.

For NPCs, they themselves are living lives. Everyone plays out their own script according to the destiny set by the programmer. Perhaps, there will be passers-by like players in life. Perhaps, no one knows

corner and spend this life in silence.

Until death, their lives are complete.

In their own world, no one can deny them!

"Why don't you answer me?" The ice slave did not wait for the answer, and his mood gradually began to deteriorate.

Xia Weiran waved his hand: "NPCs are people who don't have this, but you have other things that we can never compare to."

The "this" she was referring to was her control panel.

Those incomparable things are their "born" destiny inheritance, which no player can take away.

The ice slave is very interested in the control panel, just because he has never seen such a thing before, so he is a little curious. For him, this kind of thing is just a dispensable toy. Without such a thing, there is no such thing.

It will affect his loyalty to the Ice King, and will not allow his king to wake up from his long sleep earlier or later.

"That's it!"

He said this.

There was no trace of regret in his tone.
Chapter completed!