Fantasy: God-level Store Manager

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Luo Chuan at the door listened to the sound coming from the store, and the corner of his mouth was slightly curved.

Life is getting better...

"Could it be that the boss created a world directly for a game?"

Standing on the endless prairie, Bu Lige looked at the surrounding scenery without the slightest difference from reality, and couldn't help thinking in his heart.

Bu Poetic thought the same way, with shocked expressions on Qiao's face.

"Immediately, the first wave of attacks is coming."

Yao Ziyan's voice sounded at the right time, letting the two of them understand that this is just a false world.

As the sound fell, howling wolves sounded in their ears.

A huge gray wolf appeared from not far away and rushed.

"Damn!"

Step Lige was suddenly shocked.

Even if I know that this is just a game, it is really too real!

Bu Lige wanted to mobilize his spiritual power subconsciously, but his expression couldn't help but change.

In this game, his spiritual power has completely disappeared.

In other words, he is just an ordinary person now.

"Made, isn't it just a game? Young master, can I still be afraid that you won't make it?"

There was a touch of anger in Bu Lige's heart, and instead of retreating, he rushed forward.

"what!"

A scream sounded.

Step away from the song, die.

On the other side, it didn't take long for Bu's poetic mouth to hear an exclamation.

She killed the first giant wolf that appeared, and was surrounded and killed by three giant wolves that appeared later.

The two took off their helmets, and their faces were a little pale.

Although it was only a game before, the fear of death was real.

"How do you feel?" Yao Ziyan asked with a smile.

"It's no different from reality!" Bu Lige exclaimed, "Sister Ziyan, is this really just a game?"

Yao Ziyan nodded: "Of course, this is what the boss said. Besides, after death in the game, it can be resurrected. What is there to be afraid of?"

A look of helplessness appeared on Bu Lige's face.

What's to be afraid of?

It's easy to say, but it can be overcome, but the fear of death.

Bu Shiyi frowned slightly and began to think: "I seem to understand the role of this game. Not only will we not encounter life danger, but it can also make us feel our limits again and again and break them."

"For a long time, I thought that as long as the realm is high, the strength is high. But when I lost all my spiritual power in the game just now, I realized that I can only play a twelfth in control of my own power."

A smile appeared on Yao Ziyan's face, which she had already understood.

"Lige, enter the game, I want to see if I can get through the first floor!"

A strong war spirit appeared in Bu's poetic eyes.

Bu Shiyi is not only top-notch talent, but also has nothing to say, otherwise it is impossible to become a leader among the younger generation of Jiu Yao City.

"Sister, if you want to play, just play by yourself, don't bring me!" Bu Lige couldn't help but cried after hearing Bu's poetic words.

"You break directly from the eight levels of sense spirit to the realm of good fortune. Although the realm is up, the foundation is still much weaker than those practitioners who break through to good fortune step by step. It needs to be polished and polished, but now is a good opportunity." A beautiful smile appeared on his face.

But to Bu Lige's eyes, this smile was no less than the devil's smile.

"No……"

In the wailing sound of Bu Lige, the helmet was forcibly carried up by Bu poetic...