Qiao Yirong, who had never finished a meal in Kowloon Street, got lucky and transformed into Qiao Yi, the pampered city lord princess in the wasteland world.
The cold and noble childhood sweetheart was as gentle as water to her, the ruthless and ruthless man at the peak of his fighting power surrendered to her, and the mysterious and elegant God of the Forbidden Zone talked to her about the past.
Her father, who holds the highest position, regards her as the only apple in his eye and holds all rare treasures in front of her.
Qiao Yirong: I'm sorry, there are such good things waiting to come from heaven! Love it, love it!
As a result, she went from being at a loss at the beginning to gradually forgetting her old name Qiao Yirong, and enjoying a smooth life as Qiao Yi under the protection of the many wings of Central Shicheng.
It wasn't until the night of her sixteenth birthday that she lived up to expectations and awakened as a healing "God-giver", but she discovered two strange things.
First, she traveled to Kowloon Street, where she had lived for many years, and came to her mind.
Secondly, she was lucky enough to get the [Eye of Truth] for one minute. Thank you for the invitation. Her childhood sweetheart, personal bodyguard, confidante, and even the boss's father seemed not to be human!
Kowloon Street Mission: Remove the healing meridians that do not belong to you without being noticed by others, and plant the seeds of thunder spiritual power.
Mission reward: Permanent [Eye of Truth]
Qiao Yirong: Wow, it sounds like the throat is thunderous, but you can give me a sharp knife!
On a dark and windy night, Qiao Yirong sneaked out of the room and picked up a knife stained with bright red juice, holding it tremblingly in his hand.
In the shadow behind the wall, cold and pale arms gently hugged her shoulders: "The blade is too sharp, don't accidentally scratch yourself."
Under the dim light, a slender figure kept approaching her: "Miss, just leave the killing to your subordinates. There is no need for your hands to be stained with blood."
In the invisible embrace, the warm breath reached her ears like sticky tentacles: "I told you I would give you absolute freedom in the field, why are you disobedient?"
Qiao Yirong watched as the handsome faces of the three beauties in front of him turned into distorted masks filled with thick black mist. He calmly took a bite of the bursting pulp of the melon in his hand, and showed a polite yet elegant smile: "What are you talking about? This melon tastes good, do you want to try it?"
Kowloon Street: Congratulations on exceeding the target [feinting shot]
Obtained the reward [Second Power Replica Mirror] and successfully copied the high-level power [Ice Soul] [Hurricane Blade] [Domain Dictatorship]
Qiao Yirong: Ah, what should I do if I accidentally become too strong?
The city is brightly lit, and the tall walls and barriers create a false sense of peace and tranquility, but the scarce spiritual power of the superpowers is being abused wantonly.
The situation outside the city was in danger. Human-like tentacles were growing crazily in the diffuse blood mist, and the living lives turned into withered bones before they had time to scream.
The catastrophic shelter that had resisted countless waves of monsters had long since turned into a prison for human beings as the spirit and will of the city's residents had dissipated.
Weeds can grow wildly in desperate situations, but do flowers that have been in the greenhouse for a long time really have the courage to face cold storms and snow without fear of life and death?
Later, she thought she would be walking alone, but instead she fought side by side with countless marchers who were unwilling to succumb to their fate.
She thought she would retreat back to the city and continue to be a princess in the greenhouse in the next second, but she was stronger than when she was crawling around in Kowloon Street.
At the end, she held a thunder ax, stood in front of thousands of people, and personally chopped off the deformed and ugly head that was rooted in the shadow of the central city.
"Qiao Yi's suit is suitable, but Qiao Yirong's suit is magnificent. See clearly, the one who wants your life today is Qiao Yirong, the number one female boss in Kowloon Street!"
Intention: Not to be afraid of difficulties and move towards the sun all the way
