The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?! Chapter 733 - 733 532 Silver Waterfall Swordswoman

733: Chapter 532 Silver Waterfall Swordswoman 733: Chapter 532 Silver Waterfall Swordswoman Gloomy sky.

The slender brownish yellow unknown wild grasses stretched themselves out like bamboo joint bugs, swaying their bodies above the ruins.

This land is fraught with danger.

The Undead have tried several tis to delve deeper, but were thwarted by the powerful Ring Knights, unable to completely occupy the land, thus the enemy also remains uncleared.

A silhouette riding a Scorpion Flea just left the War Throne.

“Ah?

Mission, what mission?”

Tinker not staring at the crotch fixed her eyes on the floating streams of bullet comnts.

That’s a virtual screen only visible to her.

“Side quest?

Ugh, there are too many side quests, it makes my head hurt just looking.”

Her words garnered much agreent.

“Yes, yes, I feel like the ga is too stuffed with content, playing is fun but tiring, always feels like I might miss so key plot.”

“Just like going to work, work by day and continue at night.”

“Who said that?

I’m like a minion during the day, the money’s not enough to act like a boss, but here I can be a big boss!”

“For , life on Earth is just rest necessary to sustain life, if I could stay like ‘The Matrix’, I’d wish not to wake up.”

Gradually the topic deviated.

Tinker not staring at the crotch nodded but didn’t join in, she’s a strear with decent traffic, had gained quite a following back in Rand Kingdom, in this ga world where everyone can sculpt their face into top notch beauties, her standout is hardly due to looks, purely personality advantage.

Others play gas to decompress, seek a second life, she earns money by sleeping.

But this cannot be said aloud now, or it will make others jealous, boasting in ga is fine, but flaunting wealth in real life can easily backfire, her viewers are mostly ordinary people.

“Right, right, I saw that video,” Tinker not staring at the crotch suddenly said, “Indeed, it’s a bit worse than .”

Bullet comnts: “You’re fooling the bullet comnts again, right?”

A stream of “?” floated by.

She had already mastered the pacing, controversy in the chat room increases the heat, occasionally steering is necessary but not too excessive.

Seemingly recalling sothing, Tinker not staring at the crotch asked: “Oh right, any of you married an NPC?”

A new topic surfaced, bullet comnts buzzed up, everyone wanted to share about their in-ga husbands and wives, many shared wives, but mostly their fantasies, it seems NPCs got scared by them, except for a minority who nodded in agreent, most NPCs choose to reject.

“I was thinking about proposing to Rania,” Tinker not staring at the crotch said.

Bullet comnts: “Draw your sword, rival in love!”

Bullet comnts: “You probably don’t know how you died, according to story fragnts and rumors, Rania is Lind’s woman.”

Tinker not staring at the crotch surprised: “Is that so?

I really didn’t know.”

She suddenly grinned cheekily: “Isn’t that better?

A monogamous system.”

Bullet comnts once again float “?”.

“When we drop ‘?’ it’s not us that’s off, it’s you.”

“Ha ha ha, I was thinking of starting a grand harem, claiming all the wives from the three continents!” Tinker not staring at the crotch gesticulating, “I’ve even decided on the chief wife, let lulan the Empress co, the expression when Empress steps on would be epic.”

“Defying the heavens!”

“Dream woman!”

While happily chatting, her expression suddenly changed.

“Holy moly, guys, I think I took the wrong path!”

Tinker not staring at the crotch pulled out a map, gesturing left and right on it.

From War Throne as a starting point, there was a clear road guide, including the biggest current roadblock [Ring Knight·Dusk Lord, lv70], an enemy that even a number warfare couldn’t defeat.

Other than so rogue Undead who’d try their luck after a mont’s thought, everyone would choose other side paths.

To proceed further into Misty Rain City territory, Dusk Lord must be defeated.

If King of Black Phosphorus wanted to intervene, he’d surely win, but he’s holed up in the War Throne area, sleeping soundly without any intention to move.

Lind is still wandering around, frequenting various regions like a flash, uncatchable.

The most apparent option laid before the Undead to push the main storyline is just one: storm into Misty Rain City.

Yet now it seems like everyone’s in no hurry, there are too many playable parts, it’s truly hard to rush.

After observing the map for a while longer, under the guidance of bullet comnt commanders, she successfully got lost.

“Boom!”

A burst of flas suddenly soared into the sky.

“Seems like a conflict is happening.” Tinker not staring at the crotch instinctively pulled back, searching for cover.

Surviving cos first for output, in a map where high-level monsters may roam, without caution one might not even know how they died, getting one’s equipnt blasted across the floor easily.

Bullet comnts began to coax her to go and see.

“I’m not going there!” Tinker not staring at the crotch shook her head, refusing.

She ca to War Throne planning to earn so money, buy a house, and open a branch, also to try out the new map and equipnt, never thinking of actively pushing the plot.

Because she is very clear, she’s not a skilled player, those seeking splendid gaplay wouldn’t co here.

Those high-output, high-skill strears are plentiful, role-contest is fierce, on the contrary, her casual chatty course has a wide, competition-free path, skills can be honed, but being likeable and talkative can’t be trained.

A big goose laugh is her ace in the hole.

“Go have a look, I’ll send you gifts.”

“Don’t lie to !” Tinker not staring at the crotch declared righteously, “There’s no gift option in ga streams!

Everyone just watches for the fun.”