I contracted the bed for the full escape game

When Longjing woke up, he faced a clean and tidy ceiling.

His memory still stays in being chased by a group of undead in the White Night Forest, so now he was sent to a safe place by the centaur administrator, Hu Bo?

After experiencing the state of being forced to fall asleep, Longjing now has enough reasons to suspect that he may have slept through the plot of a season, and it is impossible for the centaur not to wake him up, it's just that he couldn't wake up.

In the future, it might be better not to sleep like this. If the time limit of the entire game dungeon is over, he can stay and compete to be an NPC.

The ceiling is carved with magical reliefs, full of peace and tranquility.

He turned sideways to observe the environment he was in. The surrounding furnishings were all human, and he could see that he had arrived at a safe place.

However, his thoughts only lasted for a second.

"boom!"

A loud noise shattered the tranquility of the place.

Longjing's body rolled sideways faster than his brain could react, and with the protection of the wooden bed, he felt his eyes go dark, and half of the whole room collapsed due to the shock.

More of a sonic boom of something hard tearing the air.

Longjing hesitated for only a second, then closed his eyes decisively and continued to sleep.

When he woke up for the second time, it was already night.

His face was covered with a white cloth, and faint cries could be heard beside him, not just one cry, but countless cries.

Long Jing lifted the white cloth to breathe in the cool air, touched his face, and found that his hands were full of sticky ashes of the ruins.He raised his head and looked around, only to see devastation everywhere.

He has never been to this place, but somehow he knows that this is the headquarters of the Magic Express Association.

Two and a half days have passed.

He touched the two physical props in his pocket and a metal card - the metal card was given to him by sister Xu, which was used to record the player's game status in real time.

[Player: Longjing (silver one star). 】

[Skills: Miss Dong's maternal love (bronze level), special ability to sleep (bronze level). 】

[Props: Quiet as a Chicken (Bronze Level), Universal Any Key (Silver Level). 】

[Current game progress: 2/3. 】

[Current game prompt: None. 】

In the next four and a half days, he had to complete the game mission as soon as possible, because he was also someone who stayed in that plague town. The centaur administrator said that no one could survive that plague.

The only good news is that the disease is not contagious from person to person.

The two missions he completed should be the parcel delivery No. 0000, and the letter entrusted to him by the dead dwarf courier.

He hadn't had time to open the letter to check it, but now Longjing could almost guess what might be written in it.

He already knew half of the inside story of the Magic Express Association in his sleep.

The establishment of this association is to seek the maximum benefit in the war, and behind the association, there is also the support of the human empire and the Holy See.

It can be said that the Magic Express Association is the biggest maker of this war.

Listening to the endless crying, Longjing frowned and sat up.

As soon as he sat up, he heard the seemingly endless crying pause for a second, and then an even harsher scream of panic broke out.

"Ghost! The dead are resurrected! The undead have invaded! Help!"

Longjing watched those people become a chaotic pile in an instant, pushing each other and trying to escape, but because there were too many people, they could only bump into each other and drag their legs, and couldn't escape at all.

When they were almost terrified, Longjing said slowly: "Are you scared enough? If you are scared enough, let the vice president of the Magic Express Association come to see me."

A centaur in white screamed and jumped out of the crowd with the help of his horse. The pale candle made him panic even more.

The terrified cries gradually died down.

Ten minutes later, an old man with a white beard dressed like a great magician appeared in the center of the ruins, and all the humanoid creatures lowered their heads towards him, expressing 10 respects.

The white-bearded old man separated the crowd like Moses divided the sea, and solemnly walked in front of Longjing with a magic wand in his hand, with extraordinarily magnanimous bearing.

However, Longjing is even more imposing than him.

I saw Long Jing wearing a modern sportswear that was out of place with everyone, with endless sleepiness permeating between his eyebrows and eyes, his facial features were cold, and his complexion was as pale as a dead body.

He spoke first: "I am your president."

The white-bearded magician looked at Longjing in astonishment, and just wanted to refute, but was stopped by a petite figure all wrapped in black robes beside him.

He swallowed back the rebuttal that came to his lips, and after a short period of silent thinking, he immediately half-kneeled on the ground and performed a knight salute that magicians hardly know how to perform.

This is allegiance.

Longjing probably knew what the old magician meant, so he also cooperated with the other party with a cold and heartless face, and stated: "Take me to deal with the current situation. I am the president."

The old magician got up calmly, and he took out a wand from under his broad sleeves.

The wand was unremarkable. The old magician held it and waved it in the air, only to see silver fluorescent dust flying out from the tip of the wand, instantly lighting up the entire ruins.

The sound of piercing the air sounded again, but this time the sound was not the sharp whistling sound, but the dull sound of flapping wings.

Everyone only saw a shadow blocking the starlight in the sky, and the huge shadow made every humanoid creature involuntarily think of that most powerful race—the Dragon Race.

The black dragon with a stature like a hill landed on the ground. It retracted its terrifying giant wings, and its golden eyes, which were the size of two orc fists, coldly glanced at the old magician who summoned it, without saying a word.

Its eyes are filled with a few bright characters.

Oh, stupid humans.

But when its icy gaze touched Longjing, it was unbelievably dull for a second, and then spoke aloud.

It spoke Dragon Language, and no one present could understand it except the old magician.

Longjing listened to the conversation between the black dragon and the old magician, and found that he could understand their conversation.

They are talking about themselves.

Of course they knew that Longjing was not their president, but the fact that Longjing looked similar to the president really moved them.

After all, their true president has been missing for decades.

The war in the Magic Continent has also lasted for decades, and the situation can no longer continue to develop according to their original plan. They can no longer control the situation.

The bombing of the branch of the Magic Express Association is a warning sign.

The black dragon is the mount of the president of the Magic Express Association, and it is also one of the important elders of the association.

After dozens of rounds of tug-of-war, the black dragon finally reluctantly agreed to the old magician's suggestion to replace the original president with Longjing.

It will make Longjing truly become the president of the Magic Express Association in the fastest time, where no one can see the flaws.

Longjing averted his gaze before their discussion was over.

He didn't want to reveal the fact that he could understand the language of their secret conversation.

The black dragon finally lowered its head towards Longjing, and it surrendered: "Please allow me to take you back to our headquarters, my... Mr. President."

The resounding voice of the Dragon Clan resounded through the heavens and the earth.

Many people appeared from the barracks stationed far away. They looked up at the ruins of the Magic Express branch, and watched the black dragon representing the Magic Express Association lower its noble head towards a young man. head.

As we all know, dragons will only bow their heads to the existence they recognize.

And another well-known thing is that the only person that the black dragon with a bad reputation surrenders in the entire magic continent is the reclusive president of the Magic Express Association.

In the 3 minutes after the black dragon descended and bowed his head, the barracks in the distance began to ungarrison, and the faces of their commanders were full of fear.

Because they all knew that if they hadn't received more accurate news, no one would dare to be the first to attack the Magic Express Association!

There is an old saying that goes well: you never know what level of magician the person delivering the package to you is.

Even if you know what level of magician the person delivering the courier is, you don't know how many skills this magician will have.

so horrible.

There are endless legends about killing someone while delivering a courier, teaching you a self-created magic spell while delivering a courier, and cooking a table of exquisite delicacies for you while delivering a courier.

The courier organization is simply a mysterious existence!okay? !

The commander who was the first to attack the branch of the Magic Express Association has already regretted it.

He can only pray now, hoping that he will not be targeted for revenge.

Longjing stepped on the back of the black dragon, but the old magician took out a broom from nowhere, got on the broom and flew after the black dragon.

They hovered in mid-air, overlooking the people in the branch below.

After the black dragon let out an impatient snort, the old magician sighed with regret: "If I had come earlier, this place would not have been ruined like this."

The black dragon sneered and said, "So what if you came earlier? At least now we have an excuse to declare war on them."

The old magician shook his head, and while shaking his head, he waved the wand in his hand again.

Silver spots of light fell from the sky one after another like stars falling. Longjing watched the stardust representing powerful magic fall on the ruins, and the ground began to tremble.

He could feel the terrifying magical power rushing through the air.

This form of magic is reflected in reality, that is, the smashed bricks and tiles begin to unscientifically restore their original appearance, and in the process of their restoration, they are also returning to their original positions.

Magic is omnipotent except death.

For some reason, such a sentence sounded in Longjing's mind.

The branch of the Magic Express Association returned to its original appearance in a few breaths. The black dragon urged again impatiently. The old magician let out a happy laugh and followed it to leave the place.

Only the commander in the distance looked at this place dumbfounded.

It turns out that the rumors about the Magic Express Association having a great magician are true!

The speed of the black dragon's flight was so fast that Long Jing had only slept on the dragon's back for a few hours before they arrived at the headquarters of the Magic Express Association.

The lights are brilliant, and inside the tall giant castle building, all kinds of figures seem to overlap and overlap, forming a feeling of prosperity to extravagance.

Are they preparing for the return of the chairman?

Longjing jumped off the black dragon's back, and when he looked up, he found a group of people waiting for him.

Among the group of people, there are many familiar faces.

For example: Xia Qi, Xia Lu, and Chen Yue who appeared here for some reason.