One copy a day [comprehensive]

As a little yellow chicken of the great Tibetan Sword Villa, we are bound to carry the Tsundere Tyrant to the end!

Chen En, who was lying in the rubbish heap, was still dizzy with similar propaganda slogans about promoting the West Lake Little Yellow Chicken.

"Ding~ The player has memory disorder, do you want to perform advanced memory sorting?"

"Confirm..." Chen En, a new generation of little yellow chicken who was stunned, nodded with difficulty. He stayed in the last world for too long and had too much memory. Coupled with the special circumstances of this dungeon, nearly 2000 people died in the Death World. The memory of the year directly impacted the memory of the body itself.

"Ding~ The memory comber has been exchanged successfully!"

"Ding ~ memory clearing succeeded! Player points are now -50000"

Damn!The fat points that were finally earned back in the last world!Fat meat system, how can you embarrass me? ! !

Rubbing his head and crawling out of the rubbish, Chen En couldn't help showing a disgusted expression. As a great little yellow chicken in Hidden Sword Villa, he was besieged by a pile of rubbish!

Ah, I patted my head, and found that the clearest thing in my mind was the memory of this little yellow chicken.It turns out that this little yellow chicken is a gang character in a game called Jisan. He loves local tyrants and Tsundere the most... Of course, the little yellow chickens will not tell you that this is called local tyrant and this is called Tsundere, because there has never been People told them that this is a local tyrant!This is Tsundere!

"Instance name: The little yellow chicken that saves the world.

Dungeon mission: Save the world, little yellow chicken!Complete the interaction with the villain to influence the villain, the quality of task completion is evaluated by the number of times and the fatness of the flesh!Completion of the task rewards a weak and boneless waist, and a fixed fat point of 1000 points (excluding instant rewards)"

Well, as a little yellow chicken from West Lake, I'm going to save the world!Chen En looked away.However, the aura of a group of outsiders is really weird surrounded by a lot of rubbish.And his bright and golden little yellow chicken uniform is really dazzling in the garbage dump. The residents of Meteor Street hiding behind the surrounding garbage said that their aluminum alloy dog ​​eyes were about to be stabbed blind!

Pairs of hungry and ferocious eyes stared at this new "garbage" thrown in by the airship in the dark. Such a rich dress hurt the fragile hearts of the robbers on Meteor Street.

The freshly baked Chen En little yellow chicken is very keenly aware of the powerful malice coming from all directions. At the first one, the skinny but murderous grandpa suddenly rushed out from behind the garbage dump and rushed towards him with a sharpened stone in his hand. At that time, Chen En pulled out the Qianye Longevity Sword from his backpack with lightning speed and simply waved it, and the blood of the old grandfather who had just been aggressive just now was splashed on the spot!

Ah, the little yellow chicken's sword is too sharp, and I can't control its strength.Chen En, who dodged the spurting blood in time, kicked away the staring head rolling to his feet in a tangled manner.

The residents of Meteor Street, who were following closely behind the vicious old man, suddenly stopped and looked at each other, but they were not afraid of the strength of this local tyrant and golden boy, but were more greedy and vicious. Turn to stare at the Qianye Changsheng light sword in Chen En's hand that cuts iron like mud!On Meteor Street, a sharp weapon is as attractive as a mountain of gold and silver!

Chen En was dressed in a little yellow chicken suit and held a Qianye light sword, arrogantly despising the crooked people who surrounded him.Since a group of unscrupulous people dared to make up his mind about the West Lake Hidden Sword Villa, don't blame him for being ungrateful! (Crowd: Why is this girl failing Chinese...)

The Four Seasons swordsmanship fiddled, and saw the golden figure turn around and bring out circles of blinding halos, and the white sword light flashed past.

Some "Crooked Melon Split Dates" who hid aside and didn't have time to rush out stared at this scene that was almost comparable to the special effects of the game, and silently retracted their protruding feet.

A quarter of an hour later, when Kuroro, who still had a childish face, led the same group of minors here to collect supplies, what he saw were corpses lying on the ground and a large amount of fresh supplies that hadn't moved at all.

Finks and Maggie went to collect supplies, while Nobunaga and Feitan searched for the corpses on the spot.

Nobunaga grinned, put bushido on his shoulders, and grinningly turned over the body that was lying on one side. Just looking at it, his expression became serious involuntarily, he carefully observed the wound on the body, and took a breath : "Leader, it's unbelievable! These guys are all deadly with one move, and everyone's wounds are the same size, depth and angle! It's almost as if it was done by a machine!"

Fei Tan lifted the head that rolled beside the garbage dump: "This exception, was beheaded with a single knife. According to the analysis of the incision and the blood spraying state, the weapon is a very, very sharp knife! At least there has never been such a thing on Meteor Street. arms!"

"Ah," Nobunaga swung the notched samurai sword in his hand, "very! very! very sharp!"

Standing on the periphery of the corpses, the youthful-looking Kuroro squinted at the corpses, with a slightly serious expression on his face: "Have you noticed that the local ways, angles and even the expressions of these corpses are exactly the same...?"