I've died 47 times in this game, so I've decided to sell it.

So you're actually afraid of crying at my grave, not because you care about me?

"Try saying another one stubborn thing?"

Qi Ye obediently fell silent.

Just as things were about to change, March 7th and Xing finally arrived.

March 7th ran ahead, his hair plastered to his face.

She held onto the doorframe with one hand, pointed at Qi Ye with the other, and gasped for breath:

"Qiye! You—you—"

After stammering for a while, she finally managed to calm herself down:

"Didn't you become a god? Why are you fighting with people here again? Are you a god or a human?!"

I saw such a huge white shadow on Changle Street, I thought you had ascended to heaven on the spot!

Xing popped out from behind her, holding half a skewer of grilled squid that he had somehow gotten his hands on.

Chewing while watching Qiye:

So you didn't perish.

I thought you failed to become a god; I was just looking for some souvenirs.

"Do you all really want me to die?" Qi Ye shrugged.

"No, not exactly." Xing swallowed what was in her mouth.

"It's just that it's quite dramatic that you suddenly become a god and then suddenly fall down."

In this kind of plot, the protagonist will either die or be severely injured.

Can't you think of something better?

"I've thought about it."

Xing said seriously,

"Since you've become a god, you won't need the money anymore. Shouldn't you just give it away for free?"

Qi Ye turned to look at March 7: "Take care of her."

March 7th rolled her eyes:

"You got yourself into this mess, so deal with it yourself."

I haven't settled accounts with you yet!

Did you know that everyone on Changle Street is talking about the Night God right now?

Some say it's you, others say it's a passing star god.

There was also a dessert vendor who insisted that it was his family's secret recipe that had worked its magic.

On March 7th, he was still going on and on about the outrageous rumors circulating on Chang Le Street.

He became more and more excited as he spoke, gesturing with both hands in the air.

As she finished speaking, she finally took a breath and turned her gaze to the side.

Then she realized that Jing Yuan was standing by the broken wall, looking at her with a half-smile.

Fu Xuan stood next to Qi Ye, expressionless.

Even Dan Heng was tilting his head, staring at her with a confused look, muttering something under his breath.

I am the vertical stroke of 丹 (dan), and I am the horizontal stroke of 丹 (dan).

March 7th's lips twitched twice, he lowered his raised hand, and gave a dry laugh:

"Haha... Everyone's here."

"They're all here." Jing Yuan nodded, his smile gentle.

"It's quite interesting to listen to your stories."

"No, no, no! I... I just heard it on the way here!"

March 7th hurriedly waved his hand, his face almost turning red to the roots of his neck.

"I didn't say that! Really! I just said it offhand! Don't take it seriously."

On March 7th, I felt I shouldn't have gone out today.

Just as things were getting lively here, a muffled thud came from the other end of the courtyard.

Everyone turned around and looked.

Blade finally sat up from the pile of rubble.

She was badly injured; Walter's punch was aimed directly at her.

Although she managed to block it with her broken sword in time, the residual force still passed through.

Her entire right sleeve was torn, revealing her fair forearm covered in bluish-purple bruises.

His lip was also cut, with a little blood seeping out, and a few strands of hair were stuck to his face in a disheveled state.

She tried to stand up, supporting herself with her sword, but her legs gave way halfway up, and she fell back down.

Jing Yuan walked over and frowned:

"You're badly injured, do you need help?"

Ren snorted coldly: "I don't need your pretense."

"Think what you want," Jing Yuan said. "Sit down first, I'll have Bai Lu help..."

"unnecessary."

Ren turned his head away, his tone stiff, "This little injury won't kill you. It'll heal on its own in a bit."

Bai Lu had come over at some point.

She crouched beside the blade, watching her cautiously, her fox ears drooping and her tail obediently tucked behind her.

"Um... are you... in pain?"

Chapter 195 Dan Heng is a Demon

Ren looked at Bai Lu squatting there, and her appearance made her feel as if she had been pulled out of an old dream from hundreds of years ago.

"Bai, Bai Heng?"

She couldn't resist reaching out to touch Bailu's face.

Bai Lu was a little confused as to why everyone called her Bai Heng.

Before she could even speak, a burst of wild laughter suddenly erupted from the side.

"Hahahahahaha!"

Danheng, for some unknown reason, burst into laughter, doubled over with mirth.

"I'm not him!"

Dan Heng patted his chest, his voice suddenly rising in pitch.

"Danfeng has no experience, but how could I have no experience?"

Danfeng is a loser! He's a Dragon Transformation 1.0! I'm different!

He took a step forward, as if making some grand declaration, pointing one finger to the sky and the other to the ground:

"Dragon Transformation 2.0! Personally overseen by me, Dan Heng! A complete upgrade, absolutely no mishaps!"

Everyone was stunned by Dan Heng's move.

Bai Lu remained in a squatting position, and her tail stopped wagging.

The hand that had been extended with the blade hovered in mid-air, the whole person seemingly frozen by this sudden outburst of madness.

The smile on Jingyuan's face finally disappeared completely.

On March 7th, her mouth was agape as she slowly raised her camera and then lowered it again, unsure whether to take a picture or run away.

Only Dan Heng continued, and then he suddenly changed his expression.

His face turned cold, his brows furrowed, and the corners of his mouth turned down.

He exuded an aura of deep sorrow and resentment, and even his tone of voice changed:

"enough!"

He gave a low shout, which startled Bai Lu.

"I have nothing to do with him anymore! I no longer care about right or wrong, good or evil!"

I will only walk my own path!

He put his hands behind his back, tilted his head slightly, and his eyes were so deep they could contain the entire Scale Abyss Realm:

"I, Dan Shu, will personally take charge of Dragon Transformation 3.0."

On March 7th, unable to hold back any longer, she whispered to Qiye:

"Danheng, has he... gone crazy because of you?"

Qi Ye was also dumbfounded, staring at one person:

"I don't know! I feel like I've randomly turned into a lunatic..."

Before he could finish speaking, Danheng changed again.

He shrank back abruptly, as if he had suffered a great injustice; his shoulders slumped, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"Why! Why do you still see me as a shadow of the past!"

With a sob in his voice, he turned around, grabbed the pillar next to him, and slammed his forehead against it with a thud.

"I must save these people! No one can stop me! Dragon Transformation 4.0! Even if the heavens try to stop me, I, Danpie, will defy the heavens!"

"Why is he crying now?" March 7th was completely bewildered. "What on earth is he putting on a show for?!"

Qi Ye was stunned: "A randomly selected lunatic, and a schizophrenic at that."

Danheng suddenly sprang off the pillar again.

He clenched his fists, his eyes blazing with fire, as if he had become a different person, his voice loud and forceful:

"I don't care! Think what you want! I, Danna, have made up my mind! Dragon Transformation Technique! 5.0!"

He took a step forward:

"start up!"

"Who wants to start it for you?!"

On March 7th, he finally uttered his curses.

"Wake up, Danheng! You're possessed!"

Danheng ignored her, his expression darkening again, turning into a look of deep sorrow and compassion.

He stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the sky. Sunlight shone on his face, which was both wild and handsome, giving him a somewhat tragic hero's air.

"I, Dan Cheng, am aware of my own shortcomings from my past life. But this time, I will not reinvent the wheel."

He took a deep breath, becoming calm and resolute:

"As long as we pool our wisdom and dare to innovate, we can definitely succeed! Dragon 6.0, give me success!"

"He's treating the Dragon Transformation Technique like a game update!"

Jingyuan finally came to his senses.

"Blade! Have you ever heard of the Dragon Transformation Technique having a 6.0 version?"

The blade seemed to shake its head in response:

"No! Not even a 2.0! There's only ever been one version! And it's a forbidden technique!"

"That Danheng has gone mad!"