Night Owl

[Attention to all players! The Xingyue Era server will close in five minutes. Please go offline in time.  Attention to all players! The Xingyue Era server...] The sweet mechanical female voice rang throughout the whole Wu Mang Continent. To the ears of the NPC, its like an oracle. Rong Yue sat on the throne in the temple, holding a book of Marxist Philosophy sent to him by a player, his eyes sweeping the words in the book but unable to read it. The silver haired Pope sighed, and the mechanical female voice continued on like a pendulum of despair, devouring the only hope left in the Wu Mang Continent. "Lord Rong Yue!" A nun stumbled into the temple and cried, "My lord, the Lord of the Snow made a world announcement, asking you to see his private message..." 　　 Rong Yue nodded calmly. At the end of his life, he should at least see what his debauched friend said... "F*ck you Rong Yue! Are you the not carrying Marx's eight honors and eight shames? I was the one

穿到蛮荒搞基建 Rong Yue is an NPC of a large online game calles Starmoon Era. On this facing, facing the strictest review in history, the game... . . . ... closed. Rong Yue looked around the temple, threw away the Marxism book in his hand, and planned to calmly accept the collapse of the world. Unexpectedly, after the darkness passed, he actually travelled to a savage-like world. His skills in the game are all still there but he returned to level 1. He wore as a weak and incompetent 'sacrifice'. Facing a crippled husband, the old, the weak, and the disabled, and a situation where there is no food or water, Rong Yue's eyes dimmed. ...As a former pope, he only have a makeshift staff and tiny holy balls to save his life. Implementing the basic policy of not giving up nor abandoning people. If there is no tribe, just built one yourself! Since there is no one, we will live by ourselves! If there is nothing to eat, farm them yourself! If there are no r