女人张开腿让男人桶的爽

Song Jian looked somewhat speechless at the ten-meter grassland extending beyond the wall;

Such a big move, with such an imposing momentum, making people s blood boil, but you only extended by ten meters? Are you kidding me!

“My lord, it is a glorious victory. Congratulations, we finally have our territory!” The butler George was excited.

Song Jian stared at him for a moment, thinking George was mocking him, a lord with only ten meters of territory?

“Alright, George, now that we’ve got a place, hurry up and get to work. Build everything you can, and don’t forget the defensive structures. We don’t want our hard work destroyed by the monsters,” Song Jian said;

“At your command, my lord!” George respectfully bowed;

With the ten-meter territory, George s form of address for Song Jian changed from “master” to “my lord”.

“But, being called my lord’ does feel pretty good, hehe!” Song Jian was secretly pleased in his heart;

George began to command Tammy and John to get to work. With the expansion of the territory, they could now hire more workers. George started recruiting workers one after another;

in no time, the manor was filled with the noise of construction, as it turned into a bustling construction site.

Song Jian returned to the third floor to make potions. Although he had only learned the formula for Weakness Potion, the high-quality “Portable Mobile Potion Crafting Table” could produce potions of even higher quality. In battle, an excellent quality Weakness Potion could change the outcome of a fight;

Working until late into the night, Song Jian exhausted all the potion materials in his inventory. He now had over twenty bottles of Weakness Potion (Excellent) and seven or eight bottles of Weakness Potion (Mutated).

“It’s a pity I don’t have enough materials for high-explosive grenades. Now that would be a real killer!” Song Jian sighed at the sight of the single high-explosive grenade in his inventory.

Although potion-malting had a simple process, Song Jian was tired after spending most of the night on it. He glanced at the sleeping Black Dragon cub in the wooden nest and lay down to rest.

At the moment Song Jian closed his eyes, the Black Dragon cub suddenly opened its eyes. A flash of brilliance in its golden pupils stared at Song Jian lying on the bed for a few seconds before closing them again.

A quiet night passed, and when Song Jian got up the next day, he saw a newly built mill outside the manor. The seven- or eight-meter high mill had a massive windmill with a diameter of over six meters spinning slowly at the top;

In the distance, a few NPCs were building a Livestock Pen. They appeared to have been working all night, their eyes red;

Song Jian appeared in front of the unfinished Livestock Pen. At this time, George was also standing next to it looking tired. Tammy and John were leading a few NPC workers to construct the pen;

At this moment, a countdown timer appeared in the empty space above the Livestock Pen, and it looked like it would be completed in about three hours;

Noticing Song Jian approach, George prepared to bow. Song Jian waved to stop him.

“George, you’ve worked hard. After work is done, treat everyone to a good meal to thank them,” Song Jian paused, seemingly thinking of something, and continued, “You can go to the Sunflower Bar to buy some drinks so everyone can celebrate.”

George immediately shouted: “Did you hear that, fellows? Work hard, and after it’s over, we’ll have wine and meat! Our lord will be rewarding us!”

Suddenly, a cheer erupted from the working crowd;

“Long live our lord!”

System message: You spent 130 Doomsday Coins to boost the morale of rhe construction workers. Their building efficiency has increased by 30%

Song Jian glanced at the countdown above the Livestock Pen, which suddenly jumped to two hours. At the same time, the Doomsday Coins in his inventory, which were almost depleted, disappeared by another hundred. Song Jian couldn’t help but feel the pain.

Spending over a hundred Doomsday Coins to save just over an hour seemed uneconomical. But when he thought of how these coins were going to buy wine and meat for the hardworking NPC builders, Song Jian felt much better;

Summoning his motorcycle, Song Jian drove towards the Tianfeng Building. There should be a Combat Mentor there;

“The chat said that the assessment task given by this Combat Mentor is too difficult. It might be like Han Hai’s situation, where the Combat Mentor didn’t think much of him and chose the hardest task. If the Combat Mentor considers me worthy, maybe they’ll select a more manageable task…” Song Jian thought;

Every Combat Mentor would issue an assessment based on the tester’s abilities. An easy task would be assigned to a player suited for the profession, while a more challenging task would be assigned to a player not suited for the profession;

Driving his motorcycle, Song Jian was followed by a large group of mutated zombies. Despite being during the day, the noise from the motorcycle attracted many monsters;

After about ten minutes, Song Jian left the level 10 monster area and entered the level 15 monster area. In this area, Song Jian didn’t dare to drive his motorcycle recklessly anymore. If a few elite level 15 monsters were provoked, he’d have no choice but to run;

On the top floor of Tianfeng Building, a man wearing a black uniform stood at the edge, looking down at the entire street. Beside him, a thumbnail-sized metal ball constantly rotated around his body;

The man saw Song Jian quickly rush into Tianfeng Building, followed by a sea of mutated monsters, and couldn’t help but chuckle and mutter, ‘Another fearless fellow!”

Song Jian panted as he dashed into Tianfeng Building and looked back at the tide of monsters, cold sweat appearing on his brow.

“It’s terrifying. From now on, I shouldn’t drive a motorcycle in the city. Mutated zombies are too horrifying they followed me for over ten kilometers without giving up…”

Under normal circumstances, monsters have their specific zones to operate in. Level 5 monsters wouldn’t enter level 10 monster zones, and level 10 monsters wouldn’t venture into level 5 monster zones. They usually didn’t interfere with each other;

Song Jian thought the same, so he drove his motorcycle carelessly through the city. But the noise from the bike caused level 5 monsters to follow him into level 10 monster zones and not leave. Instead, they joined level 10 monsters and chased after Song Jian into the level 15 monster zone. By the time Song Jian realized something was wrong, it was too late. Hundreds of monsters had gathered behind him;

“Phew, I’ll find the Combat Mentor first and then deal with you properly.” Song Jian glanced at the high-explosive grenade in his inventory, resisting the urge to throw it into the monstrous horde, and ran towards the staircase;