Douluo: Did you move Danta here?

Chapter 401 Huang Liang Yi Meng

"A hundred years have passed, do you think I still love you the same way I used to?"

Under Ning Bei's incredulous gaze, Qian Renxue spat out a mouthful of blood, which landed on the Acacia Heartbreak Red in her hand.

As time passed, the herb showed no reaction whatsoever.

"This"

Ning Bei initially thought that Qian Renxue was just angry that the little angel blamed her for not saving Qian Daoliu, but now it seems that it's much more than that.

"Alright, now you should give up, right? You can stay in this mortal realm and continue to struggle. This god will not waste any more time with a mere mortal like you."

As soon as she finished speaking, a beam of light suddenly shot down from the bright sky, filled with a sacred aura. Qian Renxue smiled coldly and disappeared into the beam of light, slowly vanishing from Ning Bei's sight.

As Ning Bei lowered his head, the bright sky slowly darkened, and everything seemed to return to the moment when he first entered the path to godhood. The difference was that the light in the distance had also disappeared, leaving only endless darkness.

Being alone forever made Ning Bei feel lonely and desolate, and time slowly passed by, second by second.

"Pap-pap-pap-pap."

"Hahaha, do you think my assessment is that simple?"

After an unknown amount of time, Ning Bei suddenly clapped his hands and laughed. The disappearance of the people he had initially cared about had indeed plunged him into a brief period of self-doubt.

But how could he not know the little angel's personality? Bibi Dong had treated her like this before, and the little angel still had a sliver of hope. If she blamed him for not being able to save Qian Daoliu and then hid from him, that would be possible. But how could she run to him to hide that she no longer had any love for him?

As soon as she finished speaking, the scene around her remained unchanged, still an endless darkness. But having figured all this out, Ning Bei felt no ripples in her heart. Since a test had already been presented, things would be easier; all she had to do was get through this period.

That being said, Ning Bei didn't know the specific content of the assessment, nor did she know when it would end or when she would enter the next stage. She could only sit cross-legged on the ground and try to cultivate to pass the time.

Ning Bei, whose cultivation had long since reached a bottleneck, could not improve in the slightest by simply cultivating. He didn't know how much time had passed, perhaps a day, or a year or even longer. Feeling no progress whatsoever, Ning Bei gradually fell into a deep sleep.

When he opened his eyes again, the yellowish ceiling came into view. Startled, Ning Bei sat up and felt dizzy. He covered his forehead and groaned softly.

"Holy crap, isn't this the rental apartment I used to live in? What's going on?"

Just as he was forcing himself to stay awake and try to figure out what had happened, the long-awaited ringtone of the phone reached his ears, causing his pupils to shrink instantly. He skillfully reached for his phone on the bedside table, opened his eyes, and saw that it was one of his cronies.

"Hey, is Old Bei awake yet? You were so drunk yesterday, you slept like a log. I had to use all my strength to get you back to bed."

"Let me tell you, yesterday was really dangerous. We almost got taken to meet the King of Hell by a drunk dump truck. Luckily, I was quick enough to slip and flip into a flower bed by the roadside. Otherwise, we wouldn't be seeing the sun today. You'd better treat me to a good meal."

"Forehead"

Ning Bei forcibly recalled some scenes from her past life and felt a sense of disbelief. Looking at her clothes and pants covered in mud on the floor, it all seemed to be just as her friends had said. She had only fallen into the flower bed and had not been sent to another world by a dump truck.

"Holy crap, was it all just a dream?"

"What do you mean, 'a dream'? You're sleeping like a pig, and you still have time to dream? Get up and invite your father to eat, I'm starving."

Startled awake by her friend's complaints, Ning Bei forced herself to sit up, glancing at the clock on the wall; it was already 2 PM. "Never mind, I'll fill my stomach first."

Feeling truly starving, Ningbei immediately decided to treat her friend to a meal to find out more about the situation. After changing into clean clothes, she rushed out the door.

After finishing her meal, Ning Bei declined her friends' suggestion to continue the evening and returned to her rented room with unsteady steps. She sat down at her desk and began to daydream.

"Was it really a dream? Then this dream is too real!"

Although Ning Bei subconsciously felt that none of it was a dream, the half-written copy in the notebook on his desk slapped him hard in the face, proving that this was the day after he was dragged out for a hangover by his friends.

Looking at the half-full glass of water remaining on the table, Ning Bei's eyes sharpened as she slowly reached out and grasped it.

"Permafrost Zone!"

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Ten seconds passed, and the domain that Ning Bei had used like an arm in the Douluo World remained completely still. Looking at her right hand again, Ning Bei tried to summon the Pill Tower Martial Soul, but there was still no response.

"Tch, if those bastards see this, they'll think I'm crazy. Damn it, I don't want to think about it anymore."

Having grown accustomed to accepting whatever came her way, Ning Bei quickly embraced the reality of her dream ending. After finishing the half-written copy, she immediately went back to bed, covered her head with the blanket, and fell into a deep sleep to soothe her still aching brain.

As for the suggestions from his cronies to continue tonight, Ningbei completely forgot about them. He knew tomorrow was Monday; if they didn't work for three days, their parents would send them money, but if he didn't work for three days, he'd be living under a bridge. He'd drink his grandma's legs.

After a good night's sleep, Ning Bei quickly got ready the next day, slung his briefcase over his shoulder, and headed to the subway station. Today, he was going to speak at a meeting with his client. Stripped of his title as the youngest Title Douluo on the mainland, he was just an ordinary office worker.

But when Ning Bei arrived at the subway station, she was stunned to see the eye-catching announcement: "Due to the spread of the epidemic, all subway lines have suspended operations."

"Damn, didn't we hear yesterday that it was under control? What do we do now?"

Helpless, Ningbei had no choice but to call her boss to inquire about the company's situation. Fortunately, the boss said that due to the impact of the epidemic, the client had also canceled the meeting, and the company also needed to comply with the call from above to close down for a few days.

"Didn't the company group already send out a notice yesterday? What have you been doing all day? Where are your eyes?"

"Oh, sorry, I saw it, but I forgot about it."

“&#￥*&…”

A barrage of angry words nearly made Ning Bei blush. After hanging up the phone, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief and, on his way back, opened Green Bubble to check the work group that he had set to "Do Not Disturb." He found that, just as his boss had said, a notification had indeed been sent.

"Tch, so what if you've made it big? Who in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School would dare to talk to me like that? They're asking for death."

"Huh, that's strange, why do I also find myself drawn to ways that lead to death?"

Still unable to adjust to the change in circumstances, Ning Bei walked dejectedly back to his rented room. Having been used to being a powerful figure in Douluo Continent, waking up to find himself back to being a corporate slave left him feeling utterly disheartened.

(End of this chapter)