A dream?
Of course, it was just a dream!
The game had just begun. Right now, Li Xiaoyao was no more than a waiter at Yunlai Hostel. If he was already so powerful that he could fly and fight off monsters, he wouldn't be so afraid of the Baiyue Sect Master!
The ugly monster suddenly turned into Li Xiaoyao's aunt as she swung a wok at his face…
Everyone froze, surprised by the sharp change.
Then, they all burst out in hysterical laughter!
"Hahaha! Sir, is this a comedy game?"
"Is the main character here to be funny?"
"Is he really a sword cultivator?" An Cheng laughed nonstop, "With a celestial sword, you can go to the heavens and enter the netherworld. But you are being hit by a wok at the hostel, sleeping until the day is almost over!"
"Look, Auntie is telling him to stop daydreaming!" Shen Qingqing and the others couldn't help but chuckle.
