Exit the Simulation! Zhu Yuheng's Death Match! The Complete Golden Dragon of Fortune!

Lin Qiye smiled faintly.

One simulation was equivalent to one hundred others!

It was simply a bloody profit!

On the one hand, Lin Qiye was not greedy.

On the other hand, too much killing might cause fear and hostility.

Lin Qiye liked to appear in a surprising manner and kill them unprepared.

After all, who wouldn't like to be a cunning person?

"Besides, the Wolf Lord's 50th son, Tang Song, and the genius son of the Ghost Heavenly King, Xiao Can... Their positions in the Wolf Tribe must be high, so they shouldn't have escaped yet.

"The two of them can contribute 10 million movement points! I can still make a fortune!"

At this point of analysis, Lin Qiye chuckled and quickly rushed toward the abyss behind the Asura Hall.

At this moment, the importance of the Golden Dragon of Fortune surpassed everything else in Lin Qiye's heart!