"Comrade, let's work together to build a socialist New Huaxia." Peng Yi looked at Zhang Jiao with determination. He felt as if he'd put on an invisible red scarf, bright red and dazzling.
Seeing Peng Yi's expression, Zhang Jiao burst out laughing. This transmigrator comrade was really adorable.
Meanwhile, Liu Bing watched from the other side through the internet, a smile in his eyes. Brother, you gave up becoming a god and ancestor to join the red cause. In that case, I'll save you a position.
A position just like Zhang Jiao's.
Just now, Liu Bing had suddenly had an idea: he could test whether there were any good transmigrators. After all, he was a transmigrator himself. He'd been lucky enough to meet Empress Nuwa, which was how he'd achieved what he had today.
He couldn't just make it big, run into another transmigrator, and beat them all to death with a single blow.
If their principles hadn't gone awry, he could at least try to bring them along.
Empress Nuwa had said that having a system wasn't all bad. So transmigrators couldn't all be bad people, either.
As for Peng Yi's system, it was a divine weapon in a time of chaos. He could leave it for Zhang Jiao's world to use for now.
Speaking of transmigrators, there had been one in his own world who was just about to transmigrate, hadn't there? Liu Bing had sent him back and taken his opportunity for himself. Later, when the man got a system for the second time, Liu Bing had dealt with him again.
He wondered how that guy was doing. He'd keep an eye on him. If his principles were sound, Liu Bing would give him a few tests and bring him into the Investiture of the Gods.
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