NPC: Once the Snowball Gets Rolling, Who's the Master and Who's the Disciple Is Anyone's Guess!

Everyone in Demon King Castle slept soundly last night. After being put through the wringer, the Mad King Building players even had sweet dreams and slept just as well.

But the NPCs temporarily staying in the Magic Box World were in no mood for that.

Sleep?

Sleep my ass!

After the grandmasters present explained things, everyone learned the truth behind Xiao Wudao's death and developed quite an opinion of the Mad King Building players!

Too despicable!

Xiao Wudao had been killed in a sneak attack!

Wang Yazhi might not have been unable to defeat Xiao Wudao if she had risked sequence loss of control and used every trump card she had.

But there was no need. Most players were like that.

Unless there was profit to be made, if they could kill someone lying down, they would never do it sitting up, much less standing!

"Will we really come to a good end if we cooperate with a Mad King Building this cunning?"

Such worries lingered in every NPC's heart until they met with the Mad King Building representatives.

"What? This can heal the hidden injury I suffered thirty years ago? How did you know I had a hidden injury?!"

"This can keep my mind clear. Isn't this a divine artifact for enlightenment?"

"Taking poison strengthens my constitution, but taking a red potion removes the toxicity. Doesn't that mean I can repeat the cycle endlessly?"

"A single philosophy book broke through my barrier of understanding... then what was that martial arts bottleneck that trapped me for twenty years?"

"Martial arts aren't supposed to work like this. I should have gone through years of bitter cultivation and countless trials before comprehending the true meaning of blazing flames. What do you mean by directly planting a fire element inside my body? I