SRTT Chapter 41.1

Chu Dingfeng’s current skill, to put it bluntly, was copying, but his copying had prerequisites.

It was hard to say whether she could get this skill. The opponent was the male protagonist, so he wouldn’t be too bad, right?

Anyway, she definitely wouldn’t lose anything.

As for whether Chu Dingfeng would kill her, Ruan Ning already knew his intentions through the system. The scum man was now focused on finding a beautiful woman, so how could he kill her when he met her?

Ruan Ning made a plan in her mind and stood there waiting for Chu Dingfeng to rush over.

Chu Dingfeng narrowed his eyes, obviously thinking about something.

Just as the two people confronted each other, the big man standing in front of the Collection Library suddenly said: “Everyone, rush with me!”

The crowd was excited and all pushed forward. 

Ruan Ning was almost knocked over. In order to avoid being trampled, she could only follow the crowd inside.

She was also forced to keep a distance from Chu Dingfeng.

Ruan Ning said to the system at this time: “Tongtong, are you still my elf? You didn’t even remind me in advance that Chu Dingfeng was here!”

The system said aggrievedly: [I’m sorry, but he teleported here.]

Ruan Ning paused: “Is Zhao Nana pregnant?”

The system: [No, do you remember when he wanted to test whether a woman who was engaged in the sex trade could do it? So, he used a pound of compressed biscuits… Although he didn’t get the family points later, the woman became pregnant.]

Ruan Ning was silent.

[The golden finger will only react after 15 days of pregnancy. Anyway, he just triggered the golden finger. He heard that there was trouble here, so he came from far away.]

“Okay.” 

Knowing that she couldn’t blame the system, Ruan Ning quickly decided: “Then, we’ll copy his teleportation skill later.”

The system regained its spirit: [Yes, copy him.]

At this time, the crowd had arrived in front of the library.

The gate looked solid, but even the solidest gates were afraid of people climbing over the wall. In order to get in, they were willing to step on each other.

Soon, someone really climbed over the wall and got in.

At this moment, a gunshot suddenly came from the wall.

The people who were still outside were immediately frightened.

“What happened?”

“There are people with guns inside. Did they kill anyone?”

“The people inside are talking!”

“It’s okay!” A voice came from inside the wall: “The soldier fired into the air. He doesn’t dare to touch us.”

“Come in quickly!”

Inside the wall, someone rushed to the gate and opened it from the inside.

With a ‘bang’, the crowd squeezed in quickly.

Ruan Ning wanted to retreat to the side, but the situation did not allow it, so she was squeezed into the wall. She looked up and saw that the door of the main hall was still closed.

There were three people standing in front of the hall, two armed soldiers and an old man in his sixties.

Their guns were held horizontally, so no one dared to move for a moment.

There was a lot of space inside and no one was pushing forward, so Ruan Ning quietly stepped aside and looked back at Chu Dingfeng’s position.

But Chu Dingfeng was nowhere to be seen.

The system said: [Host, he teleported into the library while no one was paying attention.]

Ruan Ning raised her eyebrows and said nothing.

At this time, the old man standing at the gate spoke: “Everyone, please calm down! Let me introduce myself first. I am the current Director of the Collection Library. My name is Lu Ping.”

“I am not blocking your way, but I hope everyone will look up at this Collection Library.”

The old man said: “This was built by the country with countless efforts in order to ensure that our culture can be passed on in the disaster.”

“The collection of books here totals 24 million volumes, which are the crystallization of our 5,000-year-old culture. They contain the painstaking efforts of the ancients who wrote them down with their brushes, and the records of the hard work of modern people.”

“There are also books with characteristics of our province, including our family tree and local chronicles, which are traces of survival left by our ancestors.”

 

 

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