"This is where the administrator lives in a foreign paradise?" Wu Mingkong looked at the villa with a single-family large garden. You are not a bit nonsense. No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like the administrator lives in, but rather like the place where the rich live.

Goblin Barkley responded respectfully: "Great existence, the administrator of the Alien Paradise really lives here."

This is not worth being disrespectful. He saw with his own eyes that the two races of the Demon Clan and the Aisha Clan could not let go of their stature, and were killed by Wu Mingkong.

That's right, it was both races, all of which were killed by Wu Mingkong, not those demons who love the sting of the sky, but they were all.

This made the goblins, werewolfs and vampires stayed by Wu Mingkong as dog legs and were a little nervous, for fear that this person would wipe them out at will.

Although they don’t know how this person ignored the suppression of the alien paradise, they know that this person is not something they can offend.

"Then let's go in and have a look. I really want to see this administrator of the alien paradise and lead the way." Wu Mingkong stood up and shattered the gypsum board, gauze and other medical supplies wrapped around him.

He was not injured himself. He had a second-generation rich identity as a former person, and he was always pretending to be a plan of an alien paradise. Now everyone is not human, so why are they pretending to be weak?

"Yes, a great existence." Barkley responded and entered the villa first.

Not to mention, after this goblin is assimilated into a human, at least there is no problem with its height. From this perspective, it should be adjusted according to proportion. Buckley is not a bear goblin or a big goblin. Ordinary goblins are quite short, just like dwarfs, but Buckley does not, and their height and size are still as normal as ordinary people.

Wu Mingkong followed behind. Judging from the familiar appearance of Barkley, he should be a regular visitor here.

Before entering the door, Wu Mingkong heard the laughter inside, as if he was playing, and most of the voices were female voices mixed with a male voice.

Barkley didn't knock on the door, but pushed open the door open and walked in with Wu Mingkong and his group.

At first glance, Wu Mingkong saw the administrator of the alien paradise, a handsome man, probably not very old, hugging several women and chatting happily, and the conversation was so good that he had a back and forth.

"Bakley, what's the matter with you coming to me?" The administrator didn't care at all, but instead asked indifferently.

"It's not that I'm asking you for something, but that this great existence is looking for you." Barkley said, retreating back, as if he had picked himself out.

In Barkley's eyes, although Wu Mingkong is a great existence, it is much worse than the alien paradise.

"It's actually an ordinary person." Wu Mingkong looked at the administrator, a little strange.

The administrator doesn't care: "Okay, okay, if you have anything you want to know, just ask, but let me know, my charges are very expensive."

"It's okay, I can afford it. I just want to know how to become the administrator of an alien paradise." Wu Mingkong didn't care. Things that could spend money were nothing.

Hearing Wu Mingkong's question, the smile on the administrator's face immediately disappeared, and there was a hint of hostility that originally didn't matter.

You know, as an ordinary person, he can make so many aliens respectful and even give him various resources. It is fundamentally the identity of the administrator of this alien paradise. If this level of identity is gone, these aliens will do whatever they want to deal with him if they don’t want to deal with him?

He is greedy, but he still knows what his capital is.

"It's very simple. Just commit suicide and get a good baby." The administrator's eyes were full of jokes. This was related to his own capital. How could he tell others? Of course, the premise is that he had to know how to become an administrator.

Wu Mingkong frowned: "What do you mean is that no one can become an administrator except you?"

"That's right, so you'd better give up this, sincerely favor an A-level item." The administrator said carelessly.

"So that's how it is. I'll give you a grade-quality item to you later. I still need your help. I will settle it together after it is completed." Wu Mingkong's tone was very plain.

The A-quality items that the administrator wants refer to the A-level brought out from the alien paradise. Each item is extremely precious and basically has a large force. Ordinary players do not have this ability at all, and there are even very few forces that can bring A-level out of the alien paradise.

"What else do you have?" The administrator was a little surprised. The fat meat delivered to the door was really good.

Wu Mingkong looked at the other party and said, "It's nothing, I just want to borrow your identity."

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole villa was still. In the administrator's horrified eyes, he saw something in his body being pulled out bit by bit, and he also felt that the world seemed to be gone and he was forgotten.

"Wait, I..."

The administrator's body dissipated in the blur, and Wu Mingkong directly put on the other party's skin and replaced the other party as the administrator.

Then everything started to move again.

"I, I..." Barkley looked very frightened. He wanted to say something, but he didn't dare to say it at all.

The administrator of an alien paradise was replaced by an unknown existence in front of them. In other words, it is a fantasy that this existence can confront each other with an alien paradise.

Wu Mingkong carefully sensed the administrator's permissions. After reading it, he felt a little regretful: "It's just a front port, I thought there was something."

The permissions are not large, and it is said that it is an administrator. It is basically the same as the Internet cafe's network administrator, responsible for collecting money and booting the computer. As for computer problems, it will only restart and replace the computer, and no other permissions will be allowed.

But it doesn't matter. Wu Mingkong doesn't care. As long as there is an entry point, everything will be easy.

He had already released the skill "Greed of the Lazy" before. The first batch has been used up, and the second batch has been put on the shelves again. The printing tool guy is printing the third batch, and the sales are incredibly good. After all, you can buy an A-level skill for one dollar, which is simply a big profit.

With this constantly dispersed imprint collecting various data for him in the copy, Wu Mingkong borrowed the identity of this administrator to penetrate into the system of the alien paradise itself, intending to peek at the core of this alien paradise.

"What do you think I am? Do you have anything to say?" Wu Mingkong asked after he stepped out of the administrator's authority, saw the eyes of a group of people and heard the bumpy sound of Barkling.

"No, great existence." Barkley's head lowered deeper, and he didn't dare to look up at all.

Wu Mingkong didn't care: "What else do you have? Just leave if you have nothing to do. Don't bother me. You can also dismiss these women together."

Even if he occupied the nest, no one dared to say anything. Even the administrator of the alien paradise was dealt with by this person.

You should know that those aliens have not thought of dealing with the administrators of this alien paradise, but they cannot do it at all. Every time they want to do it, the suppression on their bodies will instantly increase, making them unable to move at all. And the stronger their strength, the stronger this suppression will be.

Therefore, Wu Mingkong was able to deal with and replace the administrator of the alien paradise, which was what surprised them, a group of aliens.

"Yes, great beings, we will leave immediately."

After saying that, a group of people left as if they were running away. The other party let him go. If he really wanted to stay here, who knew what would happen?

Wu Mingkong looked at the group of people who wanted to grow two legs and said nothing. He also wanted the other party to leave quickly, so that he could concentrate on invading the core of the alien paradise.

"Hell, damn, this wave of profits is huge."

If Wu Mingkong is a network administrator, then each copy is a computer. Under normal circumstances, the administrator can only slightly affect the copy, such as checking for any abnormalities and then reporting it.

However, because Wu Mingkong issued the branded "Training for the Lazy", Wu Mingkong can use the administrator's identity and his own brand to penetrate deep into the core of these dungeon worlds, thereby observing more detailed data. With this brand, the process of resetting the dungeon world and extracting data can also be observed.

With these data, Wu Mingkong can speed up the closing of his own timeline, which is a gain from the micro level.

If you focus on the alien paradise, the replica worlds that are constantly reset will become a long river of time on the macro level, which means that Wu Mingkong turns his own timeline into a long river of time that belongs to him.

It is a stepping stone for his transformation into the multiverse. Wu Mingkong is not the same, and in the subsequent fifth stage of transformation, Wu Mingkong seemed very smooth after having the Alien Paradise, the comparison group, and it can be said that everything is ready, but it is only the east wind.

...

Let’s talk about the three aliens who left, they returned to the area where their racial forces were stationed, reporting the incidents of Wu Mingkong.

He also spread all this matter, notified the administrator to other aliens about the replacement, and also told the whole story about the cause and effect.

This is not their unity, but the first thing that all aliens do when they get this news is incredible, then their hearts sink, and finally they enter the paradise of aliens together.

What to do?

Of course, I reported Wu Mingkong.

You should know that the administrator of Wu Mingkong, an alien paradise, is not in a good position. In the eyes of all aliens, as long as they report it, they will basically be dealt with as soon as they are reported.

They can tolerate a greedy ordinary person as an administrator, but they cannot allow a powerful existence to become an administrator. The thinking of the strong prey on the weak has never dissipated in their common sense. Even if they are suppressed and assimilated into humans, this concept cannot be changed.

The alien paradise is still very fast, and when you receive a report, you will start checking as soon as possible.

[Checking administrator information...]

【Administrator's soul ripples cannot be detected】

【Administrator gene cells cannot be detected】

【The administrator's mental state cannot be detected】

【Administrator's vital signs cannot be detected】

【...】

【Administrator is dead】

In short, a large number of undetectable sources fully demonstrate that Wu Mingkong, the existence of killing the administrator, has been completely exposed to the alien paradise, and the eyelids of the final summary have been depressed, especially the administrator who summarized it has died, but the final result has caused all the reporters to collapse.

【The inspection is completed, the administrator has no exceptions】

"You have so many things that cannot be detected, do you call this without abnormality? In the end, it is concluded that everyone is dead, are you still without abnormality?" All the whistleblowers had the same idea in their minds. A dead administrator has no abnormality?

If you match the previous one, these whistleblowers can also give yourself psychological comfort. As a result, you are better. It’s not that none of them are matched, but that there are no abnormalities when there are no people. This is not nonsense.

"Is this the existence that is too strong or is the alien paradise too crap?"

There is nothing unusual about this. Everyone has an idea about the paradise of aliens. It has always been an omnipotent aliens. It seems that they are not omnipotent. He also has times when he is powerless.

Unfortunately, Wu Mingkong didn't know that so many people reported him, otherwise he might really give them warmth one by one to let them know what warmth is like as spring breeze.

It means hanging them up and drying them while drying them, and making them into jerky in two ways.

After that, a group of aliens stopped. Reporting this thing didn't work. Just bow your head honestly. No one was too stubborn to try the real or fake. If you came to the soft one, you went to the alien paradise to report it. As a result, the administrator was dead, and the result was no abnormality. If you say that the other party was not a big boss, this group of aliens would not have to mess with it.

If the alien paradise can kill Wu Mingkong, everyone will be happy. But at present, it seems that the alien paradise doesn't care about Wu Mingkong at all. If these aliens are not polite, they can only ask their relatives and friends to burn some paper money for them during the holidays.

However, there are probably no relatives and friends. I learned from the goblin tribe that the demon clan and the Aisha Tian clan were cold. At first, all the aliens didn't believe it. It was not until some aliens went to investigate that they found that the two clans' resident were empty, the buildings were intact, and there was no living creature.

This made all the aliens frightened. This method of destroying the clan at once was simply terrible, because no one knew whether the descendants of their subordinates would offend this person. If they wiped them out at that time, wouldn’t it be a big bad thing to do?

Even the powerful forces in the alien species such as the Demon Clan and the Aisha Clan are not so silent, without any movement. It seems that they can't even resist, let alone them.

...

"Strange, is the alien paradise making trouble?" Wu Mingkong was constantly exploring the core of the alien paradise by taking advantage of his identity as an administrator. He suddenly realized that something was wrong with this alien paradise.

The dungeon worlds are being rearranged, and it seems to be classified, such as the Xianxia who is the Xianxia who is the Xianxia and the martial arts who is the martial arts who is the martial arts who is the martial arts who is the very strange one.
To be continued...