Quick Wear: Report to the Host, You have been Attacked!

After Xi Yan returned to the space of the Lord God, Xiaoyiyi came together.

[Host Host, is this plane having a good time? 】

"It's okay," Xi said lightly.

At first, she was not used to the personality influenced by Yirong IQ and EQ, but later she found that her heartless and simple feeling of happiness was pretty good.

[Report to the host, the main **** missions have all been completed, currently accumulating points of 95,000 points. 】

"How much is your level?" Xi Xi asked, although he knew he would not rise too much.

After all, this is what matters.

[Well ... now 92,354 people ...]

Xi Yan: "..."

I would n’t ask if I knew it, but it ’s also a problem to ask.

[Host, do you want to take a break? Or just go straight to the next plane? 】 Xiao Yiyi sees Xi Yan's complexion seems a bit wrong, and quickly shifted the topic.

Xi Yan went to the bed and lay down, closed his eyes and asked, "What is the next plane?"

[The report host is an ancient fantasy plane. 】

"Can you know the specific mission details?"

[... No. 】

Xi Yan didn't speak again.

She is a bit tired.

This kind of fatigue is not physical and mental fatigue, but soul and soul.

After all, every time I cross to a new plane, I pass through in the form of Xi Yan's soul.

Although there was no damage to her soul, the fatigue of her soul was not a joke.

[That being the case, then you should take a good rest, and I will call you when the time comes. ] Xiaoyi billion said softly, and then tiptoedly left.

Xi Yan seemed to hear Xiao Yiyi's words, but he didn't seem to hear them.

When she touched the bed in the Lord's space, she couldn't help but want to sleep.

It seems that this bed can alleviate the fatigue of her soul.

...

Snapped!

A crisp whip cut through the air and struck the unconscious **** the ground straight.

The girl's fuchsia clothes had been smashed and covered with whip marks.

Obviously, she has been beaten more than once.

It was because of the severe pain that she passed out.

Seeing that the whip was about to be drawn on the girl, she saw that girl suddenly opened her eyes and grabbed ...

Uh.

The whip was too fast to catch.

Although she didn't catch the whip, she also avoided the whip with flexible movements.

Seeing this scene, the pretty girl holding the whip glanced up, "Murong kite, you are not dead yet?"

Xi Gang had just rolled around on the ground to avoid the girl's spirit whip, and the whole whiplash hurt her to death.

Asked by the girl now, she said angrily: "Don't you hear a word? The bad guys don't live long, the good guys stay for a thousand years!"

"Huh! Nonsense! But since you are not dead, then just let Miss Ben see how stubborn your vitality is!" Murong Xiyu handed the whip in her hand to the maid next to her, and pointed her finger at the nearby maid Got a hook.

The servant walked respectfully.

Murong Xiyu said a few words to the servant's ear.

"Observe." The servant nodded.

Then, the man-man called a few people to join him, and he lifted one of Xi's legs or arms, and lifted Xi's lying on the ground.

"What are you doing? Put me down!" Xi Yan struggled in the air.

For slaves with spiritual power, however, this struggle was nothing.

"Miss Three, don't struggle, who doesn't know this Fenglin mainland is a waste material that you cannot cultivate spiritual power?