When Wen Ji woke up, she was told by her own voice that she had entered a game called Qing Ping Mo and became the third princess of the demon clan.
The main mission is to kill the father and the king.
The side mission is to protect this cheap sister.
The game wants her to kill her father, but the devil wants her to sacrifice her life.
Wen Ji lacked strength and could only bow his head temporarily. Full of guilt, he took away a body and secretly became an undercover agent of the Immortal Sect.
Wen Ji just wanted to complete the task quickly, but gradually found that the world was not normal.
The "silly" sister Yu Yu asked her to protect hugged her and said, "Sister, devour me, let me return to your body, and let me help you become stronger."
Wen Ji: No need!
The Demon Lord's subordinates said with confusion that she was "mother".
Wen Ji looked away: Thank you, I can't give birth to such a big son!
The strange boss she picked up on the way forcibly moved into her sea of consciousness, possessing the ability to foresee, but he was an invincible "pua" pressure monster.
"You're still not trying hard enough."
"Dreams are not for rest."
In response, Wen Ji directly used medicine to tell him to shut up.
The next day, the boss spoke seriously: "Your sea of consciousness has been tampered with. I've been falling into a coma suddenly recently. It must have been affected."
"How could this happen?" Wen Ji pretended to be surprised.
"Have you met anyone suspicious recently?"
"You."
"... I'm not a suspicious person."
Until the rainy night, the boss returned to his body. He took off the mask, revealing a face that was exactly the same as Wen Ji Duo She's body.
Only then did she realize that he had come from a hundred years later and had been mistaking her for her younger self.
Wen Ji almost fainted on the spot. Not only was he suspicious, he was the one who was about to take her life!
She suddenly realized: the system was fake, the "game" she thought was fake was also fake, and only the hands grabbing her neck were real.
Intention: The wind blows up the green apple, just from the heart