Luo Di looked down at the man who grabbed her ankle and begged, showed a sneer, kicked it away, and walked out of the ancient temple, "The last sentence, you are weak."
At night, she stood in front of the temple again, feeling as if she was in another world. Her portable system was no longer there, and her qualifications to exist in another world were gradually disappearing.
Only that person can make her exist.
Lanterns are like daylight, and tourists are like weaving, standing on the eaves to observe the movements of the target. Suddenly, a strange text appeared in my mind.
[Completion degree of willing power: fifty-five percent.
[Remaining time: three hundred days.
[Host vitality: 60%, insufficient qualifications.
[Warning: The host body is experiencing a rejection reaction from another world, please return to the host as soon as possible.
Before he even frowned, he understood everything, and a strong desire arose deep in his heart: to protect Luo Di and let her return home safely!
Xiangyuan: "Nonsense."
Luo Di lay lazily among the flowers and closed his blurred eyes. But the sun was so blazing that she couldn't sleep peacefully. She reached out and groped around to find a big cold hand, and pulled it over to cover her eyelids to block the sun.
Xiangyuan, who was sitting quietly practicing, was interrupted and laughed angrily.
Unknowingly, there was a warm pressure on his lips. Luo Di stretched out his hand and pressed it against his solid chest, gasping slightly: "What are you doing..."
"Replenish vitality." There was nothing unusual about the gentle and upright voice.
"Isn't there still 80 percent?"
"I'm leaving soon for a day."
My eyes were always covered, so I couldn't see his eyes. I wanted to ask him where he was going, but he opened his lips slightly and was blocked.
An hour later, Changzui couldn't bear it anymore and drove his precious disciple out of the cave. "He came here to play some chess but didn't play any. It delayed my brewing."
Before he finished speaking, his precious disciple had already flown to the horizon in the clouds.
"Burn your butt on fire!"
The wish came and went in a hurry, leaving the poor lonely old man full of questions: What happened to him? Is he obsessed?
A little light leaked out of the boundless darkness, and he could vaguely see Qilin's blood-soaked appearance on Xiangyuan's clothes. He didn't pay attention to it, but just hugged Luo Di tighter and walked towards the light step by step.
The delicate and frail little black lotus witch who was forced to be a host (being delicate is also forced)
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Approximately equal to the system's informal, cool and upright immortal gentleman (the character of the gentleman is gradually unstable)
Intention: Move forward courageously and never forget the original intention