Author: Thirteen pure onesMachine Translation
Xia Ling returned to the firmament and continent.
For a mission, besides Demon King Lingpo, she could also get points, a total of 1,500 points.
Excluding the 300 points she spent, she only got 1,200 points in this interface.
When she spent it, Xia Ling felt that it was quite appropriate.
After all, Chen Hailin had done so much for her, and she was quite touched.
But when she finally calculated the points, Xia Ling still felt a pain in her heart.
Losing 300 points all of a sudden, on average to a world, was equivalent to wasting one-fifth of the time. Would it take at least more than ten years?
*
After feeling sorry for herself for a while, Xia Ling said to Hai Hai.
“Hai Hai, I’ll give you 1,000 points. I’ll keep 200 for myself.”
“Okay!” Hai Hai moved swiftly.
Ripples like water floated past Xia Ling’s consciousness.
Her and Hai Hai’s points changed again.
Hai Hai, level 2,3000 / 10,000
Xia Ling, level 3 inheritor, 2,250 / 20,000
She still remembered that when Shen Sibai’s interface was completed, Xia Ling still had 2,350 points. This time, after completing a mission, her points did not increase but decreased instead.
This was really too bad!
In the future, she had to be more heartless and protect her points like her life.
Hai Hai: “That’s impossible.”
Xia Ling had never been a cold-blooded and heartless person. Even when she did trash-torturing missions, she still had a bottom line and a correct outlook on the world.
So, it was impossible.
Xia Ling: “…”
[ Congratulations system, Hai Hai, you have been blocked by the host for three hours. ]
Hai Hai was quietly staying in the small dark room. This feeling was a little strange?
It had really not been here for a long time. It was really a momentary pleasure.
*
After completing two missions in a row, Xia Ling decided to take a break.
She rested in the firmament and continent.
When she closed her eyes, a faint white light spontaneously enveloped her body.
She could feel that in her mind, that word was a ball of fused light.
This word was faintly discernible. If it wasn’t for her consciousness telling Xia Ling that this was the word “Zhu” in “undeserved gods.”
Xia Ling might have thought, what kind of painting is this?
These strokes swam in front of her, and she stretched out her hand to touch them.
However, this word seemed to have its own consciousness.
It turned around arrogantly, and the dot next to the word “Zhu” stared at her like an eye, looking around again.
Finally, it seemed to be very dissatisfied, and it bowed its head in front of Xia Ling.
Xia Ling: “…”
This posture of its, was it asking her to touch it?
She knew that these words could not be malicious to her, but it had been too arrogant before.
Xia Ling hesitated for a moment, and then reached out her hand.
When that fair hand touched the words…
A powerful warm current rushed towards her body like a dam breaking.
It was too comfortable, just like soaking in a hot spring.
Xia Ling enjoyed it, the corners of her lips curving into a smile.
However, before she could enjoy these warm currents to the fullest, Hai Hai’s voice directly rang out in her mind.
“Host, don’t sleep anymore. Three days have passed, it’s time to do the mission.”
Although she knew that Xia Ling was absorbing the main God’s consciousness, Hai Hai had no choice but to interrupt her.
Being disturbed by someone, that comfortable state immediately disappeared.
Xia Ling regained consciousness.
And in her mind, the words “undeserved gods” had reverted back to the font.
She did not feel anything when she looked at the words “Zhu” alone, but when she looked at the three words together, she could see that this font, that white and lustrous luster, was actually a little dimmer than before.
This was what she had absorbed, right? She felt the energy in her body.
Standing up, Xia Ling seemed to be refreshed, her state was unprecedentedly full.
“Let’s go and do the mission!”
