After Xi Ying returned to the main god space, Xiao Yiyi came over.
[Host, host, are you having fun in this plane?]
"It's okay." Xi Ying said calmly.
At first, I was a little uncomfortable with Yi Rong's personality being affected by her IQ and EQ, but later I found that her heartless, simple and happy feeling was quite good.
[Reporting to the host, all the missions of the Lord God have been completed, and the accumulated points are currently 95,000 points.]
"What's your level?" Although she knew it wouldn't be much, Xi Ying still asked.
After all, this is what matters.
[Hmm... now it's ninety-two million three thousand and fifty-four... ]
Xi Ying: "..."
If I had known earlier I would not have asked, and asking would only cause trouble.
[Host, do you want to take a rest? Or should we go directly to the next plane?]Xiao Yiyi saw that something was wrong with Xi Ying's expression and quickly changed the subject.
Xi Ying walked to the bed and lay down, closed her eyes and asked, "What is the next plane?"
[Reporting to the host, it is an ancient fantasy plane.]
"Can you know the specific details of the mission?"
[… cannot.]
Xi Ying said no more.
She is a little tired.
This kind of tiredness is not tired of the body and mind, but tired of the soul.
After all, every time he travels to a new dimension, he travels through it in the form of Xi Ying's soul.
Although there was no damage to her soul, the fatigue of her soul was no joke.
[In this case, host, you should have a good rest. I will call you when the time comes.]Xiao Yiyi said softly, and then left quietly.
Xi Ying seemed to have heard Xiao Yiyi's words, but she seemed not to have heard them.
As soon as she touched the bed in the main god's space, she couldn't help but want to sleep.
It seemed that this bed could relieve the fatigue of her soul.
…
Snapped!
A clear whip sound cut through the air, heading straight towards the unconscious girl on the ground.
The girl's purple clothes had been whipped to pieces, and her body was covered with whip marks.
It was obvious that she had been whipped more than once.
It was precisely because of the severe pain that she fainted.
Seeing that the whip was about to hit the girl, the girl suddenly opened her eyes and grabbed...
Well.
The speed of the spiritual whip was too fast and I couldn't catch it.
Although she did not catch the spiritual whip, she also dodged it with flexible movements.
Seeing this scene, the beautiful girl holding the whip froze, "Murong Yuan, you're not dead yet?"
Xi Ying had just rolled around on the ground to avoid the girl's spiritual whip. The whip wounds all over her body made her extremely painful.
Now when the girl asked this question, she said angrily: "Haven't you heard a saying? Bad people don't live long, but good people live for a thousand years!"
"Hmph! That's all nonsense! But since you're not dead, let me see just how tenacious your vitality is!" Murong Xiyu handed the spiritual whip in her hand to the maid next to her, and pointed her finger at the male servant next to her. Got the hook.
The footman walked over respectfully.
Murong Xiyu said a few words in the servant's ear.
"Yes." The manservant nodded.
Then, the male servant asked several people to join him. Each person lifted one of Xi Ying's legs or arms to lift Xi Ying who was still lying on the ground.
"What are you going to do? Put me down quickly!" Xi Ying struggled in the air.
However, for the slaves with spiritual power, this struggle is nothing at all.
"Third Miss, please stop struggling. Who in Fenglin Continent doesn't know that you are a useless person who cannot cultivate spiritual power