Quick Transmigration: I'm a little expert at dismantling CP

Chapter 957 Phoenix Totem

Because she couldn't get rid of Meng Changting, Sang Xin became more and more annoyed, and said angrily, "Don't you know that rich people have a lot of business?"

Meng Changting raised his eyebrows noncommittally, then let go of his hand suddenly, making Sang Xin stagger.

She said, "Do you have any misunderstandings about rich people?"

Sang Xin shook her head decisively: "No, it's just that poverty limits my imagination."

It seemed that he was choked by Sang Xin's words, or maybe he didn't want to stick his face to her cold ass, anyway, Meng Changting stopped talking and walked to the fifth floor first.

Seeing this, Sang Xin had no choice but to keep up, no matter how unwilling she was, this mission still had to be done, otherwise it would be a waste of a mission life.

This building is quite inhumane, there are no elevators on such floors, so Sang Xin can only resign herself to her fate and climb up from floor to floor.

The second floor is a strategy mission, the third floor is a sci-fi mission, the fourth floor is her last miracle mission, and the fifth floor is their destination.

The decorations here are all antique, and the npcs walking inside are all dressed in ancient costumes, which look like a play, as if they are acting.

Although it wasn't the first time for Sang Xin to do tasks on the ancient plane, it was indeed the first time she came to this floor, so she couldn't help but take a few more glances.

But Meng Changting was different, she walked to an octagonal pavilion with flying eaves familiarly, sat down at the stone table, and then waved to Sang Xin.

Sang Xin walked over without knowing why, and sat down at the stone table following Meng Changting's example. Only then did she realize that there was a slot in the middle of the table, which could just fit a card.

Is it?
Sang Xin couldn't help but cast her eyes on Meng Changting, and when he reached out to her, she obediently handed over her half of the card.

Meng Changting took the cards, combined them into one, put them into the card slot, and then spread his hands, palms up, on the table.

Sang Xin then spread her hands on the table with her palms up, but Meng Changting looked at her with a funny look.

"Why?" Sang Xin replied angrily.

Meng Changting just moved his hand and said: "Put your hand up and hold it tightly, otherwise I don't care if I get thrown out later."

throw it out?What does it mean?Sang Xin said that she didn't understand, and was about to ask, when the stone table suddenly turned and answered her question.

Moreover, the stone table reached a terrifying speed in a short period of time, as if it was about to throw out the souls of both of them!
Sang Xin could only hold onto Meng Changting's hand tightly, and shouted, "Is there still such an operation?! I'll go!"

While she was shouting, her voice was trembling, but she heard Meng Changting's voice calmly said: "Sang Xin, you are too condescending. It's not good to spread the word if you shout!"

At that time, Sang Xin was so full of thoughts that she was about to fly, she never thought about when Meng Changting knew her name.

Finally, she felt that her soul was out of place and began to go to an unknown time and space.

How rough!this way!
Before losing consciousness, Sang Xin still didn't forget to say something like this...

"My lord, my lord, the Crown Princess summoned my lord."

There is a saying that is true, nine times out of ten the traveler wakes up from the bed, and the tasker is also almost inseparable.

Sang Xin was awakened by a gentle female voice, and when she opened her eyes, she saw gorgeous veils.

She turned her head slightly, and a woman in ancient costume in Tsing Yi was kneeling at the bottom of the bed with her head bowed, with a respectful posture.

Oh, it really is a very high status!
(End of this chapter)