Self-cultivation of Kuaichuan Green Tea

Chapter 2 The First Mission World (1)

"Let's go, let's start the mission." Yi Ling stepped forward and took Qu Lingyuan's hand.

Both of them looked translucent, but unexpectedly they didn't wear the mold.

After a period of dizziness, when she opened her eyes again, Qu Lingyuan slightly blocked the sudden bright light with her hand, and stared at her raised arm in a daze.

"What's wrong?" Yi Ling didn't open his mouth, and the voice rang directly in Qu Lingyuan's skull.

"It's nothing, it's just that it suddenly feels good to have a body. Before, the state of the soul has been light and light, and it can't step on the ground. It seems that something is missing." Qu Lingyuan comprehended the method of mind communication, and smiled wryly at Yiling.

Originally, she felt that there was nothing wrong with being dead, but now it seems that she still prefers to live?

Yiling rolled his eyes: "You have been a human being for more than ten years, and suddenly you become a ghost. It is normal for you not to adapt."

Qu Lingyuan couldn't deny it, and looked around her surroundings with her arms around her chest.

She was sitting on the sandalwood babu bed, her legs were covered by a thin quilt, her soft and boneless hands were pale, and the bed was separated from the room by layers of fine gauze curtains hanging down. Clear the appearance of the outside.

Qu Lingyuan leaned forward and wanted to lift the fine gauze curtain, but she didn't want to make a sudden movement to cause a burst of panting.

What kind of body is this! ?

"This is your character design in this world, Princess Yueyun who suffers from congenital heart disease." Yi Ling explained in due course.

"Congenital heart disease? This character design. Then I can only follow the route of the weak Liu Fufeng." Qu Lingyuan has a headache, it seems that this world basically has no place for happy play.

"A very mild congenital heart disease is not a big problem, and it doesn't affect your life much. In addition, each task can give you an additional skill, but the skill is random, and you can choose to draw or give up." Yiling replied formulaically. .

"Extra skills?" Qu Lingyuan didn't quite understand, "What is that?"

"Literally, there are tens of thousands of skills in the skill library. There are more heaven-defying skills, such as creation, you can create what you want out of thin air; Healing wounds; there are also relatively weak skills, such as master chef, shouldn't I need to explain it?" Yi Ling explained to Qu Lingyuan like a few treasures, obviously proficient in business.

Qu Lingyuan nodded half-understood: "In other words, which one is drawn depends entirely on luck?"

"That's right." Yi Ling gave an affirmative answer.

Qu Lingyuan has always had bad luck.
Taking a deep breath, she felt guilty and had no confidence in her heart: "It's better than nothing."

"Okay." With a wave of Yiling's little hand, a light screen was unfolded in front of Qu Lingyuan, on which there were many cards turned upside down, for Qu Lingyuan to draw, "Come on, pick one?"

"It's so high-tech?" Qu Lingyuan's eyes lit up.

This light screen, future technology.

Yiling raised his chin and snorted coldly with a proud little look on his face: "You think we will be a human world like your aborigines?"

Aboriginal people.
Qu Lingyuan felt wronged for the natives.

Deciding not to entangle with Yi Ling, she closed her eyes and randomly flipped through a card.

"How?" Qu Lingyuan, who had no confidence in her own luck, didn't even dare to open her eyes.

Recalling a certain "Itchy Mouse" game she once played, she always looked like a bear every time she drew tickets. In the end, because of the strong African popularity, she decisively chose to abandon the pit to prevent wasting youth.

"It's not bad, you still have to have some confidence in yourself." Yiling patted Qu Lingyuan's shoulder in an old-fashioned way, beckoning her to open her eyes.

"Refining?" Qu Lingyuan felt her brain knotted when she saw it.

"This is a skill with a lot of uses. For example, you can extract chemical substances from certain things without any props. This is the ancient world. People don't know anything about chemistry. If it is used to harm people Hehe, do you understand what I mean?" Yi Ling smiled sinisterly.

".understood."

Refining. But this skill doesn't seem to be useful for congenital heart disease.

The top priority is to be in good health, otherwise how would she act like a demon with such a crooked body?

But it's also the same reason, congenital heart disease always needs to be treated by surgery, and any skills are useless unless you have surgical skills.

But it's not right to think so. With surgical skills, she can't open her chest, can she?
After a moment of silence, Qu Lingyuan raised her hand thoughtfully.
"What are you doing? Extracting oxygen???" Yi Ling admired the brain circuit of this new tasker.

Qu Lingyuan nodded: "Congenital heart disease will lead to hypoxia. When hypoxia occurs, it will cause dyspnea and chest tightness. I don't want to pant when I move a little like just now."

As he said that, while supplying himself with oxygen, he opened the curtain with his hands.

The maid guarding outside the bed immediately came over to help when she heard the sound: "Princess! You call us for something, how can you do it yourself."

Qu Lingyuan is silent, can't she do it herself even if she pulls the curtain?Is she a congenital heart disease, or does she have no limbs?

"I want to go out for a walk." Qu Lingyuan pulled her legs out of the quilt involuntarily, preparing to get out of bed.

The maid quickly stopped her: "Princess! Your body"

"No problem, just wear shoes for me." Qu Lingyuan frowned in displeasure, her attitude was firm.

If you lie on this bed all day, what else do you do?

"Yes." The maid saw that she was slightly angry, so she had to obey.

At this moment, Qu Lingyuan, who was enjoying the service, was still quietly communicating with Yi Ling.

"It's pretty quick to get into the drama," Yi Ling nodded in satisfaction, "I'll transmit the previous plot to you, you can accept it."

"it is good."

As soon as Qu Lingyuan agreed, she was overwhelmed by the introduction of the plot information that filed in.

After being waited on by someone to change her clothes, she moved to the chair in front of the dressing table, and the maid digested the data while dressing her.

(End of this chapter)