The male god of fast wear is not human

Chapter 322 Watermelon Knight, Princess Shovel (1)

"The reward is quite high this time?"

in chaos,

Kuang Qiansui stretched his waist,
Sitting cross-legged skillfully,
take a break for a few minutes,
"Let me guess, is the task difficulty upgraded?"

System No. [-]'s dog legs rubbing hands,

"The host is smart, the host is wise."

Kuang Qiansui raised his hand and rubbed his chin,
Smash it twice,

"How many levels have you upgraded? This main task...

I remember like, there is another one coming? "

System Seven,

"Not much, level one, step by step.

The host remembers correctly, there is indeed a main task,
Give Wu Dad Wu Mom old age and end of life,

Because the host died early, this is a failure.
100 bonus points are deducted accordingly. "

Kuang Chisui frowned,
He pondered and asked,

"Early death is out of my control,

You feed back to that primitive village Titi from the background,

Either make my man's blood bar longer,

Either remove the requirement of sending the pension to the end of life. "

It stands to reason,
Although she herself did not die for the elders of the Wu family,

But she was well prepared.

Under the influence of the Holy Light of Wanfu, the two elders and Wu Que,
Strong and strong, able to walk and fly.

Although she died early and was unable to support the two elders,
But her son can.

The rounding should actually be counted as completed by her.

In addition,

She bought a full set of insurance for the two elderly people,

add up to more than a billion,

Whatever is enough to enjoy the old age.

"Ugh,"

Kuang Chisui sighed,
"You systems, alas, are still too bad."

Know nothing about self-improvement.

No matter how strict the task judgment standard is,
How can we break away from reality?
Practice is the only criterion for testing truth.

System No. [-] muttered in her consciousness,
I can hear every word clearly.

Immediately cry for injustice,

"It's not me, I'm not bad!

Hey, the host is too good,
If you have an opinion, you can raise it, but it's a personal attack. "

Kuang Chitose: ...

"You..." Aren't you just a prince, where did you come from as a human body.

【Plane teleportation begins...】

System No. [-]: "Hmph!"

……

The fire blazed into the sky.

There was howling.

The cloudy ash in the air contaminates the alveoli.

Kuang Qiansui turned his back to the sky,
Limbs are weak and unconscious.

A medieval knight's armor is pressed on the body.

Armor that should be heavy and cold,
soaked in blood,

Moist and warm.

The bloody smell continuously flushed the nasal cavity with breathing.

Section after section of half feathers,

blocking most of her sight,
Densely packed, intertwined like weaving.

Screams and moans continued in my ears,
is the struggle before death,
It is unwillingness under the scythe of hell.

Kuang Qiansui was stunned for a moment,

In a trance.

She felt life draining madly,

Breathe a little harder.

"..."

want to speak,
chapped mouth,

Throat burning,

Can't make any sound.

But pain and tearing from the depths of the soul,
She couldn't help but her pupils constricted sharply.

"Ai...Ze..."

The voice of the broken gong squeezed out two words,

that she never heard,

Feeling familiar and warm, but at this moment, it is an intimate word that is extremely sad.

"Princess, live, live..."

Protecting her tall body,

keep repeating,

"Live...princess...live...ka——"

Viscous hot blood spilled on her shoulders,
drenched clothes,
Burning the skin and will like a branding iron.

"Ai, Ze..."

A few pieces of broken memories flashed in my mind,
The past pictures that do not belong to her,

Burning in the sky full of sparks,

Turned into ashes and merged into the boundless black smoke.

this moment,
Have any thoughts so strong that they go berserk,
crash into the brain,
It made Kuang Chitose feel conscious pain, which was almost unbearable.

"Number seven...!"

System No. [-] reacted quickly,
"Host, don't panic, No. [-] will send you the plot of the plane."

Kuang Chitose: ...

　Kuang Chisui: I...I can't...

　　Number seven: Mo Fang, did this bowl of spicy drama
　　Kuang Qiansui, died.

　　This article is over.

　　Number Seven: ...Ahhh, host, wake up, little Fuzi, hurry up!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)