Quick Transmigration:Report to the Host,You Have Been Attacked!

Xi Ying called out, "jump!"

She jumped down.

Yan Yin is floating around her.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, are you stupid? Do you forget that I am a ghost? I don't have to jump. I just float

Yan Yin's words have not been finished, the whole person Oh no, the whole soul hit a coffin.

When Xi Ying jumped down, she grabbed the vine on the cliff and slid down, so she didn't hit anything.

When she saw that as a soul, she should have worn the words from the coffin, and even hit the coffin, her eyes lit up.

This place is where Yan Yin's body is stored.

And this coffin can stop the ghost of Yan Yin, which shows that there is the body of Yan Yin inside!

"Exchange props, open the coffin!" Xi Ying said to Xiaoyi.

OK! 】

Xi Ying thought and ran to the side of the coffin and lifted it with both hands -

the coffin that had been dusty for many years was lifted by her, just like opening the lid of a pencil box.

But if Xi Ying doesn't exchange for special props, she can't lift it for ten thousand years.

After special treatment, the coffin could not be opened after closing.

The coffin was lifted to one side, and Yan Yin was almost crushed to death by the heavy cover.

He coughed and floated to Xi Ying. "Do you want to kill me? Don't let me be killed by He Lin at that time. Instead, I will be played to death by you carelessly

Xi Ying couldn't tell his mind.

Her eyes were all focused on the white bones in front of her.

She felt very painful.

It's not physical pain, but pain that seems to come from the depths of the soul.

The location of the heart, good pain, good pain.

This is not her pain as Xi Ying, but as Xing Xi.

Lord God task 1, help Yanyin find his body, let him enter the reincarnation smoothly.

This mission is also the wish of Xingxi craftsmen.

Xi Ying covered his heart position, in front of a flower, fell into the coffin.

"Xingxi, Xingxi, what's wrong with you? Xingxi, don't scare me, Xingxi!"

Yan Yin reached out to pull Xi Ying, but she was led to fall into the coffin.

Under Xi Ying's body is a pile of white bones, which is quite frightening.

But now, she felt the pain all over her body as if it had been alleviated by these bones.

"Xingxi, how are you? How pale you look! Your lips are white Yan Yin and Xi Ying squeeze together in this small coffin.

Xi Ying struggled to open her eyes.

Yanyin is a ghost. When he was squeezed on the bed with Xi Ying in the dormitory before, his soul could cross the railing and hang in the air.

But now, the coffin has restrictions on him. He can't go through the coffin. He can only squeeze in like a man.

More popularity, less ghost.

"Words chant." Xi Ying slowly raised the corner of the mouth, reluctantly smile, "she has always liked you."

"She? Who is she? Do you mean craftsmen

"Well."

"Oh, how long has that been? What do you say?

Besides, I just have a little impression of the craftsman. I can't even remember what she looks like.

So it doesn't matter whether she likes me or not.

Xingxi, if you have to say something you like or not, I'll ask you. "

Speaking of this, Yanyin was obviously a little nervous, but he had to pretend that he was not nervous at all.

"I want to ask you, do you like me?"