Qian Xixi would never remind you how stupid this white-haired dumpling is. Anyway, it is just a little idiot because it talks too much, and it cannot decide anything except for providing plot information.

Whether to change groups and whether to use points is determined by the host.

Of course, the system can choose to upgrade its points if the host allows it.

It is said that the higher the level the system, the more permissions it can unlock.

But White Haired Tuanzi is a primary system, which has just been born, so it doesn't know what permissions it can unlock...

These are all information obtained by money carefully slandering before entering the world.

After unilaterally blocking the white-haired balls, Qian Xixi's ears became much quieter. After sleeping for a headache, Qian Xixi was awakened by a cold wave.

The bright light made Qian Xixi feel uncomfortable for a few seconds. He reached out to block the light source and a shadow fell in front of him.

Qian Xixi opened his eyes and faced Yan Yuheng, who had his own fierce and evil spirited cold-faced aura.

Oh, waiver.

Hello, male protagonist.

As a male protagonist, Yan Yuheng's appearance must be outstanding. However, because he has a cold face all year round and his ruthless and ruthless means, he has a terrifying halo like the "King of Hell" that he has, so everyone who faces him is very stressed, even the heroine in the early stage is the same.

Except for the money.

"He looks pretty good." Qian Xixi complained in his heart.

The white-haired Tuanzi, who will automatically be unblocked after being blocked for an hour, seemed to have found hope: "Host, do you like handsome men! Do we want to transfer to the strategy group? You can guide all kinds of handsome men and reach the peak of your life!"

"...get out." Qian Xixi blocked the white-haired dumpling again.

"Are you hungry?" Yan Yuheng didn't know what Qian Xixi was complaining to Baimao Tuanzi in his heart. He just saw that Qian Xixi didn't wake up today as usual. When he saw him, he trembled and screamed, and he felt a little happy.

I wanted to show a soft expression, but I had the aura of "If you dare to mess with me, you will die without a place to bury me", even a faint smile turned into a gloomy sneer.

...It looks even more gloomy.

No wonder the original owner is so scared!

Who wouldn't be afraid?

Qian Xixi was tense of his heart that wanted to complain, as stable as an old dog, and replied in a weak voice: "I'm anxious to pee."

Yan Yuheng:...

White-haired dumplings:...

What a weird scene.

Host pill.

Baimao Tuanzi imagined Qian Xixi's scene of the male protagonist's illness because these three words did not appear. Instead, Yan Yuheng was silent for two seconds after hearing Qian Xixi's answer, and then looked at her with a deep look, "Do you want me to accompany you?"

Now it's a thin black thread for money.

God’s mother accompanied us to the bathroom. We are not of the same gender! We still think that when we were in school, our girls went to the bathroom together!

"No." Qian Xixi lifted the quilt and stood up in a complicated mood. She knew where the toilet was when she received all the memories.

It just moves a bit slow - the chain is too heavy!

The room where Qian Xixi sleeps is very small, because Yan Yuheng is worried that Qian Xixi will run away if he is not at home, so he locked her in the room.

Yan Yuheng would not give money to unlock it carefully when she came back, but she could walk to the toilet at the door of the room. No matter how much she had, she wouldn't think about it.

Even Yan Yuheng prepared the meal, and brought a small table on the bed for the money to eat carefully.

Regarding why a boss cooks—the main reason is that he doesn’t want others to know that the money is in the villa.

He can only be the only one in Qian Xixi's world. Even the private doctor who gave Qian Xixi's treatment was a confidant who had been with Yan Yuheng for many years. If Yan Yuheng had not had time to study medicine, he would probably want to get started with treatment in person.

This crazy possessiveness.

It's awkward to go to the toilet, quite awkward.

Qian Xixi complained in her heart for the Nth time that she had slept for several hours and was urged to go to the toilet, but the iron chain was stuck and the door could not be closed. How clear the sound of her going to the toilet would be transmitted into Yan Yuheng's ears without sound insulation...

I'm damn!

The most important thing is that the white-haired Tuanzi, who was blocked and unable to speak, was not allowed to peek at the host to solve personal problems, directly broadcast the scene of Yan Yuheng staring at her toilet door...

Damn it!

Does she have to worry about money?!

I solved my personal problems as fast as possible and moved to the toilet door at the slowest speed. After doing psychological construction for unknown amounts, I finally opened the door.

No one loves his hands in the bag.

Qian Xixi couldn't help it: "You didn't hear anything just now! You didn't see anything!"

It was true that I didn't see it. Although the toilet door could not be closed, it could still block the scene inside.

As for not hearing...

Yan Yuheng looked at Qian's vivid expression, and his heart seemed to be misty and opened another small mouth, and then he chose to be deaf.

"Are you hungry?" Yan Yuheng asked again with his gloomy sneer.

"Hungry." The man was under the eaves and had to bow his head. Although she was ready to use a toilet stop to suck Yan Yuheng's memory, after checking the scars in the toilet, Qian Xixi was desperate to find that the strength of the enemy and us was huge.

Stay calm and don't panic, there is no big problem.

She spent all night with Yan Yuheng safely. Perhaps because of the original owner's many tricks of death, Yan Yuheng's requirements for her were so low that she would not get sick if she didn't want to escape. However, given that the original owner was dying many times, Yan Yuheng's credit was extremely low in Yan Yuheng's heart, so she didn't even think about untiing the iron chain.

Yan Yuheng is a president. The successful president who stepped on his father's family industry corpse means he is very busy.

Although he returned to the villa with stable work and rest every day, with a stable schedule and noon and evening, he still wanted to cook carefully, but Qian Xixi was still so bored that he wanted to die.

The dark room had nothing but the bed. For the original owner, he could only talk to himself except to sleep.

If you are a normal person who is locked in a dark place for a long time, you will be crazy!

Baimao Tuanzi gave serious advice: "Host, don't we have a skill card? You can redeem a lock-picking skill so that we can escape!"

After careful consideration, the money refused it in a moving way.

"Stay calm and don't panic, we can cultivate immortality."

The white-haired dumpling was stunned: "Cultivate, cultivate immortals?"

"Yes," Qian Xixi said seriously. "I have read novels for many years and summarized a Heart Sutra from many fantasy novels in cultivation. If it weren't for the sudden death that bound you, I might have already practiced..."

"Oh, no. At that time, I had to work hard for life and reject blind dates from friends and neighbors. I was too tired and had no time. Isn't it just right now? Look at me, I don't have to worry about life. It would be a waste not to use it to cultivate immortals every day!"

White-haired dumplings:...

It's over.
Chapter completed!