C8

Of course, Han Zi Mo had not really lost consciousness, but at the moment, her consciousness had already slipped into the space, secretly feeling proud of her intelligence. Although she was missing a test subject, she had already revealed so many secrets, so if she displayed another set of medical skills, Mu Rong Cheng would definitely be suspicious.

Martial Arts System, Weapon System, Pet. Object system, planting system, space system, medicine system, which of these five systems only required 1000 points to survive?

"Activating pet system to 100 points."

Who would say … Pet. Things are even weaker than Master? This system must have thought that she was a feces shoveling official. In this damned place, who would be so free as to become a fecal shoveling official? Ahh, wasting 100 points, how infuriating … …

Random?

Noticing the flashing small gift box in the upper left corner, the depressed Han Zi Mo casually opened it and an apple-like interface appeared. At the same time, a small prompt popped out: 1000 points for a lottery chance, there was a chance of obtaining an Intermediate High Level and Divine Pet.

Divine pet?

was so excited that he almost jumped up. He had the chance, maybe it was the golden thumb that was specially prepared for her. He put both of his hands together and said a few words to himself, "Holy Spirit, Earth Spirit, Spirit." One appeared on the tablet, eh, ant?

"Congratulations, you have obtained a high level spirit pellet." "Pet, one carburgher."

Following the cold robotic voice of the female, a row of cabinets suddenly appeared on the wall to the left of the storage room. In one of them was a fire red ant lying on the ground, Han Zi Mo walked up to the grid and looked at the grain sized ant, his lips twitching. A High Rank Spiritual Pet that could be crushed with a finger?

What he wanted was a golden finger. What could an ant do? If not, using it to play with the low level rules would be good. It hurt, his heart hurt, Han Zi Mo wanted to die so much.

"Woman, you're awake?"

When Han Zi Mo opened her eyes in despair, she realized that Mu Rong Cheng was sitting on a tall tree with her in her arms.

He did not know what a sensation it would be for a beginner system to be upgraded to Intermediate Level. But in just a few seconds, Han Zi Mo, whose mind had already gone through a hundred turns, shook his body and nestled into Mu Rong Cheng's embrace. "Your Lordship, I wonder if you can send little girl back to his house."

"True appearance?"

Han Zi Mo blinked her watery eyes, and looked at Mu Rong Cheng innocently. With a face full of puzzlement: "little girl doesn't understand Your Lordship's words."

"Everyone says that you are a piece of trash. I don't believe that a piece of trash would be able to kill an earth attributed cultivator with a wooden stick."

Mu Rong Cheng said, grabbing Han Zi Mo's chin, her sharp eyes looking to pierce deep into her soul.

He had initially been unable to see through this woman. He thought that she was only hiding her cultivation level, but he had already investigated that this woman was born useless. She didn't have any spiritual energy in her dantian, so she shouldn't have such explosive strength.

If not for the terrifying scene of Jin Zhu's head exploding, Mu Rong Cheng truly felt that there must have been a mistake.

Looking at the expression in Mu Rong Cheng's eyes, Han Zi Mo felt a little scared in the bottom of her heart. However, her, who had been a major in the field of performance for three years, still looked calm on the surface, and a hint of sadness innocently flashed across her face. Tears immediately floated into his eyes, "Your Lordship, isn't little girl just so terrifying?

"Not at all."

Seeing that Han Zi Mo was actually about to cry, Mu Rong Cheng's hands seemed as if they had been burned, and retracted. Han Zi Mo, on the other hand, was already choked with sobs: "Your Lordship doesn't know, little girl is sick, a strange disease."

"Hmm?"

The current Mu Rong Cheng looked at the teary eyes of Han Zi Mo and her heart almost shattered. This kind of unprecedented heartache made him not even have the ability to think normally, and he only hugged Han Zi Mo painfully. "Don't cry, true body will hear you."

"There is another evil soul residing in the body of the little girl. When the little girl is bullied or has her life hanging by a thread, she will occupy the body of the little girl, bringing about a very scary thing."

Han Zi Mo said as she covered her face with both hands, her shoulders trembling slightly. "Your Lordship, did little girl do something terrifying just now?"

"What a joke, what could cause the true body to feel fear?"

Mu Rong Cheng shouted coldly, completely unaware of the bowing head of Han Zi Mo. The corner of his mouth hooked up as he laughed complacently.

"Then can Your Lordship return to the Han Mansion?"

When Han Zi Mo raised her head again, her face was covered in tears. Just like that, she looked at Mu Rong Cheng with misty eyes, causing his heart to suddenly be smashed.

Mu Rong Cheng clenched his teeth and snorted, flying away while carrying Han Zi Mo.

This guy was a little strange.

Han Zi Mo rubbed her nose, being tactful and silent, but she quickly realised that what Mu Rong Cheng was bringing her was not the Han Mansion in her memories, but a house that had just been built, a new home?

Han Zi Mo scratched her head. It seemed that she left not long ago.

The main culprit at the side, seeing Han Zi Mo's confused look, smiled slightly. No matter what, this woman was so cute when she was stupid, and was to his liking.

"true body saw that your mansion is old, so we destroyed it and ordered the great general to move."

This was a lie, and Mu Rong Cheng's face didn't turn red at all. Han Zi Mo suspiciously looked at him, and kept feeling that something was amiss.

The crimson door was pulled open by a servant, and unexpectedly, it was the Great General Han Qing Hao who came out to welcome them, "I did not know that Your Lordship would come, and did not welcome us from afar, please forgive me."

At this moment, Han Qing Hao's heart was in pain. A good General Han Palace was ruined because of Mu Rong Cheng's one bad mood, the current could only be considered a side courtyard, it was incomparable to her previous demeanor, the key point was that this grievance could only be swallowed into her stomach, she could not even hold back her fart.