Gan.

Mu Yuanfei didn't expect that he would fall asleep again.

What's wrong with me today, as if I am particularly sleepy, my first two eyelids are up and down, tightly slit, and the whole person slid into sleep solidly.

When did you start to fall unconscious this time?

Mu Yuanfei tried hard to recall, it seemed that soon after Luo Wende introduced the world view of the game, and then announced the list of duels between the two and two, she was in poor spirits, yawning repeatedly, and then her eyes were closed-

But she felt that it couldn't be entirely her fault either. Lowende, who was sitting on her right, didn't know what fragrance lingered, and she was drowsy, and she couldn't be blamed for wanting to sleep......

By the way, what kind of dreams did you have this time?

Unlike the last time he forgot everything, this time Mu Kite still has some memories.

Dream ...... She sat in front of the cloudy windowpane and watched the slender legs of insects come and go in front of her...... Later, she seemed to have slashed something in the city, as if - not only in the city, volcanoes, interstellar, dungeons, mass graves, warped space, many, many places, due to the limitations of dream memory, she couldn't remember, and there was another sentence that had just been very impressive in the dream, but she couldn't remember it now, only some fragmented words remained, what "underestimated", what "this passed"......

Forget it, don't want to.

And then, what?

Be...... In a field of wheat, the wind blows the ears of rice growing in it, setting off golden waves, and at the end of the waves, a man sits.

Who is it?

Mu Kite flew over.

She saw it......

A face that looks exactly like hers.

"Smack."

Mu Kite flew awake.

Her head was still dizzy, she was sweating profusely, and her throat was very dry. Her eyes widened and she stared at the ceiling for a moment before she realized something was wrong.

This is not her room.

Although she hadn't slept a day in the attic of Wallis's cafeteria, she recognized the difference between the roof of the attic and the roof of the room here.

Where is this?

Mu Yuanfei got up while wondering, lowered her head, and a towel folded into a small rectangle fell from her forehead, wet, but already a little hot. She paused for a while, and understood why she suddenly felt uncomfortable after waking up, and then felt that her nose began to block and her throat itched.

She coughed vigorously and reached for the towel with her weak fingers, her gaze inadvertently scanning the unfolding inventory below her field of vision, and noticing the object in the second slot of the inventory.

Mu Yuanfei's eyes widened.

It used to be the Golden Pickaxe, the first item she had acquired in this world, and now—

Mu Yuanfei took it out.

It was bigger than she had imagined, and the moment it was taken out of the inventory, Mu Fei seemed to be able to hear the little icon "Duang" in the inventory popping up the soundtrack in her hand.

It was a huge scythe glowing with cold light, and it was very simple in style. The arc blade is like a sharp hook silver moon, which can cut the throat of each type of target, cut arteries of different thicknesses, and harvest different modes of life anytime, anywhere. The handle is long and slender, yet powerful, and guarantees that no mistakes will occur, and it will be accurate to the end point of each life. And in the attribute column, I saw it understated-

"It's not decorated, it's easy to use."

Mu Yuanfei stared at the artifact that transformed from the mining god pickaxe into the death sickle, and was studying a few beautiful words of complaint, when her door was slammed open, Qiqi's figure flashed in, she opened her mouth, probably wanting to confide in a few words of concern, but when the words came to her mouth, she was forced to cut off in her throat by the fierce scene in front of her.

The two looked at each other. For a moment, Qiqi estimated that she couldn't think of anything else for a while, so she stumbled at Mu Yuan Fei according to the original plan-

"You...... Is it better? ”