[Ding, the host dies.] 】

[Prius blackening value is 0, the blackening is cleared successfully, and the host task is completed.] 】

Successfully returned to the space, the system couldn't help but sigh for a long time: [Why didn't he leave, you didn't kill him completely, there is still a possibility of a comeback.] 】

An Yang stared at the frozen scenery in the picture, and a faint smile rose at the corner of his lips, [because he has learned to be perfect. Even if he is a teachable son, he understands love at the last moment and doesn't need to let go. 】

[Pity me for being a queen, I didn't go back to my country to spend a few drunken and dreamy lives. 】

An Yang propped up his chin with both hands, and said regretfully: [Now that I think about my original world, it doesn't seem so boring to be pursued by all beautiful men......]

[System: ......] Oops, what should I do if its host has a negative mood of slacking?!

If you go to the next world, you will have to fight it!

[System: Ahhhhh As a heartthrob, you should challenge the impossible and overcome yourself to sublimate your soul! 】

An Yang couldn't help but sigh, [This is also true, I am tired of seeing their low-IQ methods. The world without challenges is boring for me. 】

Staring at the system pointedly, it sent chills.

After coughing hard, the system snorted: [So, is the host going to the next world?] 】

Without waiting for An Yang to answer, it couldn't wait to send people out.

Under the fast, accurate, and ruthless movements, she vaguely heard Ai Ai's voice floating over from her own system, [Host, come on in the next world......]

What's going on with that grumbling voice?!

Anyang was awakened by the cold, and the bone-chilling chill rushed up from her knees, making her scalp tingle for a while.

I don't know when the snow began to fall, as if a flock of butterflies had silently descended from the cold gray clouds, covering the wasteland in front of me with a pale.

Her arms were stiff, and her body was unnaturally hot, in sharp contrast to the silver-covered ground.

With two dry coughs, the system poked its head out from behind her, [Host, are you okay?] 】

[Not good, this body has a fever,] An Yang glared at it fiercely, [What's going on? 】

[I'll send you the plot, and you'll know what's going on,] The system quietly retracted its head again, and An Yang couldn't help but twist his eyebrows with a timid look.

The moment he closed his eyes, a familiar prompt sound sounded in his mind, [Plot transmission, please pay attention to the host. 】

An Yang looked at the direction of the plot, and the corners of his mouth stiffened obviously, [So now this body is because the bed of the Demon Slaying Sect leader failed last night, and he was reprimanded and thrown out, and he has been kneeling until now? 】

[System: Ang ......]

[Anyang: I'm sick. Also, what does it mean to kneel down and lose a pair of legs and regain favor?! 】

[System: Is that it, just keep kneeling, and your legs are useless......]

Before its voice fell, Anyang had already struggled to stand up.

[System: Host, what are you going to do?!] 】

[Anyang: The body is the capital of the revolution, and my sister is no longer serving. 】

Her kneecap hurt as if it were cracked. dragging his feet heavily, Anyang finally grabbed the trunk next to him and stabilized his body.