......

If Song Jin hadn't stayed in this world all the time, the system would probably think that she had gone back to the real world and actually felt the staff's thoughts so clearly.

"I calculated, in the virtual world in the past hundred years, the reality is equivalent to only two or three days in the past, according to the sensitivity of that group of people, there will definitely be no abnormality in ten days and half a month, so I can go to three or four worlds to repair my soul."

"But, Brother Tong, have you found a way to make my soul grow faster?" Song Jin said, "Wei Yan's breath can barely make my parents quiet down and stop beeping, but my soul is still a weak chicken," she muttered to herself: "Yes, why am I still a weak chicken." ”

...... Can you not be so arrogant about your weak chicken?

Looking is found, but the method is a bit bloody.

"Bloody?" Song Jin squinted and touched his chin, "I think I'm a little excited when you say that." ”

...... The Quiet Way of the System:

Since you said that the soul of the mission target is the Extreme Yin Soul, the first method is to use your soul to devour his soul, but there are too many ghosts in this world, if you swallow his soul, you will become the Extreme Yin Soul, and it is easy to attract ghosts, so this method is not recommended for the time being.

The second method: he is an extreme yin soul, and his body is an extreme yin physique, and any part of his body will more or less carry yin qi, like ginseng, he can make up for it wherever he eats, of course, the effect is weaker than devouring the soul.

"You're trying to make me cannibal?" Song Jin was shocked, fantasizing about the picture of himself holding Wei Yan's arm and gnawing on his face covered with blood, and trembled, "No, no, I'm not mentally prepared yet." ”

The system can't stand it: where do you want to go? I'll let you suck his blood! Blood!! Blood!!! Not to eat his meat, ok? Of course, his spit can also be used, but the effect is weaker than blood.

Song Jin thought about the souls of more than a dozen people on his body, if he wanted to make these sleeping souls stronger, spitting would definitely not work, if he had blood, he would have to suck Wei Yan dry, right?

However, when he thought of blood, Song Jin remembered that at noon, the chicken whose neck was wiped and blood was splashed everywhere, and he trembled violently in fright.

"Isn't there a more normal way?" Song Jin's face was full of black lines, "I can't slash Wei Yan for no reason, and then suck his blood with the reason that I feel guilty and want to help him stop the bleeding, right?" ”

...... It's good, in such a short period of time, the script of the bloodsucking story has been made up in the brain.

The system paused, as if suddenly thinking of something, and was silent for a while: Actually... You don't have to suck his blood.

“？？？”

***

Ten days of filming passed quickly.

After more than ten days of farm work, the group was more or less tanned.

Before leaving, Song Jin still didn't give up, and sprayed sunscreen on his body expressionlessly.

Wei Yan looked at the little girl who sprayed sunscreen every day, and was still a degree darker, leaning against the body, raising her eyebrows, and sneering, "What are you spraying?" Melanin? You're dark enough. ”

“......”

Song Jin glanced at him hatefully, looking at the skin on his face that had not been sunscreened but had not turned black at all, and was even getting whiter, jealousy suddenly jumped, screamed, and threw himself at him.

"Wei dog, you're dead!"