When this plane was reincarnated, and the two of them should eliminate their traces and find a place to live, Qinghui heard the message that Qianjia reminded Mingyue that the fragment of the soul had returned.

The hand was held, the body was light, and I only felt something breathing up.

But it hasn't been felt carefully yet.

Or rather—Qinghui hasn't had time to punch yet.

Consciousness is gone.

Wait until Qinghui comes to his senses again.

The situation in front of me seems a little strange.

Looking at the inexplicable large-scale relief-like figures around him, Qinghui was sitting on the ground, first tilting his head and questioning Qiancai.

'Why was I sent away before I could make a move?' ’

Lord Spirit Sword hasn't punched Mingyue's face yet!

Light coffee: ...... This, this, this teleportation is not under my control.

Oh, that's the bright moon.

Okay, write it in a small notebook.

Qinghui looked a little puffy.

Before he could keep this account carefully, Qinghui felt a little subtle and wrong, and when he looked up, he saw a small round bubble on the top of his head, bubbling out little by little, about three or four lines, and the one that exceeded it disappeared.

Qinghui: ???

What the hell?

Qinghui subconsciously wanted to jump, but as soon as he jumped up, he saw that the bunch of small bubbles on his head turned into an exclamation mark.

Seeing that Qinghui was about to stretch out his claws to grab those things, Qianjia hurriedly smoothed his hair: "Lord Qinghui, this is related to your current situation, we haven't been able to get much mission information this time, we can only know your current status - it is in a computer. ’

Qinghui: ???

What's that?

You repeat?

Where is Lord Reimber now??

Qinghui tilted his head in confusion.

He had already stood up and taken a few steps forward.

And then there was a bang.

Crashed into something.

Qinghui subconsciously covered his head, and stepped back several steps one after another.

Okay, the tragic situation with the telephone pole happened again.

Qinghui's movements were too reckless, and the shallow coffee didn't have time to speak, seeing Qinghui squatting on the spot with his head covered.

Shrink yourself into a ball.

Light coffee: ......

It's really not bad for me this time, I said tell you not to get excited, really!

You have to run forward, this bumps into, who is it!

Then I saw that Qinghui still didn't care about the background or setting at all.

Standing up, frowning at his delicate brow, he raised his hand and groped forward.

Finally, I touched a layer of transparent cool things.

Glass like it?

Qinghui rubbed it and found that it was a flat surface.

Tilting her head slightly, she could also see a slight reflection, but this reflection seemed to be weakened in her eyes, and she couldn't see what the situation was if she didn't look carefully.

Qinghui pursed his lips slightly.

Qianjia was about to ask Qinghui to receive this few dimensional information, when he saw Qinghui raise his foot irritablely, and kicked a few times in front of him.

The hatred in her eyes is not much different from her hatred for the telephone pole at the beginning.

It's just that no one stopped her at this time, and Qianjia could only watch in silence as Qinghui tried to dismantle this layer of things.

But fortunately, because of the special nature of this plane, Qinghui can't cause damage to these things.

Qinghui was kicking the screen when he heard a somewhat elegant and slightly confused voice whispering a questioning nasal voice.