Chapter 121: Retreat

As soon as the man left, the door slammed shut.

Yan Xiao lay on the bed, rubbing her stomach, complaining about the system.

"Why didn't you inject the needle prick code into my hand just now, I hurt Fu Qianqian to death and make her howl a few times."

- Sorry, the host's needs are not detected.

Does this matter still need to be tested?

For the first time, it injected the code itself.

"When you need to say it, you won't be more conspicuous."

- The system is immersed in joy and cannot extricate itself, and it is not the fault of the system that it fails to sense the external situation of the host in time.

The stiff mechanical voice of Yangtze River No. 7 carried a little excitement.

It was the first time in so long time that Yan Xiao had heard it so happy, and couldn't help asking.

"What's so good about making you so happy."

β€”β€”After the failure of the Y drug program last night, the system was locked in a small black room, until it was released just now, and as soon as it came out, I found that the host's points had risen to more than 30,000 points, and the host could choose to add the points to other skills, or wait until 100,000 points were added to the fighting skills.

"Really?" When Yan Xiao heard 30,000 points, her stomach didn't hurt anymore, and her mood improved.

- Really, really, host, what the hell happened to you last night, how did you add points so quickly?

The system said that it was very curious about this, thinking that it would be able to get points like this every day in the future, and the day when it would be upgraded to an advanced system was just around the corner.

……

His face turned red, and Yan Xiao stammered: "No...... It's nothing. ”

- No, there should be something.

Points don't grow for no reason.

"If you say nothing, it's gone, I'm going to sleep, don't bother me."

- Host, tell me why you are increasing your points and what you did?

"Stand down!"

- Chirp.

The system will take the initiative to drop the connection, this function she likes.

Yan Xiao lay on the bed and held her cheeks, a pair of clear eyes were sly, and her eyes were shining.

Gu Beichi is really her artifact, she has increased by more than 30,000 points overnight, and if she has another 70,000 points, she can add it to her fighting skills.

Now the physical fitness is still poor, compared to the real killer, you can't beat it!

When sleepiness hit, Yan Xiao turned over and slowly closed his eyes.

I was tossed all day and was exhausted.

……

Fu family, second floor.

"Qianqian, you tell your mother the truth, what did Yan Xiao do to you." Lu Ping asked sharply, why did she give birth to a daughter who could only cry and cry!

Since returning in the afternoon, Fu Qianqian has been holding her knees, hiding in the corner of the bed, staring out the window with blank eyes.

It wasn't until Yan Xiao came back that Fu Qianqian reacted.

And now back in the room, it's like that again.

Lu Ping stretched out her hand to comfort Fu Qianqian, but she knew that as soon as she touched Fu Qianqian, she would dodge and tremble.

This reaction was too exciting, and Lu Ping faintly felt that it was not simple.

Fu Qianqian turned sideways, buried her head in her knees, and did not answer Lu Ping.

When Lu Ping saw this, he suddenly became angry: "You look like this, no wonder you can't argue, you give up on yourself, it's useless." ”

This sentence struck Fu Qianqian's heart, she raised her head and shouted urgently: "What is good about that slut, how can I not compete with her." ”

"Whose bed is Gu Beichi in, you still can't understand? Crying every day, making trouble every day, is it useful? ”

Lu Ping's tone of hatred made Fu Qianqian's heart hurt even more, and tears fell straight down.

"Mom, even you are standing on Yan Xiao's side?"

"You are my daughter, my mother must be on your side, Qianqian, there is something you can't solve, you tell your mother, and your mother will help you solve it."

Lu Ping lowered her tone and explained gently, not daring to touch Fu Qianqian with both hands, for fear that she would be excited.

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