【Naming Success】

[The current world is the continent of Jeria]

[Has world coordinates of: Jerea Continent, None]

[Thank you value: 0]

"That's it, isn't it?" Mir didn't rush to leave, just stood there and studied the system.

Soon, Mir quickly figured out what this thing was all about.

"This is too bad, it costs 100,000 thanks to crossing to the weakest plane!"

"And what is called being thanked in order to get thank you, is there no other way?!"

"Oh, so there's an option to complete the mission. But this task function has been destroyed by me.,I can still accept a hairy mission.。 ”

If you want to travel through the world, the amount of gratitude you need is very expensive.

100,000 thanks-you-low planes, 1,000,000-level planes, 1,000,000-level planes, 10,000,000-level planes.

And when you cross and cross over, what world you can go to, in addition to the world you have been to, is to randomly find the world to enter by the 'good guy system'.

The 'Great Good Guy System' does not provide a search option, only records and random exploration entered.

In addition, because Mir has broken the 'Great Good Guy System' and caused the loss of functionality, the only way to get thank you points at the moment is to thank others.

"Here's the problem, a living person can provide a maximum of 10 gratitude points, which means that if I want to travel through a weak world, even if it is a weak world, I need 10,000 people to thank me. ”

"Thank you ......"

The big devil needs to be thanked by others?

"It's ridiculous!"

That being said, Mir still took this thing into the depths of his soul, while leaving a trace of consciousness to observe at all times, in case anything happened.

"Master!master?!"

Far away, a crisp voice came from not far away, and when I turned my head, it was a girl dressed in a maid's dress.

She has short brown hair, big ocean-blue eyes, and a pair of proud peaks under her white collarbones.

The tight-fitting black and white maid dress squeezed the pair of peaks out of the air. The slender waist is not enough to hold Yingying, as if it will be broken at any time.

"The host the host. The maid finally saw an emaciated figure standing not far away.

I saw her grab the long skirt under her, revealing her white thighs, and trotting towards Mir.

This was to facilitate movement, but also to avoid her precious maid dress, not to be scratched by branches and stones.

"Master, it's time for us to go back, it's almost noon. The maid lowered her skirt and stood up straight with a serious expression.

This is Valery, Mir's maid, his slave alone.

Ten years ago, when Mir was out playing, he bought it from a woman who looked like she was about to starve to death.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, a little girl with yellow and thin muscles would grow up like this, budding and moving.

Mir gave her a calm look.

"Let's go. ”

As for the corpse next to him?

Leave it alone.

The beasts of this forest will soon come out for this lunch.

Valerie stood still, taking one more look at the strange man's body.

"Strange clothes. ”

She could feel that the man was dressed completely differently from them, but seeing that Mir was walking away, she gave up the idea of exploring and chased after him with her skirt.

The two walked in the forest one after the other, walking smoothly in the forest.

"Speaking of which, Valerie, where have you cultivated the martial arts that I passed on you?" Mir was referring to the martial arts he had imparted.

External strength: the kung fu of exercising muscles, muscles, skin, and muscles.

Internal strength: exercise the five internal organs in the body, and focus on prolonging life.

Both internal and external martial arts are martial arts aimed at the physical body, and they are also castrated versions of immortal cultivation exercises, which are things that a group of people who are not qualified to cultivate immortals and choose instead.

But I have to admit that the immortal cultivation method after castration can allow most ordinary people to cultivate and gain extraordinary power.

Those who practice external and internal skills call themselves martial arts people.

Once, because of boredom, Mir would take out some of his castrated martial arts from time to time to pass them on. Let those so-called martial arts people fight for their heads on the rivers and lakes, and cause a bloody storm.

Valery's face stiffened, and she said weakly: "Master, actually... I don't understand what you mean by third-rate and second-rate when you tell me. ”

The so-called third-rate and second-rate is a division of their own strength by the martial arts people.

Normally, if people in the martial arts want to know whether they are strong or not, they generally find a famous master, visit them, and then slash each other, defeat or draw, and then judge their strength.

However, in this world, Mir has only taught Valerie alone, and he can't judge his strength by fighting other martial arts people.

"Then you jump on the spot and jump up as hard as you can. Mir didn't want to waste his tongue and explained the difference between a third-rate master and a second-rate master again, so he simply let Valerie jump on the spot.

With his eyesight, as long as Valery jumps up with all his strength, he can naturally tell where Valery's strength is.

"Good. Valerie took a step back, her legs straining and her body like a gravityless feather, leaping up above the height of the trees beside her.

Mir looked at the black under Valery's skirt, and her face was a little strange.

"Is this little guy dressed so maturely now? It's almost as if it's not dressed at all. ”

He could say that he had grown up watching Valerie, but he didn't expect that only ten years had passed.

Valerie has not only changed dramatically in appearance, but also in her hobbies.

"Sure enough, mortals change quickly. Mill couldn't help but sigh.

Immortal cultivators' concept of time is different from that of mortals.

The more powerful the immortal cultivator, the less he feels about time.

Ten years is just a snap of a finger for a cultivator, and it may be just a cultivation effort.

Valerie also noticed that she seemed to be being looked at, but instead of covering it, she pretended not to know anything, and just let her face be blocked by her skirt, revealing her plump white thighs and her own private area.

"Almost the strength of a second-rate master, and the other ......

What are you doing...?"

Valerie had already fallen, and she was now covering her eyes with her hands, her face flushed, and she looked like she was going to be picked.

"Master~ don't you want it?" Valerie said softly.

Mir's eyelids couldn't help but jump, and he rubbed his brow.

If he was a normal young man of 17 years old, he would naturally be ecstatic in the face of Valery's temptation, and immediately took off his skin and pounced.

But he's not, even if Mir is a young man, he is still a big devil who has lived for an unknown amount of time.

No one will be interested in a little girl film.

If you change your body, you think of yourself as a young man, and you have some indescribable behavior with women under twenty. With all due respect, what's the difference between that and the hungry ghost in color?

Mill is old enough to be Valery's ancestor.

"I've told you how many times I'm not going to be interested in you, unless you don't grow old. Mill tapped Valery's little head.

Valery, who was beaten by him, covered her head, her cheeks could bulge like a pufferfish, and glared at him angrily.

"What, obviously you're only seventeen years old, master, why are you asking for such a high price!"

"Because I have the confidence to be an immortal, I don't do these things with a short-lived species. ”

The figures of the two disappeared into the forest.

Lucas Kestrickp's territory.

A lowliest barony, inhabited by a population of about thirty or forty people, a figure that occasionally rises by a liter.

This territory is not rich, and the roads are paved with the most ordinary red bricks.

A red brick road leading to the lord's house is about 15 meters wide.

This red brick road has been tempered by time, and the original red bricks have been walked on until they have changed color, covered with cobweb-like cracks, and sometimes one or two small pits with stagnant water can be seen.

Both sides of the red brick road.

There are all kinds of strange and random houses, most of which are built by the owners themselves, and there is no science at all, and some of them even sway from side to side due to the wind.

"Hello, Mr. Mill. ”

Having just returned to the territory, a short figure approached Mir.

The man had an ugly appearance, with a sharp beak and cheeks, and was less than 1.5 meters tall, because of this monkey-like appearance, he had a nickname, called Skinny Monkey.

The skinny monkey didn't get too close to Mir, and the two kept a distance of one meter.

"How?, got any news?" Mir looked ahead, his steps slowing.

The skinny monkey is his eyeliner, running around specifically for him to gather information.

"Yes. ”

There weren't many people here, and only two passers-by occasionally appeared on one road, but despite this, the thin monkey still kept his voice down.

"The hosts, as far as I understand it, Mr. Lucas and Mr. Jody will be back in four days. ”

The 'Mr. Lucas' in his mouth was his biological father, the father of this physical body.

As for Jody......

It was his brother, and he was the eldest son in the family.

"Is it because the marriage was negotiated that you came back so soon?" asked Mir.

"Yes. The thin monkey nodded, and continued.

"Your father brought a generous gift, and the Viscount, Mr. Gilles, was so pleased that he agreed on the spot to marry his daughter, Miss Phoebe, to Mr. Jody.

It is said that they came back this time to determine the next heir to the head of the family, and when the heir is determined, they will marry Miss Phoebe. ”

It's a political marriage, and it's not uncommon.

Most nobles would choose to do so, even his biological father, the wife he married for the first time, was also the daughter of a certain viscount.

However, not just everyone can do this, and only the next head of the family is eligible for political marriage.

"I remember they went out four or five days ago, and they should have just arrived at the place.

That means they had a successful conversation as soon as they arrived at the place?!"

Mir pondered, he was a little surprised by the speed, but it didn't turn out beyond his expectations, even when it came to choosing an heir.