(The order of worlds is not fixed. This novel is essentially a feel-good story, so please be kind, dear readers.)
After Bai Yuzhi died from an illness, she was bound to a system and gained a ...
So pitiful.
The desire to protect surged in my chest.
Yin Fuxiang simply couldn't bear to see the flower suffer such injustice.
His genes, his soul, everything about him tells him the most important thing.
——We must give Mi Jia Lan the best care and let it bloom in its most brilliant form.
His arms don't look like the type with muscular ties, but rather are exceptionally slender and strong, and one can tell at a glance that they contain inhuman explosive power.
Yin Fuxiang used his arms to lift up Bai Yuzhi and let her sit on his arms.
Bai Yuzhi had never had a more intuitive understanding of the greatness of Yin Fuxiang.
She sat on his forearm, even with her head just slightly higher than his shoulder, just enough for her to rest her pointed little chin on his broad shoulder.
For some reason, the shadow that should have disappeared automatically after the genetic riot ended still existed this time, and Yin Fuxiang didn't care about it.
Yin Fuxiang touched the ground with his toes and effortlessly jumped out of the testing station, which was already on the verge of collapse after his attack, holding the white jade.
Bai Yuzhi was carefully protected along the way, and even the wind from Yin Fuxiang's rapid flight could not reach her.
Perhaps Yin Fuxiang really treated her as the delicate flower Mi Jialan.
Just now, that fantasy, of course, could not be the real fantasy of Yin Fuxiang.
That's because Bai Yuzhi used props.
【Props: When pretending to be real】
[Value: 500 points]
[Effect: Select a 10-second period to project anything the user wants to visualize in front of the target]
[Time limit: 10 seconds, one-time]
What a joke! How could he let the target run away when it was right in his grasp?
Bai Yuzhi hummed in his heart.
Mi Jialan is already in your nest, she doesn't believe that you can tolerate this.
What a cold-hearted god! Snakes are lustful by nature, and they are cold because they have never seen warmth.
Today, let him feel what kind of soul-shaking feeling it is to let Mi Jia Lan bloom personally.