Given Qin Xiaoxie's family situation, they originally couldn't afford to attend this private school in the capital. However, after her father passed away, they received a huge compensation payment. Her grandparents only had her as their granddaughter, so they were willing to suffer themselves to ensure that Qin Xiaoxie received a better education.

Qin Xiaoxie is also very sensible. During her school years, she worked various part-time jobs and achieved excellent grades, always ranking at the top of her class, which put her grandparents at ease.

However, when she graduated from high school, Qin Xiaoxie was in a hurry to find a job and was tricked into going to another place. In the end, she was bought by a family for 50,000 yuan. Qin Xiaoxie was forced to marry a man who was old enough to be her father. The man beat and scolded her every day and kept a close watch on her. Qin Xiaoxie tried to escape many times but failed. She was worried about her grandparents in her hometown and hated this kind of life. She was in great pain.

The plot transmission stopped here, and Bi Xie frowned.

The boy with chestnut hair next to her nudged her with his elbow: "Seriously, Qin Xiaoxie? You're so bad at the game and you still like to space out? The game has already started, what are you doing at home? I'm so annoyed by the enemy support harassing my jungle!"

After saying that, he pouted and muttered, "Ranked first in the whole grade, yet she's so bad at games! Girls are useless, no wonder..."

Bi Xie didn't hear the rest of the words clearly because the cold voice of the ghost cultivator Zhan Bingjiu suddenly rang in her ears, "The original owner, Qin Xiaoxie, voluntarily handed over her soul. This body's lifespan is not yet over, so you can stay in this world for a long time. However, Qin Xiaoxie has two wishes that she entrusts you to fulfill for her."

"My first wish is to make a lot of money so that my grandparents can live out their old age in comfort and receive a proper farewell."

"My second wish is to find a husband who loves and cherishes her, and together they will take care of their grandparents until they pass away."

Upon unexpectedly hearing the voice of the ghost cultivator Zhan Bingjiu, Bi Xie was flattered and surprised.

She also roughly understood that the length of time she could survive in each world was different. This time, she could live for a long time, but correspondingly, the difficulty of the mission had also increased.

"Aaaaah! Qin Xiaoxie, you jerk!" The boy in the school uniform scratched his chestnut hair in frustration, his zodiac earring flashing brilliantly in front of Bi Xie.

"Jiang Han, your jungling is terrible." Bi Xie seriously rotated the screen, starting to use Yao's first skill to check vision.

"They are fighting the Dragon King."

"..." Jiang Hanjun's face darkened. "You're such a terrible player, how dare you call me bad?"

Bi Xie ignored him and said calmly, "I got it."

The game screen displayed the message "Storm Dragon King has been killed".

"Holy crap! You got it! How did you do that?" Jiang Han looked at Bi Xie, who had transformed into a deer and was slowly hopping back from a group of enemy heroes, and could hardly believe his eyes.

"Stop talking nonsense, run!"

Bi Xie left those words behind, and Yao in the game used her first skill to restore her original body, jumped onto the marksman, and as the marksman approached the tower, she immediately pressed retreat and then returned to the city.

The economic disparity between the two sides was huge, and all three lanes collapsed. It was thought that the opponent would be wiped out in one fell swoop after finishing the Storm.

Unexpectedly, Yao managed to snatch the Storm Dragon King.

Jiang Han perked up a bit and called out, "Sister, come at me! What's the point of you being the marksman?"

Bi Xie rolled his eyes silently: "You're already useless, following you is just sending me to my death."

"Hey, you think you're all high and mighty just because you stole the Storm Dragon King?" Jiang Han turned his head and glared fiercely at Bi Xie, but his bright, black-and-white eyes were clearly not very threatening.