As soon as Qu Weilai finished yelling at her, he felt his adrenaline surge, and he ran like a streak of light, as if he were having a seizure. Qu Xiu's mortal body couldn't take it anymore.
"I... I told you to... hurry... I didn't tell you to roll your face on the keyboard... ah... ah..."
The last "ah" sounded like it was being shouted through a waterlogged megaphone, broken and intermittent.
"Sorry, that's just basic stuff!"
"They...they...got...they got...it again..."
"What are you pretending for?" Wen Jingge moved the mouse again, guiding Qu Xiu to bypass the lightning and, at the moment his body was about to shatter, to transfer his soul into Wei Lai's body.
The lightning missed its target; due to the rapid switch, it plunged into the large pot.
Fan Zifan has always been timid; the moment the lightning struck, he slammed the lid shut and ran away.
"Master, is it done?"
Liang Si blinked countless times. Wen Jinge was so fast that he didn't see what had just happened. He only saw a hand moving rapidly.
"I don't know if this is real or fake!" Wen Jingge rubbed her sore hands and kicked NIO, who was either truly exhausted or pretending to be dead. "What should I call you now? NIO Xiu?"
NIO rolled his eyes, exhaled a puff of white breath, and looked vacant. "I feel like... my soul has suffered ten thousand points of damage."
Wen Jingge calmly rubbed her hands inside her sleeves; her chicken claws were acting up.
"I never imagined that keyboards and mice could appear in the world of cultivation." White smoke kept billowing from his mouth, as if his body was about to crash.
"It's not like I've never seen this thing before, what's the big deal!"
"But you're the only one who controls God like a paper doll! You're using me as practice in a holographic game, aren't you?"
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