It was both surprised and delighted. [Goddess, have you made up your mind?]
As soon as she says "yes," it immediately sends her to the next world.
only……
The master has already ordered me to send you back, you...
"I'm not going back." The woman straightened her back slightly, her eyes resolute.
It, [...]
Actually, the owner won't die.
As soon as the mission was declared over, he immediately returned to real life.
However, when he started the game, he chose to hide it, making the gods believe that his soul was truly scattered and that if he couldn't gather all the fragments, he would be scattered and could never return.
But the system didn't say these things to her.
"So... you disliked him so much in the last world, what if he ignores you in the next?"
"It's okay." Rong Shang was confident about this. "If he ignores me, I'll just keep bothering him."
She would follow him to the ends of the earth.
"Well... have you thought it through?"
"Stop talking nonsense!!"
Unable to contain herself, Rong Shang snapped at it.
Do you know that she's been holding it in ever since?
This garbage system! The mission is almost over, and it hasn't improved at all. It just spouts nonsense.
"Hurry up, send me to the next world."
She misses him terribly and longs to see him.
Even with her eyes closed, Rong Shang could still picture him saying, with a pitiful expression, "Why did you give up so easily?"
I wanted to hold him tightly and tell him, "I haven't given up, I still love you."
*
(The Twenty-Sixth Plane)
(over)
*
A long and arduous journey to win back her husband.
...
"Where's the dress? Where's the dress?" The voice could be heard before the person was seen.
A shrill female voice came from behind me in the corridor.
The men and women who were chatting together at that moment all turned around to look.
A woman with a neat short haircut and high heels hurriedly walked out of the front lounge.
"Tianlei!" she said angrily.
The man whose name she called out looked as if he were facing a terrible disaster; his face turned deathly pale.
A colleague next to me muttered, "You're doomed, you're doomed."
"You're going to die if you're being targeted by Master Sheng's men."
Even that guy named Tian Lei thought so.
In this industry, everyone knows that the big star Yu Sheng has a terrible temper.
You can mess with anyone in the world, but you can't mess with this woman named Yu Sheng.
Upon hearing this, he timidly walked out.
Approaching the woman, he cautiously lifted his eyelids and asked tentatively, "Fen, Sister Fen, what's wrong?"
"What?" the woman frowned. "Where's your dress?"
"The formal attire is in Master Sheng's dressing room."
“Not that one.” Lin Fen raised her chin slightly, her eyes sharp. “Master Sheng wants the Bali haute couture gown.”
"Look at what you've found!!"
High-quality fakes! He actually tried to fool Master Sheng with high-quality fakes.
Their scheme was about to be exposed.
Tian Lei was so frightened that his legs went weak, and he almost knelt down before her. "Sister Fen, I'm so sorry, I forgot to tell Bali about the dress."
It was a bit late. When he contacted Bali, the person in charge there said that the dress had already been borrowed by other celebrities.
"You..." Lin Fen's face turned red with anger. "Look what you've done."
How could he forget something so important?
"Sister Fen, I, I didn't mean to."
"Do you know that Master Sheng is waiting for this suit to attend the film festival?"
Great, if he gets her a high-quality replica now, and Yu Sheng finds out, she'll probably raze this place to the ground.
"You, you're really good for nothing but ruining things."
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry..."
Rumble—
Just then, thunder rumbled outside.
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