"Ding Dong!"
After saying that, Su Yumo's feet felt empty and he fell rapidly, just like Alice falling into the rabbit hole.
“Ahhhhhh!”
A new world begins.
☆☆
Because he had been in the dark for a long time, Su Yumo was dazzled by the candlelight around him as soon as he opened his eyes.
She put her hand to her forehead, trying to adjust to the sudden brightness.
At this time, the system's voice sounded again, "Host, your target this time is the grassland Khan Nastu."
After the system said this, it stopped abruptly.
"Finished?"
Shouldn't there be an analysis report on the target of attack?
"Yes, since Human Resurrection is the most energy-consuming reward for the system, our assistance to you will be relatively reduced during the process. We will move it to the final grand prize. I hope you can forgive me."
Her voice remained unchanged, still as sweet as honey.
Su Yumo covered his eyes with the hand that was on his forehead, feeling annoyed and careless.
I should have asked a few more questions earlier. I sold myself out too quickly. (Everyone here, please keep your eyes open.)
After a moment, her eyes gradually cleared up, she moved her hand away, and saw a tent-like roof.
Based on what the system said just now, Su Yumo guessed that she was now in an ancient tent.
During her graduation trip, she went to the grassland. During those days, she and her group either rode horses with the locals on the endless grassland, or lay on the grass to look at the stars and listen to the drunken locals singing and playing the piano.
It is a feeling that you can never experience in a big city, and the word "cool" is not enough to describe it.
The first world was just what she wanted, so since the system was so thoughtful, she would forgive it for now.
She can make a way for herself.
Turning my head to look outside, I saw silhouettes of people reflected on the tent, and the sounds of talking, walking, clinking glasses, and musical instruments were endless.
Is there a party going on outside?
wrong.
She jumped up from the bed and looked down at her clothes.
It is too cool, and it can't be said to be the same as the clothes worn on the grassland. It can only be said that it has nothing to do with it.
The red long skirt is made of silk, as thin as a cicada's wing, as if it will turn into a butterfly and fly away in the next second.
The hem of the top and skirt is decorated with a circle of leaf-like golden pendants, which make crisp sounds when moved slightly.
On the forehead, neck, arms, wrists, ankles, and wherever you can see, there are all kinds of golden rings.
Su Yumo raised her arm and shook the bracelet. The ringtone was crisp. If there was some music, she would even twist her neck.
"Hurry and bring that woman to the king's tent."
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