"So those five months I was unconscious were wasted? Does that mean I can't stay in any world for more than two years when I'm on a mission in the future?"
The hosting system said, "No waste at all! During the five months the host was in a coma, the host obtained a large amount of the villain's blood, and the villain fed the host porridge by mouth every day. During the five months the host was in a coma, the villain slept with the host in the coffin and did not go out to do evil. It's truly a cause for celebration! Hehehe!"
Bi Xie's lips twitched: "Little system, can you stop laughing? It looks like my hen laying an egg."
"Giggle giggle giggle giggle giggle..."
"Alright, host. Regarding the last question you asked, the answer hasn't been implanted into this system yet. I will submit the application to the Ghost Cultivator when he returns. Goodbye, host. May you be well."
The mechanical, monotonous voice vanished instantly. Bi Xie had barely recovered from his happiness level of 90 points when he was plunged into hell by the fact that there was only one month left in the mission world.
In the days that followed, Bi Xie decided to work even harder.
Unfortunately, Zang would disappear for a while every day, only returning at night to shamelessly indulge in debauchery with Bi Xie.
At first, it was just a simple suppression, but later, this vampire progenitor, who had lived for thousands of years, suddenly became enlightened. The location changed countless times: on the black coffin, on the dressing table, on the stone table, on the stool, on the floor, and even on the wall.
The poses also vary depending on the venue, unlocking the 18 styles of Awei.
Bi Xie wanted to complete the task as soon as possible, so he cooperated with Zang's playful antics. Unfortunately, ten days passed, and the vampire progenitor's happiness level only increased by 0.5 points.
After that, my happiness level stayed perfectly still!
Bi Xie wanted to curse, but she didn't dare to, fearing that if her little darling got upset, her happiness level would immediately plummet to rock bottom.
That would really infuriate her.
"Xie Xie, I'll tell you a secret." Zang gently stroked Bi Xie's hair, kissed her forehead lightly, and smiled.
"Hmm?" Bi Xie looked at him suspiciously.
Zang snapped his fingers lightly, and Mayas and Art quickly carried in dozens of black jars.
The black jar was covered with a red cloth, and the raised part was faintly visible.
Bi Xie had a bad feeling.
"Lift it up," the burial man said listlessly.
Dozens of red cloths were lifted, and the first thing that came into view was dozens of blood-soaked heads. The one in the very center was one that Bi Xie recognized all too well—Yang Xingyun.
His eyes were wide open, staring blankly into the distance, his handsome face obscured by blood, a truly gruesome sight.
"Xie Xie, don't be afraid. All those who bullied you and me are dead." Zang comforted Bi Xie by patting his back, his nonchalant tone sending chills down Bi Xie's spine.
She almost forgot that although Zang's happiness level had increased, his corruption level was at its maximum. The current Zang was definitely a complete pervert!
Bi Xie forced a smile, but his stomach was churning. Zang pointed at the heads one by one and said, "Xie Xie, when I was locked in the cage, he slashed my face five times and my neck twenty-seven times."
"He dragged me out into the sun and exposed me to the elements, and then slashed my neck thirty-three times."
"He said I was handsome and alluring, but a demon and monster. He whipped my face ten times, slashed my face eighteen times, and branded my face with a red-hot iron for three hours."
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