The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

But in fact, it can't remember whether the specific tasks made Jin Doudou a profit or a loss.

But it couldn't remember it, and neither could Luo Liyan, whose memory had been erased.

Therefore, Xiao Liuzi now has no fear and is fooling around.

"Are you sure? I would do something like this, losing my wife and losing my troops?" Luo Liyan looked at Xiao Liuzi with distrust, always feeling that he was neglecting her, but there was no evidence, so he had to give up for the time being. .

Xiao Liuzi still explained hesitantly, why if Jin Doudou was not used, the mission would fail, and if he had to do three tasks for free, it would be even worse, so there would be a situation where Jin Doudou was subsidized.

However, Luo Liyan felt that what it said made sense, so she didn't think too much about it. Instead, she turned around and continued playing with her phone with her back to it.

Huo Mingheng's room is very large, and everything is exquisitely decorated.

Luo Liyan clicked on each of the ornaments on the shelf, and prompts appeared on all of them.

Antique porcelain vases from which dynasty, paintings by famous painters, and even potted plants by the window have specific explanations.

Sure enough, on the surface, this nobleman lived a noble life and was enviable and unattainable, but in fact, deep down, everything was rotten.

Luo Liyan moved the screen back to the bed.

At this time, the little guy had already fallen asleep and was shivering in bed.

The wet cotton cloth that had just been put on him had been dried again, but his face was no longer red, and the fever had obviously gone down.

The health bar has recovered somewhat, but the situation is still not very good.

Luo Liyan wanted to turn off the phone, but for some reason, looking at the little Q-version figure shivering in the quilt, he couldn't let go.

In the end, I can only charge my phone and let the game light up to accompany me.

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Huo Mingheng slept deeply this time, and when he woke up in the morning, it was already beyond the time he usually wakes up.

But if he hadn't been so pressed that he couldn't breathe, he might have been able to sleep a little longer.

He struggled for a while before reluctantly rolling off the couch. The sudden loss of strength made him sit on the ground and gasp for breath.

His beautiful dark eyes flashed with condensed light. He walked to the side quietly, pulled out the long sword hanging on the side, and slashed at the air on the bed, but he did not encounter any obstacles. .

Could it be that I just slept too deeply?

Huo Mingheng frowned, his beautiful eyes full of doubt.

But Luo Liyan, who was outside the game, was awakened by the severe pain coming from her finger.

She screamed softly, put the finger with the big cut into her mouth, and sucked the blood clean.

Then he looked at the little guy with bubbles on his head in the game with the same shock.

Was his hand cut open by his sword?

Luo Liyan's breathing became rapid and her head became dizzy.

"Xiao Liuzi, get up quickly. What is going on?" She poked the little kitten's head hard and asked in a stern voice.

【ah? 】Xiao Liuzi opened his eyes drowsily, not yet able to figure out what was happening in front of him.

Luo Liyan could only put her bleeding fingers in front of Xiao Liuzi's eyes, "Aren't you talking about games? Your game characters use swords to slash people in the game. Can they injure the players?"

[Uh...Master, calm down. This matter... I don't know the situation. Maybe this game is so high-end? 】Xiao Liuzi is so stupid that he still wants to clear his name.

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[Silently kneeling down and begging the little cuties for tickets and monthly passes! 】