Kuaichuan Counterattack: Lord God, please pet me gently!

Chapter 550 Courtesan vs. Showgirl (1)

Kuang Xin walked around the Jiuqu corridor for a long time, and finally found the big bookshelf of the Three Realms System.

She followed Shun's slightly panting breath, now she has become a child, and her physical strength has also lost a lot.

"Are you ready to do the mission?"

Sitting in front of a big screen, Yu Bai who didn't know what he was doing looked back at her.

"Ah."

A certain person accidentally passed tens of thousands of years... How could her tens of thousands of points be enough!

"Wait a minute, I'll be fine here soon."

Kuang Xin walked to Yu Bai and sat down, looking at the big screen.

It turned out that it was a follow-up to her last mission. The original owner Zou Yingxin and Tang Boyan took care of the Tang family after graduation, and then directly threw it to Yu Manfeng.

The two emigrated abroad and gave birth to a pair of twins, living happily ever after.

Under Yu Bai's control, the last scene of the plot turned into a little bit of light, flying to the three thousand dimensions outside the realm of the gods, and merging with that mass of dimensions.

"What kind of operation is this?" Kuang Xin asked curiously.

While inputting the current situation of the three thousand dimensions into his tablet computer, Yu Bai said: "After each dimension is corrected, Heavenly Dao will produce a portion of energy as a reward for the growth of the entire three thousand dimensions."

"Three thousand dimensions grow to a certain level, and new gods can be bred, and the cycle can be repeated."

Kuang Xin nodded, it turned out to be an ecological cycle.

Yu Bai finished the work at hand, and led Kuang Xin to the task selection tablet.

Now she has reshaped her physical body, and the previous big hood no longer exists.

Kuang Xin let out a long sigh of relief, try to move the bricks, maybe a weapon will fall from the sky and hit her.

Although she herself is in the sky...

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Kuang Xin opened her eyes, and there was a feast of feasting and colorful lights.

The melodious sound surrounds my ears, and there are all kinds of men and women standing around, their bodies are tightly attached to each other, swaying with the music.

ballroom?bar?nightclub?

Kuang Xin shook her drowsy head and stared at it carefully.

Dressed in suits and cheongsams from the 30s and [-]s, these men and women spoke softly and behaved gracefully and calmly.

Yet there was an endless air of ambiguity.

"Miss Lu, Mr. Zhang would like to toast you again."

Kuang Xin looked sideways, a middle-aged man in a suit but with a sullen face approached holding two goblets, and handed her a glass.

This body immediately tensed up, as if extremely repelling the wine glass that the man handed over.

Kuang's heart shuddered slightly, there was probably something wrong with this light-colored liquid that looked like champagne.

"Miss Lu?"

Seeing that Kuang Xin was silent, the middle-aged man brought his wine glass closer to her.

"Then, I'd rather be respectful than obedient."

Kuang Xin raised a decent smile, reached out to take the cup as if to drink.

Sure enough, he caught a glimpse of a look of success across the face of the middle-aged man.

She rolled her eyes, stepped back a few steps, quietly hid her other hand behind her, and touched the corner of the guest's clothes behind her.

Pulling hard, the intoxicated male guest with his arms around the beauty suddenly leaned back and pressed towards Kuang Xin.

"ah!"

Both of them fell to the ground, Kuang Xin took advantage of the situation and poured out the liquid in the cup.

The men and women around stopped their dancing steps and gathered around to watch.

"Do you have long eyes..."

The unlucky male guest struggled to get up, and was about to yell at him, but when he saw Kuang Xin, he barely stopped, and put on a dog-legged apologetic smile.

"Ah, it's Miss Lu! Are you okay? Didn't I hurt you?"

Kuang Xin looked around, every male guest looked concerned and loving, while the female guests showed sarcasm and contempt.

What is the identity of the original owner?
(End of this chapter)