I'm Invincible in the World of the Reincarnated Blood Prince

Seeing her lack of confidence, Cecilia suddenly sighed helplessly.

If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have let that taxi driver go so fast.

Although she was very worried about her own safety, she considered that she would starve to death if she didn’t eat anymore. In the end, Cecilia got into the car of the little persimmon dog, but instead of sitting in the co-pilot, she chose to A more secure rear seat.

"Trust between people!"

The little persimmon dog fastened his seat belt and turned around angrily. His cheeks, which were already a little baby fat, were slightly swollen because of shame and anger, like two steaming steamed buns.

Thinking of buns, Cecilia started to feel hungry again.

"Where's my bear biscuit?"

So, she stretched out her hand confidently.

"Eat less, there will be dinner later." The little persimmon dog muttered in a low voice, while taking out a package of unopened biscuits, and handing it to Cecilia in the back seat.

Cecilia couldn't care less, took the biscuit, tore open the packaging bag, stretched out her slender hand, grabbed a handful of biscuits in the shape of a cartoon bear, and stuffed them directly into her mouth.

With bursts of chewing, feeling the aroma of sugar and oil fully exploded in the mouth, and then turned into a feeling of fullness in the stomach, Cecilia felt alive again.

The engine started slowly, and the car turned left and right, like a caterpillar, squirmed left and right for nearly 2 minutes, and finally drove out of the garage without any danger.

Although the driving was a bit slow, I have to say that the driving skills of the little persimmon dog are still worthy of recognition, at least much better than that of Cecilia, who has not yet learned a driver's license. After half an hour, the two arrived in Dongshan safely. The most luxurious hotel.

Two hours later, the scorching sun had gradually set, and it was almost seven o'clock. Cecilia and the little persimmon dog returned to the Shanghuayuan community.

Originally, after eating and drinking enough, Cecilia planned to find a nearby hotel to live in directly, but the little persimmon dog said that his house was very big, and it was a bit too deserted to live alone, plus there were things about games Wanting to have a deep talk with Cecilia, after some careful consideration, Cecilia finally chose to compromise.

There is no way, you need an ID card to stay in a hotel, but you don’t need it to live in a little persimmon dog’s house. It’s still a special period. Just in case, and to minimize the risk of revealing your whereabouts, you have to be more careful.

Parked the car, swiped the card to enter the building, and came to the magnificent lobby like a hotel lobby. Cecilia looked around curiously, as if she had never seen a turtle in the market.

Although during this period of time, Cecilia earned tens of millions through the game "Legend of Kalolan", and her heart swelled up a little, but she also knew that compared with the real big dog, she The little money he got was at most just one or two properties under his hands.

Glancing at the little persimmon dog next to her, it was hard for Cecilia to imagine that such an ordinary-looking, even a little chubby little girl might have assets of nearly [-] million or even more behind her back. many.

Is this the top rich woman in the online game world?

If she hadn't been able to see the luxurious side of the little persimmon dog with her own eyes, Cecilia would probably continue to regard her as the little profiteer who quarreled with Yuewu all day long.

Then enter the spacious elevator installed by a single family, wait for the number on the LCD screen to jump to "3", the elevator door slowly opens, the little persimmon dog opens the door with his fingerprints, and enters her home with Cecilia.

While the little persimmon dog was bending over to get slippers from the shoe cabinet, Cecilia took the opportunity to look around.

The living room of this house is really big, at least seventy square meters, and the decoration is also very delicate, with a large lamp with a crystal base hanging from the ceiling.

However, there are very few furniture in the living room, a refrigerator, a TV sofa, a glass coffee table, a large-screen TV, leftover snacks on the coffee table, and things that have not been put away in time Game consoles and gamepads.

Of course, the game console here does not refer to the game helmet of "Legend of Carolan", but the desktop game console. Cecilia has not played many games, so she can't name it, so she can only start from the pure white one. The casing, full of technological appearance, shows that the game console of the little persimmon dog should not be cheap.

It seems that the little persimmon dog is really like what he said before. Apart from playing the legend of Carolan every day, he just stays at home and plays games by himself.

Three meals a day are all settled by snacks and takeaways. No wonder her figure is slightly rounder than other girls.

At this time, the little persimmon dog who had been squatting all this time also took out a pair of brand new plush slippers from the shoe cabinet, with two rabbit ears on them, and placed them on the mat beside Cecilia's feet.

"Sorry, I've lived alone for too long, and I can't seem to find anything else, only a pair of cotton slippers are still brand new."

"Well, it doesn't matter."

Cecilia squatted down slowly, loosened the shoelace, pinched the heel with her slender fingers, and gently pulled it down, revealing the petite soles wrapped in white socks.

The little persimmon dog didn't stand up for a long time, but kept squatting on the ground, watching Cecilia's movements intently.

Perhaps because of nervousness, Cecilia didn't realize this, and quickly took off her socks, revealing her white insteps and small feet that couldn't be grasped tightly, with light blue blood vessels on them.

Although she ran for a day wearing shoes and socks, she has a special physique and is of a cold nature. There is no embarrassing sweaty smell, but a faint sweet and astringent fragrance.

The little persimmon dog's eyes became more and more straight, and for some reason, after she smelled the faint fragrance, a strange longing gradually rose from the bottom of her heart.

On this day, she seemed to awaken some kind of strange attribute...

Chapter 110 Eight is not suitable for playing games

Just when Cecilia was about to take off the other shoe, the little persimmon dog quickly stretched out his right hand and ruthlessly touched her slender and soft ankle.

???

Cecilia was taken aback for a moment, and looked up at the little persimmon dog. It took a full two seconds before she realized what happened just now.

The little persimmon dog also raised her head, and the two people who were close at hand looked at each other. Her right hand was still on Cecilia's foot, tightly holding the attractive arch of the foot. The slightly itchy touch made Cecilia Liya subconsciously wanted to bend her knees, but the little persimmon dog was holding on tightly, and there was no chance without a little effort.

Cecilia's face flushed suddenly, and her eyes became flustered immediately after.

Ever since she became a girl, she has always repelled others from touching her body. Even Gu Yanxi, who used to sleep with her on the same bed for several nights, at the worst time, just hugged and slept together It's just that he has never touched her feet so brazenly.

At this time, the little persimmon dog finally woke up from the trance. She wanted to take her hand away, but found that she couldn't control her body at all, and could only let some strange desire continue to expand in her mind.

"Why are you so nervous? Let go!"

It was supposed to be a righteous refusal, but because of the girl's blushing cheeks and dodging eyes, she became a little reluctant and greeted.

"oh oh!"

Seeing that Cecilia had said so, the little persimmon dog let go of his hand out of a long-term conditioned reflex, but there was still a bit of reluctance in his eyes, and he also missed the slippery and greasy feeling just now. Feeling empty in the hand without holding anything.

The shackles on her right foot were finally released. Cecilia quickly put on her slippers, looked away from the little persimmon dog, then raised her right hand, pretending to comb the strands of hair on her forehead, to ease the embarrassment that just happened .

Although this kind of thing happened, Cecilia did not become angry. On the one hand, after going through so much, her mind has become very mature, and she is even more calm than many adults in their tens of years. On the other hand, , this is not the first time something like this has happened.

"What do you want to drink? Coke? Orange juice? Or coconut juice, I'll get it for you."

The little persimmon dog also felt that his actions just now seemed a little strange.

Fortunately, she is used to being a businessman, and her skin is thicker than other ordinary people, so there is no red and white intertwined situation like Cecilia, she stood up with a little effort, took a step back to open the distance, As if nothing happened just now, he asked with a normal expression.

"Ordinary water will do."

This is not to be polite. Cecilia did not have the habit of drinking beverages, especially after becoming a blood race, not only her sense of smell, hearing and vision, but also her sense of taste has been improved by more than one level. The taste bud cells on the tip of her tongue have increased significantly, and she can taste beverages keenly. The various additives in the medicine, and infinitely magnified, now only boiled water and mineral water can be barely drunk.

"There's no mineral water at home, I'm going to burn it now, you can just sit down."

Throwing down these words hastily, the little persimmon dog turned around and walked towards the kitchen.

After putting away her shoes, Cecilia also came into the living room wearing unfit rabbit-eared plush slippers. After shaking her eyes a little, she gently sat on the sofa.

The TV screen didn't turn off, and it also displayed a pause screen of some kind of No.1 gunfight game.

It seems that in order to prevent missing WeChat messages, the little persimmon dog should not have logged in to "Legend of Carolan" before he arrived in Dongshan City, but had been sitting on the sofa playing games.

While pressing the mobile phone in a bored manner, she waited for about half a minute. Seeing that the little persimmon dog hadn't come out of the kitchen, she must be still studying how to use the electric kettle. After studying the buttons on the handle, he pressed the "start button", and the 70-inch LCD screen began to flicker again, and the sound of gunshots and explosions continued.

Teenagers are the golden age in one’s life, and it’s also the time to learn and accept new things the fastest. Although Cecilia has never eaten pork, she has at least seen a pig run. Knowing the operation method of this game, the characters on the screen also followed her operation, and officially began to kill the Quartet.

A figure wearing a black hood with only his mouth, nose and eyes exposed, yelled and appeared in the upper right corner of the screen. He looked like the most classic terrorist, with grenades hanging around his waist, making him look extraordinarily cool.

However, before he picked up the AK in his hand and fired left and right, the character controlled by Cecilia fired three shots in a row, killing him with a precise headshot.

Although the game AI runs very fast, Cecilia's reaction speed is obviously faster. Everything on the TV screen, even the trajectory of bullets, is clearly visible to her eyes, not to mention these mindless rushes The terrorists are as slow as a ppt.

Every time the terrorists came out, there was already a gun aimed firmly at their heads. At the same time, the character controlled by Cecilia was not idle. With the shaking of the joystick, various guns moved , Dodge the bullets and bombs that keep flying from all over the battlefield.

The enemy's strongholds were uprooted one by one as if they were being destroyed. A few minutes later, the little persimmon dog walked out of the kitchen with a cup of freshly boiled hot water and came to Cecilia's side.

"Huh? Sister Sai, have you played this game before?" Seeing the smoky picture on the TV screen, the little persimmon dog couldn't help asking in surprise.

"I haven't played it before, my hands are itchy, so try it." Cecilia turned her head and explained to the little persimmon dog while operating.

"Ah, be careful! The bombing is coming!" The hot water cup in his hand shook slightly, and the little persimmon dog looked at the screen and exclaimed.

Cecilia turned her gaze back to the TV screen, and as expected, with a long humming, an old World War II bomber swooped down from low altitude.

Although she really wanted to complain about why terrorists have such things as bombers, Cecilia still raised the muzzle of the gun, accurately calculated the trajectory of the bullet and the flight speed of the plane, pressed the button, and pulled the trigger directly!

Bang bang bang bang!

Flames spewed out from the muzzle, and a series of bullets pierced the air, flew into the sky, and finally accurately poured into the cockpit of the bomber.

The rain of bombs that Little Persimmon Dog expected did not fall.

In the next second, the bomber seemed to be out of control, and plunged down from the air. There was a violent explosion, and with the flames filling the screen, the words "Your character is dead" finally appeared on the TV screen. .

"I'm really not suitable for playing games..." Putting down the controller, Cecilia sighed softly.

Chapter 110 Nine One Step Closer

Hearing Cecilia's words, several big question marks immediately appeared above the little persimmon dog's head.

In fact, playing the No.1 shooting game with a handle is much more difficult than using a keyboard and mouse. In addition, the number of enemies will increase as you go to the later stage, and there are even things like aircraft bombing Such a perverted setting.

I don't know which idiot designed this game, and she has been stuck in this level for nearly a week.

Today was also because she wanted to pick up Cecilia. She was really bored waiting, so she reopened the game, intending to use it to kill time. Unexpectedly, Cecilia, who had never played this game, could actually In a few minutes, I figured out the operation of the game by myself. In the end, I directly played a wave of magic operations of the rifle and the plane.

This is not considered a talent for games. Do you think you are filming a domestic anti-Japanese drama?

Sure enough, a boss is a boss, no matter what game he plays, he can always get started as quickly as possible.

Maybe it's talent...

"I'm going to continue selling coffee, do you want to help?"

It was five o'clock in the afternoon. Considering that she had wasted a good day because of running away, Cecilia couldn't sit still. She drank the still hot water in one gulp, opened the suitcase, and Holding the helmet, he said to the little persimmon dog.

"If you're short of money, just ask me for it. You don't need to pay it back. The big deal is spending money to hire a few people. Why do you sell coffee yourself?"

After observing for so long, the little persimmon dog is still somewhat incomprehensible. With Cecilia's current level and strength, it is completely enough to sweep the entire Carolan world. As long as you are not unlucky and encounter a world boss above B level, there are basically no creatures No more threats to her.

However, when she was at the peak of her life, instead of trying to expand her advantages and influence, she opened a small coffee shop in the streets, and every time she had to wear that shameful dress and go to the reception in person. Guest, this is what the little persimmon dog can't figure out the most.

"Didn't I explain it to you? Special tasks, as long as you sell coffee, you can always become stronger."

After digging through a pile of clothes, Cecilia finally found her precious helmet, shook it in her hand, and then asked the little persimmon dog, "Where do I sleep tonight?"

"The guest room is over there. I just cleaned it up today. The bed may be a bit messy, but I really tried my best. You can make do with it first." The little persimmon dog pointed to a room, which was directly opposite the master bedroom.

"Thank you."

After thanking her faintly, Cecilia entered the room with the helmet in her arms, then turned around and closed the door.

The door was closed, and the little persimmon dog was a little disappointed.

Because she was taught very strictly when she was a child and liked to play games, she has not made one or two close friends since kindergarten until now, let alone shared a bed with a friend of the same sex.

Originally, when she suddenly heard that Cecilia was coming to Dongshan, she was still very happy in her heart. She even fantasized about the scene of two people sleeping together on the same bed at night and telling each other what was in their hearts. Subtle expectations.

Unexpectedly, Cecilia was even more autistic than her. On the surface, she looked easy to get along with, but in fact she was like a hedgehog full of spikes. No matter who it was, when facing her, I'm afraid it would be difficult .