Quick Pass: Green Tea Strategy

The system glanced at him and said, "The news about going to the next world hasn't arrived yet, so it's probably the network card of the headquarters. Lu Zicha, you still have time. Also, host, you lost the bet to me... Haven't the marriage affairs already started?"

On the day of the wedding, Lu Zicha's soul wandered around here and there. He even secretly grabbed the tail of the horse that Yan Fengyang was riding. The son kicked his soul away.

Lu Zicha: "I'm sorry to bother you."

The system can't stand it any longer: "There are so many Taoist monks in the palace, and many methods of summoning souls have been made in this dark marriage. Although these methods are useless in this plane, after all, Yan Fengyang wants to marry you. You have to be mean, right? Otherwise, are you embarrassed?"

Lu Zicha raised her eyes: "System, didn't you say that you like my scum the most?"

The system resisted the urge to scold people: "According to regulations, the system will ask the host one last time. Now that the headquarters has not sent a message of leaving, it is estimated that the host will not leave this plane for the time being. So, host, do you want to return to the soul for a while?" ?”

Looking at the red candle in front of him, Lu Zicha was in a daze: "Then go back."

After all, she married him, so he should be frightened by some ghost or something.

Thinking of this, the system has already stuffed his soul back, feeling the weight of his body, Lu Zicha slowly opened his eyes.

Feeling being fed a cup of wine, the fragrance of fine wine still remained in his mouth, Lu Zicha licked his lips, raised his cut hand, looked at Yan Fengyang's stunned look, and said: "You are too aggressive, My heart hurts...uh..."

Before he finished speaking, his lips and teeth were firmly blocked by Yan Fengyang.

His kiss was extremely ferocious, as if he wanted to confirm that Lu Zicha had really appeared in front of him, as if he was going to swallow him up, his legs went weak after a while, and he could only lean on Yanfeng Yang's body.

The Xipao fell to the ground, and the crisp bells rang. Lu Zicha came back to his senses, only to realize that a string of soul-calling bells had been tied around his ankles at some point. Shaking, making crisp noises non-stop.

Yan Fengyang left tooth marks all over his body fiercely, as if washed by the tide, under the aftermath of the waves of the sea, a strong impact came on him.

With fingers clasped tightly, Lu Zicha tightly held Yan Fengyang's hand, crying softly, her fair face was covered with tears.

He felt that his body was out of shape, and his voice was hoarse from crying: "Yan Fengyang, don't do this, it's too strange, I'm afraid..."

"Be good. I told you that I will marry you when everything is over. Why are you always so disobedient?" Yan Fengyang pinched his slender waist and said fiercely, "Even if today is my fantasy, it's just Nankey Yimeng." , I want your soul to be nailed here too, and you can't go anywhere!"

Lu Zicha's slender neck suddenly lifted up, and he panted heavily, his porcelain-white skin was now glowing pink, and there were still tears on his rosy cheeks.

"Where do you want to escape to? Even if you get to the underworld, I will find a way to drag you out. Your soul, your body, and everything you own are mine!"

"What? I belong to myself. Besides, there is no hell in this world. Mysterious plots have already started to automatically appear in your mind. This is wrong..."

"Although I don't understand what fantasy is, but the hell is not important, I will ask you, do you still want to leave my side? Honestly say: you are mine."

"you are mine."

"Huh? Who's whose?"

"Woo, I, I'm yours."

In the early morning, when the few birds on the branch heard the sound in the house, they always felt as if an earthquake had struck them, and they hurriedly took the nest away with their mouths and flew away.

Not long after, the sky began to rain heavily, and the thick raindrops washed and shook everything on the ground, making people hard to guard against and unable to resist. A small umbrella that was propped up could barely cover a little rainwater, but It was soon overturned by the violent storm, which was less than a little bit of wind and rain.

Late at night, the stars outside the window were twinkling, and in the clouds, a comet with a thick and huge tail rushed forward quickly, as if people could hear the sound of the forward movement.

The heavy rain in the middle of the night was not small, but fortunately the sky cleared up soon.

Time seems to be going fast, early morning-noon-late night-early morning-...

The door of the room was closed all the time, and everyone didn't know what was going on inside. They only vaguely heard that the new emperor asked for hot water from time to time in the palace, and they didn't know who was there. It couldn't be the ghost that attracted the soul. Bar?

Thinking of this, all the courtiers couldn't help but shudder.

Forget it, they shouldn't think about it, but the new emperor is too cruel, they dare not speak out, and they don't know if it will be a problem if it goes on like this.

I don't know how many days later, Lu Zicha's eyes could be regarded as opened, he could hardly move his fingers, and felt that if this continues, his body might be destroyed.

At this time, the familiar special effects of the success of the strategy appeared, and the sound of fireworks rang in Lu Zicha's ears, like the sound of nature: "You have completed the strategy mission of the fourth novel world "Billions of Princes Get One Free", is player Lu Zicha finished? A strategy for the fourth world?"

Looking around, Yan Fengyang was still asleep, Lu Zicha reluctantly raised his hand to gently brush the broken hair on his forehead: "The novel is over, you should do your own thing, bye."

Then, he closed his eyes, and replied lightly in his heart: "Yes."

["Billions of Princes Get One Free", the full text is over]

Back in the metal space of the system, Lu Zicha rubbed his waist, feeling that he still had the feeling of just now. He just wanted to recover his vitality. He lay on the metal ladder. A soft silver-white bed was laid.

"This bed is too soft..." Lu Zicha was about to shed tears of emotion, "My old waist is going to die, the system and your space are so humane, I am so touched!"

The system with a confused face: "Master host, what did you do when you went back? Why did I just go back to the headquarters and connect to the Internet, and it will be like this after you finish the strategy?"

Seeing the system asking such a question, Lu Zicha fell silent in a rare way.

Seeing him like this, the system said anxiously: "Host, it's not that you faked the corpse to scare people, and then you were arrested and beat up demons and demons, right?"

"Uh... almost..."

[Wow, the trash male protagonist, dare to take action against our host, this system unilaterally reprimands him! 】

Lu Zicha: "..."

Forget about explaining, he wants to rest!