Wang Ye took a nap. In his dream, he became a peerless sword god. The peachwood sword in his hand had cut through everything, dispelling the endless black fog with one sword. After walking to the deepest part of the dark fog, just as he was about to solve the mystery of the dark fog, the peachwood sword turned into a sword lady at the critical moment and gave him a slap. Then, he woke up.
Pa, pa, pa!
Wang Ye was in a daze. When he woke up, he saw Xiao Jiu patting his face with its wings.
"What are you doing?" Wang Ye asked.
Xiao Jiu retracted its wings and walked to the side, letting out a sigh of relief.
"..." Wang Ye.
Did this little guy really think that he was dead?
"How long has it been?" He asked.
Xiao Jiu used its wings to sign "three".
"It's been three days?" Wang Ye was stunned.
F*ck, to think he had slept for so long.
Did the simulation consume so much energy this time?