Except for one random mission that was not completed, all other missions were completed.

Ling Qingxuan returned to the space, walked straight to Bai Wu, and reached out to approach.

This time Bai Wu did not dodge, but touched her cold palm, floating slightly.

"When are you going to come out?"

Cold eyes looked at it lightly, as if she understood her words, and faded back a little.

[Host~] zz ran over with pig hooves, and saw that the white mist moved, and a cold corner was exposed, as if it was the corner of some kind of box.

Instead, it didn't panic this time, but looked at Aya Qingxuan expectantly.

As if being sensed, Ling Qingxuan stretched out his hand and pressed it on the corner, and the coldness swept through his body, but he was not uncomfortable.

If you touch it further back, it is void.

It only gave her that little clue.

She stayed in that plane for the longest time and spent more time with the little guy, but since that time in the Demonic Beast Mountains, 'he' has never come out again.

Could it be that each plane can only come out once, and will the time become longer and longer?

Ling Qingxuan retracted her hand and said coldly, "I'll wait for you."

She looked at zz, "Open the plane."

【Okay~】

...

'His hand... ignited countless flames all the way, and the girl shouted... no. ’

'The man laughed evilly: Don't just want it, you always like to say the opposite. ’

Ling Qingxuan rubbed her ears, took off the earphones, and half sat up from the bed.

She looked at the faintly glowing mobile phone, which showed that she was reading a novel by voice.

And it's the indescribable type.

Late at night, in a small rental house, the ambiguous text is automatically sliding down.

The little girl exited the interface expressionlessly.

What the original owner was doing, it was three o'clock in the morning, and she was still listening to Xiao X's text, which simply affected her physical and mental development.

[Cough, host, this is a modern plane, the original owner is a new intern in the web editing department of Youqin Publishing House, and is concentrating on researching web articles. 】

Just as Ling Qingxuan was about to say something, a scream came from the white wall beside the bed.

Her eyes narrowed, and when she summoned the spirit sword, she was about to smash it.

【Host, wait! 】

As soon as zz finished speaking, there was a shrill voice over there, and his voice became ambiguous.

'Wait, you bastard! ’

'Be quiet, you are not afraid of being heard. ’

It was a conversation between a man and a woman. Aya Qingxuan looked at this clean and tidy rental house and wanted to smash the wall.

It's three in the morning, three in the morning!

Stop doing strenuous exercise and sleep well.

The man over there said again: 'When did you break up with your male ticket? Everyone is here with me, why is my heart still wandering? ’

The woman said: 'What kind of male ticket, like wood, never made out with me, break up immediately! ’

"Be quiet."

'Everyone is asleep so late, I can't hear. ’

'It's up to you, anyway, the little girl next door won't do anything to hear it. ’

‘hate~’

Not to mention how soft the voice was, Ling Qingxuan opened the door with the key in his hand, looked at the next door, and knocked a few times.

It seemed that no one heard.

Ling Qingxuan knocked a few more times, knocking and knocking, and the rhythm started.

[...] What is the host doing, playing background music to cheer them up?

The constant knocking on the door finally interrupted their passion.

Ling Qingxuan heard the sound of dressing and slippers, and then the door was opened, "Who is sick! Knock on the door at night."

The man in the rental house was standing at the door, and when he saw Ling Qingxuan, his impatient expression turned into a wretched one.

"Little girl, is it too lonely at night, what are you doing by knocking on your brother's door?"

Ling Qingxuan pointed his sword directly at his crotch, "Disturbing the people."

The man thought it was a prank prop, and smiled deliberately: "The sound insulation of the rental house is not good, can't you sleep, little sister?"

In the past, he was messing around at this point. The little girl's room was lighted on, and she wouldn't come here. Today is really unprecedented.

"Well, it's too noisy." Ling Qingxuan said, turning the spirit sword and sticking it on the wall next to it.

The powder on the wall fell down, and the **** from turning his head came out. The man's scalp was numb, and the little girl said coldly, "Please hurry up, I'm going to sleep."

This is the modern plane, and human life cannot be messed with casually.

The little girl still follows the rules.

The man broke out in a cold sweat.

The night is dark and windy, which is very suitable for killing people.

He swallowed, and although it hurt his self-esteem to make the man hurry up, he still nodded unconsciously.

"If you quarrel with me next time, it won't be cut here." Ling Qingxuan put away the sword, and the cold gaze from the corner of her eyes made people chill.

A few bricks fell from the door, the man clamped his legs and slammed the door shut.

Ling Qingxuan looked at the dim and dilapidated corridor and rubbed her head.

Why is she so poor every time in the modern plane, bullying her for a lot of money, right?

After returning to the room, there was no sound from the next door. Ling Qingxuan lay on the bed, clicked on the thousands of novels in the folder on the phone, glanced at it, turned it off, and rested.

...

The original owner, Tong Ling, a senior, majoring in publishing, applied for the well-known Youqin Publishing House as an intern editor.

However, the publishing house is far from the school, so she rented a house to commute to and from get off work.

Originally, her first intention was to be an intern editor of the magazine news direction, but due to the airborne of her superiors, she was assigned to the web editorial department, which was understaffed.

As a newcomer with little exposure to online literature, editor-in-chief Huang, the leader of the original owner, passed thousands of novels to her on the first day, allowing her to familiarize herself with and analyze market trends.

That's why she is still listening to novels so late.

In the original plot, the original master's university graduation thesis was about the entanglement between traditional literature and online literature.

However, this paper was released one step ahead of others, and her original author became a plagiarist. Not only did she fail to graduate, she also lost her job and her reputation.

The plagiarist also won an award for her unpublished article, and proudly handed the award to her.

The original owner was an ordinary person who could not do anything. In the end, he was forced to go back to the countryside and suffered human trafficking. Life was better than death.

[Main quest 1: Become an excellent editor and have a great author. 】

[Main quest 2: Win your own award and become famous. 】

...

Since the phone was turned off, the alarm clock set by the original owner also became a decoration.

Ling Qingxuan got up and checked her phone for a while, it was already ten o'clock.

Going to work at nine o'clock, it was too late for her to go to Yujian.

Simply wait to be fired, go to the countryside to kill the Quartet, and go to the next plane after being caught?

Ling Qingxuan set a plot for herself, which she thought was not bad.

[Host, stay awake~ You still have to complete the task! 】

The work rule of Youqin Publishing House is that as long as you are late, you have to extend the time to get off work at night.

Moreover, Aya Qingxuan is currently in the internship stage, so she will not be dismissed suddenly because of being late.

The plot was forced to die prematurely. Aya Qingxuan washed and changed into a Korean sweater, which was especially soft in this autumn weather.

She looked at the little girl in the mirror, with neat bangs on her pretty almond eyes and a ponytail, not to mention how well-behaved.

And this body is not particularly plump.

This seat is still small and still growing.

After Ling Qingxuan said a few words, she put on her backpack and went out.