Everyone’s job transfer: This Berserker is too calm!

After returning to the villa, Qiman'er immediately told Qiu Ying about her attack.

And Qiu Ying just told her not to think about it, so that her training for the past two days was carried out in the house.

Back in her room, she couldn't figure out why the assailant had come to attack her.

It stands to reason that before the start of the big war, shouldn't everyone hide their strength and skills?

Qiman, who had already taken a second shower, sat on a chair, lying on the computer desk, looking out the window at the night sky.

Her blonde hair reflected the moonlight like fine silk, and the aura above her head lost its brilliance as if it had turned on night mode.

"Isn't it over yet?"

After hearing the particularly lively laughter next door, Qiman'er muttered a little resentfully.

They had been together from four o'clock in the afternoon to ten o'clock in the evening, and even now, they showed no sign of ending.

At eleven o'clock, the party finally ended, and the contestants walked out of the villa one after another, and after saying goodbye happily, they returned to their villa area.

"Aunt Qiu! I'm a guest!!

After a while, Feng Xiaoxiao's over-energetic and energetic voice came downstairs.

Qiman'er took off her pajamas and changed into a white tracksuit and came to the living room.

In the living room, Feng Xiaoxiao carried the drunken Ye Feihua and leaned beside Aunt Qiu to talk about something.

"I heard you've been attacked by the same type of hidden professional as me?"

Ji Miaoqing, whose face was slightly red under the influence of alcohol, looked at Qiman'er who came downstairs, and asked her with some drunkenness in her tone.

"Well, it's more of a survival type, but the swordsmanship is too poor, and it's not too troublesome opponent."

Qiman'er replied without any concealment.

"She's this—"

After saying that, Qiman'er looked at her and was still yelling, 'I'm not drunk!' 'You let go! I can still drink! Ye Feihua was a little puzzled, who dared to pour this rich girl to drink, so she was not afraid of being relied upon?

"She didn't want to challenge Ou Hua, who was immune to all negative states, but was drunk by Ou Hua's 'pawn' Feng Xiaoxiao."

Ji Miaoqing looked at Ye Feihua, who was carried on Feng Xiaoxiao's shoulder with a happy face, and the wine was very poor.

This woman doesn't know self-love at all, and she deserves to be eaten tofu by lesbians.

"Humph! Not a single one can drink! Hearing

Ji Miaoqing talking about herself, Feng Xiaoxiao raised her neck proudly, as proud as a white swan.

Obviously, this girl is not lightly drunk, if Feng Xiaoxiao and Ye Feihua are thrown into a room, it will really be dry firewood.

"Aunt Qiu, tomorrow is the only chance to get acquainted with the venue, is it really okay for her to do this?"

Qiman'er was a little dissatisfied with the drunk Ye Feihua, and asked Qiu Ying euphemistically if she threw Ye Feihua a strong drive skill to clear the drunken state.

"It's okay, a rare good mood, why are you so sober? Tomorrow she will be back on her own.

Qiu Ying shook her head slightly, motioning for Murong Xue to pick up Ye Feihua from Feng Xiaoxiao.

"Aunt Qiu! Then I'll go back first, hehe! My mom and dad are here tomorrow! They told me to keep it a secret from you! But I don't!

Feng Xiaoxiao, who was drunk, took Qiu Ying's hand and rubbed it on his face obediently.

There was a bit of playfulness in the tone of Qiu Ying's special respect.

"Hehe, tomorrow night my aunt will take you and your parents out to eat kaiseki cuisine."

"Okay~"

Feng Xiaoxiao, who was pinched by Qiu Ying's face, smiled and left happily.

And Ji Miaoqing's smile on the side was a little restrained, and Qiman'er's expression was extremely serious as if she was facing a great enemy.

After Qiu Ying returned to the room, they glanced at each other at this time, and they both saw the word 'truce' in each other's eyes.

Although Feng Xiaoxiao is a lesbian, she is obviously the kind of lesbian who eats both men and women!

Moreover, Qiu Ying's affection for Feng Xiaoxiao is obviously that she is already regarded as her own daughter.

Even Ou Hua was extremely partial to her, treating her like a buddy.

However, there is absolutely no pure friendship between men and women!

It can be said that as long as Feng Xiaoxiao thinks about it, then she is definitely the easiest one to pick peaches!

"You are so inferior, why don't you sacrifice your hue to lead Feng Xiaoxiao away to fulfill me?"

After the other teammates returned to the room, Ji Miaoqing looked at Qiman'er, whose appearance was not below her, but more exotic than herself, and the smile on her face was extremely sincere.

"Hehe, I, Ye Feihua, said that Feng Xiaoxiao's current girlfriend once pursued you, right? Aren't you the best person to join them?

Qiman'er retorted with a sneer.

Although both of them have the meaning of a truce, they still choke each other unforgivingly.

At this time, in the villa of the second team of Yishan, wearing a fox mask and a purple kimono, the god pupil yarn slowly appeared in Ou Hua's room.

"Finished with drawings?"

Ou Hua, who had drunk a little too much, sat on the side of the chair and covered his forehead a little uncomfortably.

After hearing the footsteps behind him, he asked with a hint of drunkenness in his tone.

"Well, the detailed map of the military base, the composition of the internal personnel, the number of transferees, and the effect of skills have all been counted."

The fox mask she was wearing pushed to her forehead, revealing her beautiful face with light makeup.

Slowly walking behind Ou Hua, she, as a speedrunner, with a victor's smile, gently hugged Ou Hua's neck from behind and handed him a memory card.

“... How many times have you died?

Ou Hua took the memory card and did not stop the Divine Pupil Salu from hugging him from behind.

"This time it went well, and it was only more than twenty times, but I went to play with Qiman'er halfway, and I was killed by that Qiman'er more than thirty times."

The Divine Pupil replied in a casual tone, obviously accustomed to the pain of death.

"Good work, I hope you can make my eyes shine in the field in the future."

Ou Hua played with the memory card that was extremely important in his hand, and was worth at least three pieces of red equipment.

"I've never won, you've been too rough with me on the field, it's not just you..."

He's just like the final boss at the end of the level, and now he can't brush it at all.

"Shh~ Don't tell me the result, it's not interesting."

Ou Hua stopped the Divine Pupil Sao's complaining, he didn't want to know the future in the mouth of the Divine Pupil Sao.

"And what about my reward?"

The Divine Pupil Sayu, who hugged Ou Hua from behind, shrugged his shoulders and demanded the reward.

Ou Hua was silent for a moment, but still took out a dagger, raised his hand and cut off a strand of hair on his sideburns.

Then he placed it on the palm of the hand that the god pupil yarn had already raised in front of him.

"I don't know what you want to do, but in order to prevent you from doing something stupid, I would like to remind you that I am immune to all negative states."

Ou Hua saw the overjoyed appearance of the god pupil yarn, and probably guessed that she wanted to use her hair to get married to the shrine, so he couldn't help but complain that this woman was really feudal superstition.

With such important information, she asked for a Lv.120 non-level red martial art, and she would find a way to give it to her.

But she only wants her own hair, and nothing else.

Is this the sick and delicate that the four island countries are abundant? Understanding can't....