The story of the female supporting role in the strategy of fast crossing

Chapter 209 Disciple, You Are Not Good
"Do not!!"

"No! Yun Yi..." Xia Hanchen was so panicked that he couldn't think any more, he roared loudly.

Shouting Yun Yi's name, as if Yun Yi could wake up like this.

However, he couldn't do anything, he could only watch the fox in his arms slowly disappearing into this world... like pieces of light shattered.

Watching Yun Yi disappear in front of him, Xia Hanchen looked at the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, slightly lost in thought.

This, he remembered that Yunyi taught him to use it, but he didn't expect that the first time he used it was...

"Yun Yi, I'm coming with you..."

"I got 800 points, and there are 20 distribution points. May I ask how to distribute them." The system sounded, and Yun Yi still felt that her internal organs were still in pain.

An illusion, it must be an illusion.

"Huh? Why did the distribution points decrease this time?" Yun Yi felt that it was unscientific, it should have increased.

"Because... the intermediate interface is like this." The system's explanation was like nonsense, without any nutrition.

"Okay." Yun Yi looked at the information in front of her eyes, and said, "Add 10 distribution points to each of charm and intelligence."

Load host data:

Host: Yunyi

Age: 20
Appearance: 45 (out of 100)

Body: 40 (out of 100)

Charisma: 60 (out of 100)

Intelligence: 50 (out of 100)

Stamina: 45 (out of 100)

Features: None

Special skills: Enhanced version of pear blossom with rain, super navigation

Points: 1650 [used to purchase items in the mall, or upgrade levels]

Rating: 1
After learning the news that Yun Yi had died, the teacup that Yan Yang was holding dropped instantly.

He looked at the demon who reported this to him in disbelief, thinking that the demon was joking.

With a slightly trembling voice and a dry mouth, she slowly said, "You, you mean, Yun Yi, she, she is dead?"

Yan Yang knew that this was just a demon in charge of intelligence, how could he lie to himself?
It's just that he doesn't believe it.

"Yes, Your Highness." The monster didn't quite understand why His Highness was like this, it felt, felt... as if the whole person seemed to be dead.

At this moment, Yan Yang's mind was filled with three words, "Is she dead?"

How could Yiyi die?
Last time, last time, when I saw her, wasn't she fine?
Why is it dead?
What about Xia Hanchen?Didn't you take good care of Yiyi?

Suddenly, Yan Yang rushed out of the hall, he didn't believe it, he didn't believe Yiyi was really dead.

He wanted to see, he wanted to see with his own eyes, Yiyi must still be in the bamboo house, she must not want him to find her.

That's why we wove the words.

He didn't believe it.

How could Yan Yang believe such a lie?However, the trembling body almost staggered and fell to the ground when casting the spell.

Yan Yang quickly flew to the bamboo house deep in the snow mountain, but when he came to the door of the bamboo house, he didn't dare to take a step forward.

At this time, the bamboo house has begun to feel a little desolate, and the weeds have begun to grow all over the lawn in front of the bamboo house.

Yan Yang moved forward step by step, but when he saw this scene, he began to believe it...

"Yiyi, Yiyi." Like before, he rushed into the bamboo house quickly, but at this time, the trembling tone and the fear in his words betrayed his thoughts.

"Yiyi..." But this time, there was no sound from inside.

After searching for a long time, I couldn't find Yiyi, but... I didn't even see Xia Hanchen.

At this moment... His heart seemed to be filled with stagnant water...

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