I, the villainous lady, will not die in the simulator Shura field

Well, Hua Mian really doesn't want to wait.

Jiang Gracilaria has to work hard.

"Then what else can I do?"

Jiang Li's pupils widened slightly, and Huamian's light green pool reflected her own bloodshot eyes.

"A large part of your aging is caused by the high concentration of black crystals in your body. The defects of artificial humans only account for part of it, and black crystal disease is not limited to these symptoms. After a while, you will have phantom pain and cough up blood , you know it too, don’t you? The only way to alleviate high-concentration black crystal disease.”

"There are still four years left, seniors can try to reach level seven."

Huamian gave the only solution.

"Level seven?"

Jiang Li asked slowly, his azure eyes seemed to be flooded with red, and his voice was full of mockery and anger:

"Do you think it's that easy to reach level seven? Why don't you think that there are only a few level seven in Yuncheng? You have that kind of spiritual power, so naturally you can stand and talk without back pain, and me!!"

"......Feel sorry."

Hua Mian didn't talk back, but felt a little wronged.

But after all, she was someone who had died several times, so naturally she would not lose control of her emotions so easily, she just sighed and silently gave way to the exit.

"Senior can come to me for a review at any time."

Jiang Li didn't respond, got up and left.

"Bang!!"

With the heavy slamming of the door, the living room returned to silence again.

The girl in the wheelchair stared at the gate like a sculpture, and did not move for a long time. It was not until the sweeping robot passed by and made a clicking sound that the expression on her face became vivid, showing a bit of helplessness.

Alas, isn't everything I do for her?

Forget it, anyway, she will regret it after she dies, so let her feel guilty slowly.

As for now?

Hua Mian wanted to record today's events in her diary, and she still wanted to use that tone of grievance.

Oh, who told Jiang Li to murder her.

She is a bad woman who holds a grudge.

067 Invitation Letter

Yuncheng is extremely cold in winter, Hua Mian just stayed in the living room for a while and shivered all over, and hurried back to the second floor.

The terminal dedicated to communicating with Jiang Li was placed on the bed in the bedroom, and it was the same style that was distributed in the base more than ten years ago, just like the one in Jiang Li.

Hua Mian was not used to seeing her little maid when she went upstairs.

After all, in the past, Liu Qingyu carried herself up and down the stairs first, and then lifted the wheelchair up and down -- Liu Qingyu was as strong as a calf, so it was no problem to lift the boneless Huamian.

Being supported by Teng Man, Hua Mian turned her head slightly, with a melancholy expression...

She misses the little maid a little bit, she has been taking care of herself inseparably these past few years, now that she is separated suddenly, Hua Mian is more or less not used to it.

Ugh.

I don't know what happened to that silly boy at home...

Because Liu Qingyu's strength hadn't improved much in the past few years, her father called her back, and was going to let the [Military Master] give her some special training.

Don't stay strong and don't give out.

There is a feeling of worry about sending a dog to someone else's home for foster care. Although the dog belongs to someone else's home, she just put a collar on the dog.

Hua Mian shook her head and smiled, didn't think about it any more, went upstairs and went back to her room.

The door creaked and slowly closed.

The air is warm and still, with no sound other than the click of a virtual keyboard.

............

......

Jiang Li walked quickly on the way back to the Holy Maiden Pavilion.

The special boots collided with the floor, making a rattling sound.

It only snowed in Yuncheng a few days ago, and now the frost and snow have just melted, and the ground is wet.

As the saying goes, it is cold before frost and cold after snow.

It really matched Jiang Li's cold state of mind at the moment.

"My lord saint." The maid was cleaning the stairs, when she heard the sound of Jiang Li's foot stepping on the stairs, she bowed respectfully.

"Ah."

Jiang Li responded indifferently, and passed her by.

Back at the ashram, the tea made before departure was already cold, Jiang Li poured himself a cup of hot tea again, and walked into the corridor, trying to clean up his chaotic mood.

The top floor of the Saintess Pavilion has no walls on all sides, and only one corridor occupies the outside, which can be used as a lookout.

On the top of the pavilion, the air blowing in is fresh and cold, the lake water is blue like washing, and the sky is dark blue and almost black, like a huge piece of blue cobalt glass, with complicated neon lights and shadows reflected on the cold mirror.

Jiang Li stood on the corridor and bowed his head in silence.

She squeezed the fence tightly with her ten fingers, with such strength that the alloy handrails could not help but whine.

"Four years..."

After a long time, she let out a long sigh.

Four years to become a seventh-level psyker?This is more or less difficult.

Even if Jiang Li is a super genius who reached the sixth level at the age of 17, she is not sure that she can break through the seventh level before the age of 25.

Level seven is the top combat power in Yuncheng.

It can even be said to be the culmination of the direction of psykers.

Others have praised Jiang Li's talent many times, but she is very self-aware of herself, if she can live longer.It might not be difficult to break through level seven, but before the age of 25?

The difficulty is no less than going to the west to learn scriptures.

She got angry with Hua Mian just now, and there was also a reason for this. Knowing that she had four years left to live, it was hard for anyone to be silent about it.

Thinking about it now, Hua Mian helped her check, and she said such exaggerated things to her...

It should not be true.

After reflecting on his actions just now, Jiang Li did not go back to apologize.

Although she was a little emotional before, there is one thing she didn't lie about. Hua Mian's psionic ability is too enviable in terms of lifespan, and Jiang Li doesn't want to see her again in a short time.

The gap is too big.

Jiang Li shook his head, walked lightly, sat back on the desk, fiddled with the drawer for a while, and pulled out his old-fashioned terminal from the interlayer.

[Jiang Li: Is Mianmian there? 】

[Mianmian: Yes, yes, is Sister Jiang back?Did you find out what happened? Is it important? 】

Seeing the nervous inquiries from netizens, Jiang Li's mood improved a lot.

At least there is Mianmian caring about her.

Just for the sake of Mianmian, she has to try her best to break through the seventh level in these four years.

Jiang Li still hasn't forgotten her promise in the past, when Mianmian's family relaxes a little bit, the two of them will come out together and travel around Yuncheng.

Anyway, Jiang Li is a sixth-level psyker, so he doesn't need to worry about safety issues.

[Jiang Li: It's nothing serious, it's just that I've been staying up too late lately. 】

Jiang Li lied with a slightly bitter expression.

This kind of thing must not be known to netizens, otherwise she might be worried about what will happen. Although Jiang Li likes Mianmian in her heart, judging from their current relationship, they are still good netizens.

She didn't want Mianmian to worry too much, after all, even if she was worried, there was nothing she could do, it would only add to the sadness.

Could it be that Mianmian has some other way to save her?

Jiang Li sighed again.

She sighed much more than usual today, but there was no way—

For a girl who has just passed Double Ten, the fact that her life span is short is too cruel.

She thought that she could live for a few more years after breaking through to become a sixth-level psyker, but it seemed that it was just her wishful thinking.

[Mian Mian: As long as there is nothing serious about your body, Sister Jiang is a psychic, and she broke her own body, she is such an idiot, remember not to work so hard next time, the body is your own... 】

Mianmian kept sending messages to criticize her, telling her to pay attention to her body.

After a while, I sent her some recuperation advice, saying that it is good for the body, and asked Jiang Gracilaria to follow the above.

Jiang Li was helpless, but still accepted it.

After all, this is the good intentions of netizens, at least on the surface, they have to agree beautifully.

She took a sip of her tea, suddenly remembered something, and typed with a faint glint in her eyes:

[Jiang Li: Mianmian, do you have time next month?There will be a fireworks display during the New Year's Eve, are you interested in going out to play together? 】

Hua Mian froze for a moment, is there a fireworks display?

There are also fireworks displays during the New Year, but not in every district.

She wanted to agree to Jiang Li, but Hua Mian reckoned that Jiang Li would probably not be able to accept her as "the one in the middle" for the time being.

It's good to stop at online dating for the time being, but now it's a bit impolite.

【Mianmian: At that time, I will go to play with my family, I am afraid it is not convenient to go with Sister Jiang. 】

This is a polite refusal.

Jiang Li lowered his eyes a little disappointed, but he was not surprised by this.

After being rejected for several years, Gracilaria got used to it.

Mianmian is probably shy, so I don't want to see her for the time being, but I can't wait for a few years...wait for this beam of light that has accompanied me since I was a child.

【Jiang Li: All right then. 】

On the communication side, Hua Mian looked at the content on the light screen and thought for a long time.

Fireworks show...

She will try to see if she can invite Jiang Gracilaria.

068 fireworks

There was a slight chill coming from the fingertips.

It is deep winter now.

In February, the Lunar New Year, the pedestrians on the street have already put on cotton-padded jackets, the vehicles are sparse, and the evergreen landscape trees have lost their summer vigor and become sloppy.

Not far away, the signboard of "Tianjie East District" is shining.

Hua Mian cupped her hands, sat on the wheelchair and let out a sigh of relief.

The white mist spit out from Tan's mouth, and slowly passed over the palm of his hand, bringing a faint heat, which was fleeting.

It was almost late at night.

But there are no large-scale neon lights around Tianjie.

Only in the crowd and on the corner of the street, occasionally a few ambiguous neon halos will be lit up, but they will be extinguished by the crowd in an instant.

This is a policy promulgated by Miguang during the New Year. As the venue for the New Year's Fireworks Festival, Tianjie is not allowed to project large-scale neon holograms around today.

Rarely did something human.

Hua Mian smiled, and bought a bunch of candied haws from the itinerant vendor next to her.