Looking at the sleeping Ding Nanrong on the floor, Jiang Mu Xin tiredly squatted down.
He gave her a princess hug and then intended to put her on the bed, only to find that the bed was bloodied.
So he put her down and changed the bedsheets and cleaned the surrounding blood, and when he was through with that, he again put her back on the bed, exhausted.
He also deliberately placed both her hands on her stomach, which was her sleeping position.
He looked at her breasts, which were puffing out from her breathing.
Jiang Mu let out a deep sigh.
“Well, I wonder, does she know that she died once.”
“Let’s wait until she wakes up and ask what’s really going on.”
“Tired.” Rubbing his temples, he turned around and left Dingnan Rong’s room.
When he returned to his room, he sat at the table and poured a cup of tea to moisten his throat.
“I haven’t been rewarded for the diary I wrote today.”
“Should I keep writing some.?”
“Damn, I’ve lost my ‘Void Divine Concealment’ and ‘Body of forced steel’ and so hopefully today, I’ll get a good reward to make up for it.”
So, summoning the diary, he proceeded to write.
[Ding Nanrong did not visit her relatives.]
[But she was dead.]
[Well, Yeah like really dead.]
[It was the same as Han Yuqing, who died inexplicably.]
[I revived them both, but my rewards are gone too. They were divided up. Ha, what a mean dog system.]
Xue Menghan: “Resurrect?!!!”
Lu Chorou: “Resurrection?!!!!”
Black Water Fury: “Resurrection?!!!”
At the same time.
The three female protagonists’ three views were almost instantly shattered!
They could not calm down for a long time.
Fortunately, they had slowly accepted the fact that this was a fictional world.
If not. They didn’t know how they would have faced this ‘resurrection’ thing.
And the three of them were not the only ones who were reading the ‘Jiang Mu’s’ personal Diary, but also.
Even in the throughout various parts of the Cangling Spirit World.
For example, the Northern Snow Sacred Mountain, the Long Fish Empire, the Blood Abyss, the Nine Mysterious Quenching Cold Valley, the Canglan Sea…… and so on in these places.
Those women who had Jiang Mu’s Private Diary.
Their three views, all at the same time, were nearly shattered by the word ‘resurrection’!
[Each character can only be resurrected once.]
[In other words, if Han Yuqing or Ding Nanrong were to die again.]
[Then I could only be a salted fish, quit my ‘Villain’ job, and travel around the world.]
[I won’t be able to pass the game anyway. There’s no reward.]
[Then I’ll just go along with the plot in peace and quiet!]
By a small stream, Han Yuqing was wiping the dagger that was covered in dried blood.
“So that bitch, she was resurrected by my husband.”
She bit her lip, her face a little ugly.
“I can’t believe this ….”
“Then let’s wait until they return to the Wuyou Sect and kill her again.”
“Hehehe.” Han Yuqing showed another bright smile and continued to polish the dagger.
[Damn it, I’m not willing to do it, seventy times out of a hundred reincarnations already.]
[Now it’s the last one, and this time it was still good enough to get the reward of writing a diary.]
[If I don’t pass, then I’ll have to go back empty-handed!]
[That would be pretty f*cked up!]
[Jiang Mu, You’ll get through it. Go for it! Don’t be discouraged.]
Grumbling and a bit of self-motivation.
Jiang Mu slammed the diary shut.
He waited for a long time.
There was no sound of a system reward.
“That’s weird, could it be that what was written was too empty, so there was no reward?”
“But today, there’s no plot to write about either. Oh, right.”
“I remember in the last diary, I just spouted off about bad things and didn’t write much about the day’s plot, but I still ended up with the reward of ‘Celestial One Eye’.”
“Well, let’s write about Ding Nanrong, and Han Yuqing then.”