My Simping System

Although Youshui Village is remote, it has a large enough space, just a thatched house with a courtyard for rest and coolness.

Yu Qian sits on the swing she woven, swaying gently, her eyes falling on the red brick house nearby.

That was the house of the village chief’s family, and her grandma used to live there.

The dark clouds of Yin Demon's day shrouded overhead. Aggressive surges came, but they disappeared in a dramatic and perfunctory manner.

More than ten years ago, a certain anonymous demonic cultivator could change their perception with a wave of his hand.

More than ten years later, people from Zhong Prefecture can easily change their lives by just waving their hands.

The breeze that rises between the waves of the upper cultivator is a huge storm for the wasteland like Beisheng.

Yu Qian is an orphan. She was originally adopted by the people of Youshui Village. The inner temperament is a bit precocious.

But at this moment, she still needs a lot of time to reconcile her mentality, and she doesn't even know how to face the neighborhood of Youshui Village in the future.

"Huh—"

Yu Qian stretched her waist, leaving all these thoughts behind.

"Forget it, what do you want to do, let him do it."

"By the way, they...well, are you done."

While muttering to herself, Yu Qian turned around and stared at the thatched house.

There is always the illusion of unfathomable mystery--

As long as the two immortal inside make a little effort, the straw house will collapse.

The historic thatched house that survived heavy winds and rains and spent the days of Yin Demon is likely to be shaken apart by two immortals!

"I'm a little curious."

"I want to see... them, how they taught me."

Yu Qian throws away the messy thoughts Behind the head.

This curiosity followed.

A strong curiosity drove her to the door, quietly close to her ear, listening carefully to the sound in the house.

Very quiet, no sound at all.

Logically speaking, if that kind of lesson is true, the battle will be great.

Especially the two sides are still immortal, and the battle will definitely be Five Thunderbolts, the sky is shaking...then the flood is released.

After a stalemate, still unable to hear any sound, Yu Qian quietly stretched out her hand again.

The door is not locked.

She took a deep breath and cautiously pushed open the door a little bit, trying to see the "lessons" that might happen in the house.

Suddenly, there was a burst from the door. There was a harsh sound.

Crunch——

Yu Qian suddenly panicked.

"Who?"

Ye An's voice came from inside the house.

Then a gust of wind blew and opened the door.

"It's bad."

Yu Qian stood at the door awkwardly, alone, with an awkward smile, and said: "Yes, it's me."

"Sorry, disturb the lesson of immortal..., now."

For a while, she stuttered a little.

But at this time, he also saw the view inside the house. Nothing bad happened. Ye An was just reading a book quietly by himself.

Reading a book?

Yu Qian was a little at a loss.

"Lesson?"

Ye An said: "It's over."

"Huh?" Yu Qian was stunned for a while, and subconsciously said: "This , So fast?"

Ye An brows slightly wrinkle, put down the scrolls he had previously obtained from the ruins of the tomb house, and stood up slowly.

He heave a long sigh, with deep meaning in his tone, "What is so fast, what do you think it means?"

"Come and take a look."

Yu Qian nodded, and then hurriedly walked forward, "Oh oh."

But Ye An suddenly flexed her hands.

Yu Qian brace oneself, for some reason, as if she could see the miserable battlefield on the bed——