Cultural Invasion In Different World

It still takes a lot of time.

Joshua sat in front of a magnificent city gate, looking at the giant statues on both sides of the gate and the soldiers patrolling around the gate.

If the Holy Spirit is a battlefield, you're trying to create a world right now.

The white bird stood on Joshua's shoulder and stared at the human soldiers in the distance.

Massively multiplayer online games can be regarded as a virtual world, but even with your help, it still requires a lot of worlds to complete it alone, especially in terms of maps.

Qiao Xiu glanced at the lion emblems on the shields of those soldiers, and his arm shook in mid-air. The city wall in front of Qiao Xiu fell apart and turned into pieces. He searched for it, and it turned into a small ball and fell into Qiao Xiu's hands. .

Save it for later when I have time.

The ball in Qiao Xiu's hand became the size of his index finger and was swallowed by the white bird.

Is it time to wake up? Qiao Xiu patted the non-existent dust behind him and stood up from the ground.

Before leaving, Joshua let the white bird standing on his shoulder jump onto his arm.

World tree, is it possible for the products in the space of consciousness to interfere with reality? Qiao Xiu asked suddenly.

It's possible, don't underestimate the power of the beliefs of all living beings.

The white cat that had been sitting on Joshua's head jumped directly onto Joshua's shoulder. The moment it fell, Joshua's surroundings became the battlefield of the Holy Spirit again.

In our memory, the phantom of the conscious space did appear in the real world in the past. Shiratori said.

It sounds weird...but if this happens, please let me know as soon as possible.

Qiao Xiu glanced at his hands, which were gradually becoming translucent, indicating that he was gradually waking up in the real world.

When Qiao Xiu opened his eyes again, there was darkness in front of him, but a pleasant fragrance kept swirling in Qiao Xiu's sense of smell.

It was Ciri's deodorant, and Joshua recognized it immediately. Joshua took a step back and found that he buried his head in Ciri's chest and fell asleep at some point.

No wonder the nose hurts...

Is it worth it!

Ciri's silver-gray pupils were staring at Qiao Xiu, and Qiao Xiu, who had just woken up, kept rubbing his nose.

My chest is not a whetstone, it's still... a little soft.

Ciri blushed when she said this. At the beginning, Joshua fell asleep directly on the bed. During his sleep, Joshua hugged her subconsciously.

Maybe when Joshua was sleeping with Ciri, Ciri tried several times to use various wrestling neck strangulation techniques to put Joshua on the mortal enemy, and this time Joshua took the initiative to hug Ciri's waist.

This made Shirley a little at a loss at first, but then gradually got used to it.

Hmm...it's like a mud wall mixed with gravel? But I like it.

At this moment, Qiao Xiu once again showed his poor metaphorical ability. After hearing this, Shirley got under the sheets and ignored Qiao Xiu.

Ciri and Fuya both have the habit of wrapping up quilts, but Xili would run around the room wrapped in quilts, while Fuya would stay fixed on the bed and not move like a mountain.

When Qiao Xiu was thinking about how to comfort Shirley, there was a knock on the door of Qiao Xiu's room.

Your sister has been waiting at the door for a long time. Ciri emerged from the quilt at this time and said, I think if I keep her waiting for a while, she might draw her sword and cut the door open.

It's not possible, it's definitely... It's time to work. Qiao Xiu said.

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Clary has been dormant in the Demon Realm for so long, and this is the first time she has the opportunity to enter the castle of the Royal City.

The most important center of the demon world, Clary has been looking for opportunities to enter it to investigate, but she did not expect the God of Holy Light to take care of her today...to be more precise, her brother.

'How long are you going to play this game? '

Clary has been sleeping in this body for nearly three hours.

Under the pressure of the second princess of the Demon Race, she agreed to the invitation of her holy spirit professional team.

This invitation allowed her to successfully enter the hinterland of the royal city, and Clary couldn't wait to find some reason to explore around.

Things progressed as Clary expected. The second princess led them to a hall and then left.

Originally, this was an excellent opportunity to explore the castle, but her younger brother found a blood clan he was familiar with and asked, How about teaming up to play a round of Holy Spirit? ’ request.

This request was like throwing a bottle of virgin blood into the middle of this group of vampires, causing them to fall into another state of excitement.

This group of blood races put the long tables in the hall together, and started playing with the holy spirit as if they were holding a round table meeting.

‘Sister, this game will be over in ten minutes. ’ Monet said to his sister in consciousness.

'This is already the fourth game you've played! '

Clary shared vision with Monet. She controlled the body of the Chaos Demon and looked up at the figure sitting opposite her for a moment.

One of the four dukes of the Demon Realm, the Grand Duke of Blood.

'What a trick! Why did he have to sit here. '

‘Sister… Grand Duke Blood just came into contact with the Holy Spirit not long ago, so you should be more lenient with newcomers. ’ Monet said in a weak voice.

'Who told you how good or bad he is at playing the Holy Spirit technique! I mean how can a duke of the devil world be interested in this kind of game, or play for a full four hours! '

During this period of time, Clary's impression of this bloody duke was somewhat distorted. In the eyes of the crusaders, each of the four dukes of the demon world had tens of millions of bones piled up under them, and they could kill human beings without mercy. Danger exists.

But the bloody justice opposite Clary is gradually becoming a middle-aged uncle who has a successful career, a happy family, and can live a comfortable life playing games at home. The most important thing is that he is still weak in playing games. When it comes time, she must listen to her cowardly brother's command.

If the commanders of the crusaders found out... that this private soldier named Monet obeyed a duke of the devil world, would they feel horrified or relieved?

‘Leave the long table after this game, Monet, don’t forget our duty! '

'Ming... I understand, sister, wait a minute, I will be able to get the quad kill soon! '

Listening to her brother's shout, Clary reaffirmed that it was a wrong decision to send him to the battlefield.

If it wasn't for the Grand Duke of Blood sitting opposite them, Clary would have taken the risk to use her spirit body to explore.

Those weak vampires couldn't detect her existence, but the Blood Duke wasn't sure.

When Clary's thoughts were a little confused, she heard the door of the hall being pushed open by someone.