From the birth of a son to the separation of Nuwa and her path to becoming a god

What the hell? Points contest?

Meng Liu frowned and opened the system panel and saw the scrolling screen.

Currently ranked number one is a man named Long Aotian.

Meng Liu calmly swiped down the interface and saw himself, ranked eleventh.

This Long Aotian now has a total of points, but he only has 6300.

Meng Liu asked the system [What are the rewards for first place? 】

[Generally, the organizers of such competitions are very generous. Isn’t it written above that there are physical attribute points? As for the mysterious reward, it may be a mysterious prop. 】

Have attribute points? It must be rushed, her current value is too low, and attribute points are the scarcest.

[In addition to having children, is there any other way for me to increase my points? 】

The system pondered for a moment and replied [In principle, you can kill the missionaries and take their points. 】

Meng Liu raised his eyebrows [If you don’t look at what’s going on now, where can I find the taskmaster? 】

Besides, people have no grievances against her and just kill people just to win her. It’s not like she has a disease in her heart and just likes to kill people for fun.

[Then you can only rely on having children, and yes, you can also rely on studying. Generally, when you learn a new skill, the system will also issue some points as appropriate. 】

After understanding this, Meng Liu looked at the system forum again.

"Damn, who is this Long Aotian? Why are the points so high? I only have more than a thousand points and I am not even qualified to be on the list."

"The boss is the boss, no matter in the novel about the overbearing president or in reality, he is so awesome."

"How many tasks must be completed with more than 10,000 points!"

"Forget it, don't think about it, just go ahead and build the world. By the way, has anyone ever met Nuwa?"

"I've never encountered her before. Now I have everything ready and I just need to send people. I'm just waiting for Nuwa to show up."

"Although I'm very greedy for the physical attribute points, I don't have enough ability, ying ying ying."

"Physique attribute points? Isn't it a perfect score of 100? You don't even have a perfect score yet?"

"Damn it, sir, how did the person upstairs get a perfect score of 100?"

"We dwarves are born with good physical fitness. The initial value is 98. What's wrong, aren't you?"

"My elves are not bad either, my initial strength is over 90!"

"You have all spoken, so I, the nine-tailed fox group, have to say the same thing. Our charm is naturally high!"

"What? Are there missionaries from other races besides humans?"

"Mom, I want to go back, but I can't defeat these races."

"What's the use of your good physique, strength and charm? Our human race, Long Aotian, isn't number one on the list!"

Meng Liu watched everyone discuss for a while before he realized that it turned out that the missionaries were not only humans, but also many other races. He just heard from the system that killing other missionaries could gain their points.

No one has thought of this method in this competition. What about the next competition?

What if someone has evil intentions and comes to kill her?

She may not have any intention of harming others, but she must have the intention to guard against others. At least she must have the ability to protect herself!

Thinking of this, Meng Liu felt a little on pins and needles, and wished he could start learning from Yan Shisan right away.

The martial arts competition is also over. This time the top three are all good at martial arts.

Meng Liu arranged official positions for them one by one.

Carrying Qi Minghe back to his tent.

"Where is Yan Shisan?"

The eunuch replied: "Mr. Yan is walking around outside. He said that he can pick a lot of medicinal materials in the forest this time."

When Meng Liu heard this, he thought this was a good opportunity to learn: "Take me there."

Qi Minghe couldn't figure out why she wanted to study medicine.

Meng Liu comforted: "You have hurt your body this time. I will learn from the imperial doctor carefully and nurse you back to health in person. You can just have a good rest here. I will come back when I go."

Seeing that she was doing it for him, Qi Minghe nodded in agreement no matter what he said. He still had many things to do.

After walking quickly with the eunuch guards, they found Yan Shisan, who was digging in the earth with a backpack on his back and his butt sticking out.

He turned around and saw Meng Liu: "Why are you here?"

Since becoming a disciple, Yan Shisan is no longer afraid of Meng Liu, his apprentice, and does not regard her as an emperor at all.

Fortunately, Meng Liu was not a real empress, so she didn't mind too much.

"I see you are digging for herbs outside. Why don't I come here and learn from you?"

Yan Shisan glanced at the eunuch guards: "The master's medical skills are not allowed to be passed on to others. If you can learn it, let them leave."

Meng Liu hurriedly responded: "You all stand down."

The eunuch said anxiously: "No, Your Majesty, this wilderness is very dangerous. If something happens to you, all the slaves will be responsible for it."

Yan Shisan said: "Study medicine with me, no one can hurt her, so don't worry."

Meng Liu forcefully told the group to retreat.

"Okay, now that we're all gone, can you start teaching me?"

Yan Shisan didn't know which corner of the basket he took out a milk bottle: "The first step is to learn how to make milk."

Meng Liu's face was full of questions. This bottle looked like it was made in modern times. What does studying medicine have to do with making milk?

"I think we should learn to identify medicinal materials first?"

Yan Shisan was angry: "Am I the teacher or you are the teacher? You can't even learn how to make milk. I won't teach you anything else!"

Meng Liu had no choice but to take the bottle and make milk in front of him.

"No! Don't shake the bottle violently!"

"Too much water!"

"Too much milk powder!"

"Why are you so stupid!"

Following Yan Shisan, Meng Liusheng, who had been tortured for a day, returned to the tent without love.

She couldn't figure out what this medical skill had to do with making milk, and it was clear that Yan Shisan was deliberately looking for trouble by not teaching her medical skills.

The milk she made from behind was so good and fast, and Yan Shisan could still find fault.

Now I can only make two preparations. While studying, I also place my hope on Qi Minghe's belly.

Meng Liu calculated that as long as Qi Minghe gave birth to 18 children, all of whom were girls, she would be able to earn 9000 points at once. Adding her original points, surpassing Long Aotian would not be a big problem.

But when she works hard, others will definitely work hard too, so the more points the better just in case.

[System, how long will this competition last? 】

The system replies [until the end of your mission. 】

Meng Liu thought for a while [As long as all 18 children are born, will the mission be over? Or do you mean that after giving birth, I can stay in this world and continue to have children as before? 】

The system is silent for a moment [You can stay and continue. 】

[Are there any points left? Can it be counted into the competition? 】

【Can. 】

Meng Liu breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that there was no need to worry for the time being. Qi Minghe was now 20 years old. He had one child per year. Even if he went through menopause at the age of 50, with an average of 4 babies per child, he could still have 120 babies. It’s a girl. Converted into points, that’s points!

Qi Minghe, who was not aware of it, suddenly felt a little sore, especially in his abdomen.