My Disciple Died Yet Again english

Zhu Yao felt that she was passing through, and there was no warning. She was sitting at the computer and chatting with people at the moment to discuss the company's newly developed online game vulnerability. The next moment she was already sitting in the thatched cottage with her white mouse in her hand.

She didn't respond for ten minutes, licking her mouse and subconsciously looking for a computer screen and host that suddenly disappeared. But I can only look at the front of a dilapidated table, where the monitor and the host, the mother can not find the keyboard.

"Smelly girl, what are you doing here?" Someone pushed the door in and raised her hand to call her. Subconsciously hiding, the only mouse in his hand was also shot and flew out, and it was gone.

Zhu Yao looked up to the side of the person, this is a very thin woman, the wrinkles on the head is very deep, the dark clothes are gray, like washing a lot of legs and lost color. There is a scent of ‘I am a rural woman’. The key is the costume she wears.

"who are you?"