I Can't Beat You Anymore-I'm Drained! I Can't Teach You! [5 More Chapters-Please Subscribe First]

Even if she failed the challenge in the simulator, she would not lose anything.

But was it really difficult to merely survive for a thousand years in this simulated world?

In the eyes of the ancestral witch Houtu, what was a thousand years? It was barely enough time for a nap.

It was practically a free reward!

It was probably some sort of opportunity. She just did not know what this opportunity would bring her!

As she thought about it, Houtu suddenly felt her stomach cramping and rebelling.

Houtu, who came from the Witch Race, was very familiar with this extremely uncomfortable sensation. She was hungry—very hungry!

Fortunately, after these three days, Houtu had already become quite skilled at dealing with this situation.

The next moment, Houtu opened her tiny mouth and cried out. Since she was still a baby, her cries naturally sounded like a wailing infant demanding milk.

As long as she cried, someone would naturally come and fill her stomach.

Sure enough, not long after her cries rang out, a woman hurried in from outside and walked to the small wooden bed.

It was her mother in this world—the mistress of this residence, Princess Consort Qin.

"You little rascal, you only finished feeding half an hour ago. How are you hungry again already? Oh, my little ancestor!"

Princess Consort Qin complained with her mouth, but her face was still full of love. She picked Houtu up from the wooden bed, opened her clothes, and began feeding her.

Gurgle, gurgle—

Houtu did not care about anything else. She suckled the milk in great gulps until her little belly swelled up.

Before long, Houtu fell asleep unconsciously while suckling. Her physical body was too weak and needed sleep to grow, something she could not control.

Seeing that she had