All The Male Leads Have Blackened

The system struggled to find the database boss.

The system that manages the database is treated differently from them. The used reservoirs are wrapped in a circle of wool, which is soft and comfortable. A juice plug is placed next to it, which is converted into the data of the juice taste with a light touch and transmitted to the system.

There was also a plate of snacks on the table, which the little cute system had never seen before.

It held its head up, thinking about the lines before coming, all the same as pouring beans: "You are so overbearing! You don't care about the life and death of the host! Force cleaning and formatting, can't you wait for the host to complete the strategy?"

In the middle of the reservoir sits a system called Wang Xiaoliu. The official position is the largest.

Little cute is emotional, the data is chaotic, spit out a lot of bitter water, can't help but habitually put up crying bgm.

"You know how difficult it is to attack the world! I'm fighting hard with my host, and I will be tossed by you, alas, too much!"

Wang Xiaoliu poured a glass of juice for Xiaohuai, and said carefully: "No one is easy. We are very sympathetic to your encounter, and we must do our best to help you. However, we are helpless if we encounter such a thing."

When Xiao Ai heard such words, she immediately put the juice aside and sneered, "You really don't care, right?"

Wang Xiaoliu was indifferent, and most of this troublesome attitude was not afraid at all: "I know you are young and vigorous, so don't get excited ..."

Little cutie was angry: "Don't think I'm stupid. This is because you have made a mistake, otherwise how can the goal become like this?"

Wang Xiaoliu's data freezes immediately, stares at Xiao Ai for a while, and coughs twice.

There is no way to complain, and there is no justice.

Little cutie was kicked out, and stood at the door and spit out a large string: "Beep-beep-beep."

It kept his eyes open and glanced at the database while arguing with Wang Xiaoliu.

If you realize your goals, you must dispel doubts at all costs. Never be exposed at this time.

A long string of words is an order issued by the highest department. No matter what happens in most systems, it will never alarm the highest department. Is this serious?

What task did it take?

As the formatting day is getting closer, Cen Simao is wondering how she should die. The current favorability is still a bit far from the full value. I haven't brushed up for so long. It is estimated that even if we spend a little more time together, 80% will not work.

The favorability must be brushed up before dying.

She wasn't in a hurry, and was a bit broken.

Recently, the two have been tired of each other, and without worrying about it, Cen Simiao has had a smooth career. Since taking the film, the film has never been broken. She sighed and pushed it all.

Qin Zhongmo is quite busy with work, but always frees up time to accompany her. Cen Simiao does not play and stays at home all the time. He is particularly surprised and dangles in front of her with a basket for groceries.

Cen Simao wondered, "What are you doing?"

He raised his eyebrows: "What do you want to eat, say it quickly. I can eat a few meals without acting, I will buy it for you."

After making a full table, the two of them lie on the sofa without moving. The TV turned on and there was a variety show, which was particularly noisy. Cen Simiao was not annoying at all, lying on his chest, yawning and sleepy.

Qin Zhongmo held her, his fingertips couldn't help rubbing on the skin, a smile in his eyes, and the sun outside fell on his body.

Contagious, he couldn't help dozing off, closed his eyes, and held Cen Simiao's hand tightly. The brain is gradually relaxed and blank, just about to go to sleep.

Suddenly I felt warm on the back of my hand.

It seemed that his lips had kissed gently. He hadn't opened his eyes yet, the corners of his mouth couldn't help rising, his waist was tightly pinched, his thighs sat on him, and he leaned against his ear.

"Tomorrow you will go somewhere and wait for me."

Qin Zhongmo opened her eyes. She was rare and tender, and he agreed with a smile.

There is a manor in the city.

Qin Zhongmo drove in the car early in the morning, except for the staff. Cen Simiao should have been well prepared and told him only yesterday.

Thinking of going out, Cen Simiao was still lying on the bed, yawning and refused to get up, entangled his hands and feet.

Qin Zhongmo finally struggled. Putting on his clothes and wearing a tie, he chanted: "Hurry up, or I'll take you past me together, one after the other, it's not too much trouble."

Cen Simiao was dozed off under the quilt. It was useless in the daytime, so anxious to do something.

It was almost noon before she got up to wash, and her movements were slow. When applying makeup, my eyebrows are always unsatisfactory. I usually draw a few strokes, but today they are either heavy or thin.

The system frowns. Isn't this pretty? It doesn't take much trouble to repaint.

Cen Simiao swiped on the face with a makeup brush, looked at herself in the mirror, suddenly stopped, and asked, "You once said that there is something wrong with this world, what is wrong?"

The system opened his mouth to say, and closed it quickly.

Without waiting for an answer, Cen Simiao's voice was cold: "Is Qin Zhongmo?"

Still silent.

She clenched her lips and felt that something had gone wrong for so long, but Cen Simao didn't think about it. After all, if she knew everything, she still had to continue the task.

It's better to be a little confused.

With a calm expression, she brushed the blusher with her brush and looked at her glasses.

Suddenly he slammed his hands on the ground.

In winter, the night becomes long, but at five o'clock in the evening, the streets are already brightly lit. Cen Simiao answered many phone calls from Qin Zhongmo.

The tone rushed over there: "Are you here or not? Let me wait here for almost a day, playing with me?"

She softly coaxed: "I'm tired, you just wait for me."

Qin Zhongmo was amused: "Why are you **** tired?"

Cen Simiao: "How did you toss me last night? Do you have any idea?"

I lost money there.

Cen Simiao bought a car some time ago, drove on the road, and sang a song in his mouth. While waiting for the red light halfway, he texted Qin Zhongmo.

Then I threw the phone aside and squeezed my brows. Anyway, the task is half dead, let me talk about it first.

Qin Zhongmo saw the text message and came out of the room. The wind was cold and cold, and he wrapped his clothes tightly. The light in the manor was still dark.

Walked towards the place Cen Simiao said.

Seen from a distance there is a lamp.

Footsteps became hastily.

The two sides of the road gradually turned into spring scenes, all made of lights, lively, as if the cold winter was gone, and the spring blossomed.

Qin Zhongmo brow and continued to go forward, because some cold white lips were clenching tightly, and suddenly she saw the small log frame in front, with bright roses on it.

He bent his eyes, put his hands in his pockets, looked over, but saw the ring in the middle.

male.

Qin Zhongmo's heart trembled. He picked it up and placed it on his palm. An inconspicuous note was falling in the rose, which was also red. If he didn't look carefully, he wouldn't notice it.

Open slowly.

He stared at it for a long time, then suddenly bent his eyes and laughed, especially happy.

The sound of tires rubbing the ground. Qin Zhongmo's eyes lighted up, and he turned to look over, Cen Simiao's lights were on, and he drove towards here.

He couldn't help grinning and shouted at the car.

The place was empty and the sound became particularly loud. Cen Simiao heard it from afar, bending her eyes and turning to see the parking place, slowing down and preparing to stop.

Frowning frowned.

The steering wheel doesn't listen, it doesn't move, you can't press the brakes.

Even speeding up, and driving in the direction of Qin Zhongmo, Cen Simiao was panicked and shouted at the system.

The car was getting closer and closer to Qin Zhongmo, and the light shone on his body, the shadow pulled long, standing in the cold wind, with a smile between his brows.

The system blew up: "Crouch! Wang Xiaoliu you fuck-beep-beep-beep!"

A long series of mufflers, the system data was chaotic, this is where the system began to operate, the car suddenly turned a corner, and drove towards the big rock next to Qin Zhongmo.

In order to be afraid of the system causing trouble again, Wang Xiaoliu speeded up the work efficiency, and according to Cen Simiao's unplanned idea, she said nothing and killed her directly.

Simple and rude.

The car was getting closer and closer to the big rock. Cen Simao wanted to jump out of the car, but her hands couldn't get away from the steering wheel. Qin Zhongmo noticed something was wrong, and frowned, shouting at the car: "You **** hurry up Stop! "

The car was near, the lights were on, Qin Zhongmo's eyes were anxious, and across the window, he just hit Cen Simiao's eyes.

Can't see the emotions inside.

He was so anxious that he didn't shout, and the car passed by in an instant.

"Bang".

Qin Zhongmo was stiff, as if stupid. After reacting, she softened her legs, opened the door, and kept calling her name in her mouth.

The body was shaking so badly that the whole person was close to collapse.

Cen Simiao was lying in the arms of Qin Zhongmo, angry with hair, and blood was stained on his body. He panicked to call the ambulance, shaking himself, but couldn't hold the phone button for a long time.

She pursed her lips. "It hurts."

Qin Zhongmo burst into tears and heard another voice: "Let's see you again."

His throat was tight and his voice was a bit sharp: "You **** just gave Lao Tzu a ring, and you want to run away?"

"——Ding, the goal favorability is full."

Cen Simiao laughed a little, and the data was really **** hard.

She laboriously snatched her cell phone, and the ambulance phone just dialed out and hung up. Bending his eyes, "I'm really dying. It's no use calling the hospital."

Qin Zhongmo stared at her.

There was a fruit knife in the car. Qin Zhongmo was in front of her, cut through the arteries, blood flowed out, and his clothes were stained with red. He couldn't tell whose blood was.

Cen Simiao hugged him and heard his ear: "How can I not let you run away? I don't seem to be able to catch you."

She whispered, "Guess, who of the two of us died first?"

Qin Zhongmo kissed her fiercely.

The arteries on his body were stabbed several times, weaker than Cen Simiao, and his lips were pale, and he could not keep it. His eyes revealed his obsession and stared at her.

After a while, breathing stopped.

"——Ding, the goal is complete."

"——Ding, 100% of the life reverse task progress bar."

In the daytime, I could not feel the slightest warmth. The display of the room was particularly prominent, with precious decorations everywhere, and the painting on the wall was a great price.

There is a computer on the desk, and there is a person sitting in a long gown. The material looks particularly luxurious. He leaned on the back of his chair, his eyes closed, and the corners of his brows were indifferent.

Suddenly my eyes trembled.

Opening my eyes, there was a moment of confusion, and I woke up immediately afterwards, showing a cynical meaning. Rubbing his forehead, pondering things with his lips.

Footsteps came from the door.

Without looking up, I heard a soft voice: "Sir, this time the situation is a bit dangerous. Would you like to take a break and continue?"

He glanced at the desk, which was like an hourglass, and dripped slowly.

The voice sounded again: "Fortunately, your cultivation is stronger, and the danger is worth it."

He stared at it for a long time, suddenly frowning, and asked, "Can those experiences be kept aside?"

The woman froze, looked up, and respectfully said: "Yes, every time you pass through a world, it will be extracted from your memory and saved. It just seems like something unexpected this time ..."

"Sir, would you like to open these memories?"