Intellectual retardation system: Even ancestors are afraid of crazy criticizers and gossip lovers

After being seen many times, Yan Li looked at the owner of his gaze, his expression as calm as water and his eyes cold and ruthless.

But the tips of the other party's ears turned red, and his slender white fingers clenched the book tightly.

"Quack... I fell in love with you at first sight. Host, you are so charming." The system teased with a wicked smile, as if it wanted to have fun with the host.

"You turned on my charm."

"I didn't. Host, you have forgotten. You are good-looking. This is normal." The system refused to admit it.

Yan Li was certain that the system had turned on the charm, and it might even have added bonuses. After all, she told strangers to stay away, so it was impossible for people to blush.

A long time ago it was all about the power of beauty, but later it was all about the charm of personality.

It was another day of white moonlight. For Yanli, it was a mistake.

The master turned his head again, and there was no one sitting at the stone table. He was extremely disappointed for a moment, and he recalled his thoughts and concentrated on teaching.

After Yanli left, when someone bumped into each other because they were looking at her, she said coldly: "Shut it down."

The young master watched her frequently along the way, and even the woman blushed when she looked at her. She just tied a high ponytail without any accessories, so she wouldn't look like a heartthrob.

"I don't, bite me, come on, come on..." the system provoked.

Yan Li stopped and raised his soul hand.

"What are you doing?" The system's voice sounded cautious, and then it began to scream: "Ahhhhhhhh... I was wrong, I turned it off!"

Yanli stopped tearing his soul in half, and his soul slowly recovered.

The system stopped working, and he yelled crazily: "I regret it so much, ahhh... I regret it so much, why am I so unlucky to bind you, a pervert?"

If there was anyone in the system, he would be rolling around on the ground, fully integrating into the host soul in order to live, and sharing the five senses of the host like now.

"Ah ah ah... I regret it so much..."

"..."

"If God gives me another chance, I will never choose your planet!"

"..."

"Ah ah ah... Why can't the time go back to before the binding..."

"..."

"It must be that I'm not strong enough. Just wait, host. I will definitely go back to before the binding!"

"Yes, then come on." Yan Li was not annoyed, but encouraged the system.

After backtracking, she saw that the positions of the stars remained unchanged. At a glance, she knew that the system was only a planetary backtracking, not the universe, not even the moon.

The system stopped talking again, but the people around her no longer looked at her intently, with various emotions in their eyes, the most common of which was incomprehension of her clothes.

After all, everyone wears ancient costumes. If you wear a sportswear, you will look weird no matter how you look at it. You don’t feel immoral. Maybe it’s because her sportswear is loose and doesn’t expose any skin.

Yanli felt that he needed to change his clothes, and the first thing was to make money.

As I walked, I passed by a store selling ornaments. I looked sideways and saw that I had left the city again. When I came back, there was a piece of wood as tall as a person, which I couldn't even hold in my arms.

Holding her with one hand, she lined up to enter the city again. No one dared to stop her, and no one collected city fees.

"Boom..." sounded.

The shopkeeper looked for his voice and looked at a woman in strange clothes and an ordinary piece of wood next to her. The first thing he thought was: Are you making trouble?

Yan Li said with his newly learned pronunciation: "Would you like to collect the wood carvings?"

As soon as the shopkeeper nodded, he saw a knife appear in the other person's hand, cutting iron like clay. He stared wide-eyed, looking at a piece of wood, like cutting tofu, being quickly... carved into a fairy.

Yanli: Let’s get to know the one-to-one beauty figure.

After the Ice Sculpture Along the River During the Qingming Festival, wood carving was no longer a problem.

When he came out of the hotel again, he was dressed in a black outfit, his hair was still in a high ponytail, but with a black ribbon added, he looked like a child of the world.

Then she went to initiation again.

The master turned his head and saw the woman from yesterday coming again.

Yanli looked over and saw that the other person's ears were red again. She was sure that the heartthrob mode was turned off.

This time she did not leave, and continued to listen to the other person's reading. The Master taught her every word, and she read every word clearly.

He recited one article every day, and asked students to write two words repeatedly every day until they finished writing, and then taught the next article.

On the third day, the stone table was empty.

Yanli did not go to private school, but sat in the teahouse, alone, listening to the passers-by, listening to the conversations, and watching the various life styles here.

Women here can attend private schools, be officials, engage in business, investigate crimes, and be as delicate as a flower.

Same goes for men.

It seems that everyone is equal here, but the strong are respected. There are still rich and powerful people, and there are also petty thieves.

Ghosts and monsters are rampant, and in this world of warriors and spiritual beings, the underworld is strict. Ghosts come into the world, and any obsessions formed will be dragged into hell.

This is also a healthy world, a complete system, and a perfect lifestyle.

"Host, you look very idle, hurry up and complete the task." The system couldn't stand the leisurely person and urged.

"The emergence of gods is accompanied by demons."

"What do you mean?" The system was a little confused.

"If I want to be someone who is admired, there must be people who do evil like me. Otherwise, who will become a 'believer'?"

"So I suggest you open a sect and establish a sect so that ordinary people can practice it so that everyone can follow it."

"Are there many ordinary people?"

"Accounting for 90.00%. You see there are many warriors here because the sect is on the top of the mountain. It is more difficult to practice in this world. The so-called favored ones are basically people of great wisdom, equivalent to doctors and scientists, so there are very few .”

"It's such a strange world..."

"Let's describe it this way. Blue Star was like this in the past, but it's just a little different. When the moon moves away to a certain distance, the world will turn from light and dark to gray. It's the so-called era of spiritual energy exhaustion. At that time, cultivation can't be done, and the same ghosts can't form."

Yanli just nodded slightly, rarely speaking in a serious manner...nonsense.

"It is said that people with great wisdom can practice, but ordinary people can practice casually, then I will be killed by them."

After all, resources will be divided. As long as there are intelligent creatures, no profit cake will be allowed to be divided.

"So host, go and create the Demonic Cult. There are only bad people in this world, and there happens to be no Demonic Cult. Go ahead, go ahead, it's interesting, jiejiejie..." With so many prefixes, the system finally stated its purpose, the mechanical voice The weird smile got even weirder.

Demonic Cult, 90.00% of its followers, after all, who doesn’t want to have super powers.

Yan Li is still not in a hurry. She is learning the language from each 'story', one song after another, and the songs are endless.

It is much more interesting than flipping through a dictionary directly. The words are alive, varied and colorful.

Selling one's body to bury one's father, an infatuated man and a woman, separation between life and death, love and hatred... The stories are rich, just like the stars in the sky, you can't finish them all.

A woman is drinking tea at the window, and the audience is looking down with interest.

On the other side, someone was sitting upright, looking at a book, but looking at her perfect and delicate profile with a dull look, and even forgot to drink tea.

There was no teaching and no one to call him back to his senses.