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

There are advantages to take advantage of, and countless people are like bees smelling the sweet fragrance.

Yanli just needs to sit there and listen to the blessing.

She could tell every second swipe and became the talk of everyone.

No one has this memory.

Because the other party remembers that when everyone picks up the cake, they will give another blessing when they see someone, but they will not ask for red envelopes again.

After all, the second swipe also wanted a red envelope. With so many people watching, it would be very embarrassing not to get it.

9999/10000

The task is stuck at the last one again.

Yanli posted on a WeChat Moments, which was also her first time.

Copywriting: Today is my birthday, wish me a happy birthday and give me a red envelope...

Then there are photos and coordinates of the scene.

This news did not block anyone, and countless people were shocked.

Song Hao: I'll go, I'll go, I said who is grabbing business across the street, it turns out it's you, the girl.

Gu Mengmeng: Hey!cake!Ouch!Lots of cakes!

Shu Yue: Here I come! ! !

Xiao Xiaoyi: Happy birthday...

Some people say happy birthday, some people don't reply, and some people are on their way.

Soon, countless cars parked in the park, and familiar faces appeared in front of Yanli.

They almost died laughing when they looked at Yan Li's outfit.

"Xiao Li, are you cosplaying the God of Wealth again?"

"Haha, happy birthday, sister, you are dressed so formally, yo, and there is a red envelope."

"Happy birthday to Sister Rainbow...Thank you, Sister Rainbow."

"Happy birthday, little girl. Eat fruit and less cream, cute boy."

"Mom, you eat too much. Dad won't let you eat so much cake..."

"It's okay. It's okay to eat it once in a while."

"Happy birthday……"

Yanli looked at the excitement around him and took out the red envelopes one by one, but the progress remained unchanged.

The cake distribution lasted for three days and ended. It was like arriving without notice and leaving without notice.

On the fourth day, some people came and found that they had already left. Some people still had unfinished business.

After all, if you don’t like cream, you can also choose pure fruit flavors.

Yanli tried to give cakes to others to get blessings, but the progress remained unchanged.

Or tell others that it’s my birthday, but the progress hasn’t moved.

Or intimidating tourists and asking them to say birthday wishes, but the progress still does not respond.

She could only study the mission.

Give yourself a birthday cake?

Own……

Yan Li stood in front of the mirror, put on the clothes he wore when he came out of Yan's house, stood in front of the mirror, and said to himself in the mirror: "Happy birthday, Yan Li."

It's like a final goodbye.

Nothing happened, it seemed like something had happened.

10000/10000

"Ding, the mission is completed, you get... health points, mission two click... the system crashed... broke... restart... failed to restart, update... update and repair..."

Name: Yan Li (King of Eight Trigrams, Listener of Secrets of the Dead)

Gender: Female

Age: 21

Physique: 5? (The plague chicken among the weak chickens)

Life value: January 33, 1 (Life is a glass of wine, just taste it and then leave)

Special ability: Cannot die until health reaches zero.

"Ding, the repair is completed, the main mission is released: The Great Art Poet."

"Ding, main task one: compose music, lyrics, poetry and composition by yourself, publish it, and be seen by countless people. The number of words reaches 0. Task progress: 10/[-]w. Once the task is completed, you will gain one year of health."

"Tip: Punctuation doesn't count."

"..."

"Tip: Don't use your hands on others."

"Please ask the mentally retarded host to complete the task as soon as possible..."

"Okay, go away..."

As soon as you don't speak, the system will show off your IQ.

Self-inflicted, can't live...

The weather in May prompted the owner of the little electric donkey to wear sun protection clothing to protect his delicate skin.

The haunted house maintains a cool temperature and a scary atmosphere.

Song Hao has been replaced by someone else, and he is still not used to it. After all, the new employee does not dare to complain to him.

"Manager Song, is it really okay for her to play with her mobile phone like this?" The newcomer pointed at the person lying in the coffin playing with his mobile phone in the surveillance camera.

The surveillance is there to prevent accidents, and at the same time, the inside of the haunted house has a panoramic view.

Song Hao leaned on the chair and said: "Xiao He, this girl who didn't even sign the contract and is the mascot of the haunted house, do you think it will have any impact on her playing with her mobile phone?"

Xiao He looked over and saw a visitor entering the room. He looked nervously into the coffin because there was movement in the coffin.

A head slowly rose from the coffin, and then eyes, half of the face looking at the people outside.

The eyes seemed to have no light, and were gloomy and terrifying...

This was fine...

Suddenly... a green light hit his face, and the man in the coffin stood up suddenly.

"what……"

The tourists were frightened and ran away screaming. The person in the coffin changed the green screen of his mobile phone and refreshed the screen again.

Xiao He didn't know what to say. It would be scary if others chased her away. She stood up and could scare the passengers and run away. No one else could.

Song Hao said with a serious expression: "Don't worry about my sister's affairs."

Just as Song Hao was talking, another tourist entered.

A head and half a face popped out of the coffin. He thought it was the same move, but another head popped up, and then another... and then a row of heads filled the coffin.

Not only the tourists, Song Hao's hair stood up, his scalp went numb, and he wanted to run away.

But he didn't run away, Xiao He beside him did. It was inevitable that he couldn't hold back for the first time.

The sound of running brought Song Hao back to his senses. He looked carefully and saw the ones in front and the mirror behind him.

but?How did you do it!

Soon Xiao He came back embarrassedly, and Song Hao didn't say anything.

Early the next morning, while Yanli was resting, Song Hao stretched his head to look at the coffin. The prop had a double-sided head, like a lollipop with a human head. There were retractable buckles glued to the inside of the coffin, as well as a mirror leaning against the wall.

The girl showed her head first, then the second one, giving people the feeling of a living creature.

It was definitely a prop, but I didn’t know when the girl did it, so I was shocked.

He thought the girl should have brought it in with her when she was changing her quilt.

There is a girl wearing headphones. What song is she listening to?

It seems to belong to Jay Chou?

Doesn't she like to listen to horror music?

Song Hao left with a confused look on his face.

Yanli was working on a task, and the songs of several singers were very useless.

As for poetry, I don’t know...

At most one comes, a bright moon, a star, a piece of sky, a dark cloud, a bird, a tree, a person, a dog, a flower, an insect, a piece of land, a piece of soil, and the sound of insects. A seed, a root... a green leaf, a pair of feet, an eye, a leaf, a gust of wind, a high mountain, a piece of blue, a tomorrow...

Write from top to bottom, all the way to the center of the earth, and then go back to the sky again and again, a cycle of reincarnation.

Yan Li thought it was good and created an account named Li Jing.

Leaving prison, leaving hell, there is nothing wrong with it.

But there was something else, and she didn't care.

Then I published it directly under this pen name.

Name: a book.

Alias: Wait.

People browse quickly and leave again quickly.

144/10w

It seemed so easy, and it didn't seem to be a problem for her at all.