After they regret their whole lives, I will never die in the training ground

When a thought arises, the associations in the mind cannot be stopped.

He remembered that when he occasionally went to the town to sell flesh, the first thing he did when he got the big bucks was not to buy rice, flour, oil and other daily necessities for his family, but to go to the teahouse to order a cup of tea and a plate of fried peanuts, and occasionally he would even order a pot of wine.

Then I listened to the storyteller telling all kinds of interesting and bizarre stories.

The most common creature in those bizarre stories is undoubtedly the fox demon.

Fox demons usually create a gorgeous building in a remote place, pretending to be a rich lady, and then seduce scholars to be eaten.

Or they would transform themselves into prostitutes in brothels and seduce rich young men to eat them.

Or maybe she turns into a woman in distress in the mountains and is lured into the mountains to be eaten by people who go hunting or collecting herbs.

The last one is also his favorite story, after all, it is closer to life.

In short, there is only one outcome if you encounter a fox demon, and that is to be eaten.

The hunter swallowed nervously, and his hand holding the bow and arrow trembled slightly.

He even smelled a faint scent of rouge in the air.

This kind of fragrance is usually described by storytellers as the alluring scent emitted by fox demons when they seduce people.

"Hu, Huzi!" Whether he was thinking too much or something, he was really scared now.

The young fox fell in the bushes due to exhaustion. Looking at the hunter's panicked back, his eyelids became heavier and heavier.

It didn't know what this meant, but it could feel its body was very heavy and very tired.

"嘤~"

It seemed to feel the warmth from its mother again, and forced itself to open its eyes.

"Oh, I'd be troubled if you died."

'......Who is speaking?'

........................Treatment dividing line......................

"It's so cold..."

The little white fox muttered and curled up its already bent body even tighter.

"Cold?"

"Yeah, it would be strange if you weren't cold dressed like this."

"Would this be better?"

The voice close to his ear made the little white fox, who was still half asleep, open his eyes suddenly.

She would never forget this language; it was the language spoken by the human who killed her father and sister.

The thinking little white fox suddenly felt something strange.

Eh?

Father, sister, human…what is this?

What are these things that appear in my mind?

"You're awake, are you feeling okay?"

The sound that appeared in his ear again made the little white fox look around for it.

"who are you?"

"Where are you?"

"Well, don't worry. I have no physical body, so you can't see me. But if you want to see me, it's not impossible."

The little white fox, who was just beginning to gain wisdom, was a little dizzy. "What, what... speak slower."

"It seems that this little bit of 'mind' is still too little. After I healed your injuries, you had a human form and could speak, but now there is nothing left.

"So I can't impart more knowledge to you. So what you want to know now, I can only tell you orally."

The little white fox was confused after hearing this, and was thinking with his still slow brain.

"what?"

"people?"

Looking down, the little white fox let out a sharp roar, "Ah!!!"

"How did I become like this?!!"

The little white fox was so frightened that it used its hands and feet, and then fell to the ground with its face in a very uncoordinated posture.

Can you imagine a beautiful girl with animal ears who is extremely beautiful and dignified, wearing a charming and cool transparent gauze, with a pair of passionate and stupid eyes, and her cheeks become wet because of the pain.

Then face you with your head on the ground and your hips facing the sky?

This is probably the stupid beauty that only exists in fantasy.

Although this picture is worthy of appreciation, Bai Qingge still covered his forehead with his hands in pain.

Oh no, she has no hands now.

In short, don’t ask, it will only give you a headache.

Oh, that’s not right. She has no head now either.

Thinking of this, she greeted the simulator in a friendly manner.

To ask why it is again, please let us turn the time back one hour.

"New world, here I come!" Bai Qingge happily announced his arrival.

This time it’s finally not a baby start. With such a mature and reliable voice like mine, wouldn’t it be... eh?

"Where are I?"

After studying it for a long time, she finally confirmed that she was dead.

To be more precise, the extraterritorial life she purchased has no entity itself.

So I need to use a 'ghost' body to travel around the world?

Although it is very convenient, but, what’s the point of playing if you can only look but not touch?

"You dog..." Half an hour of cordial greetings is omitted here.

After she had scolded enough, she began to study her own talents.

The simulator is a scam, but what it provides is indeed genuine.

Since your dreams can come true, then having a body is not a difficult thing.

10 minute later.

"Why am I still like this?"

[Host, please be patient, as this is the first time that the host has used extraterritorial life for simulation, so I would like to give some instructions.]

[Although this extraterrestrial life has no physical form, it can be anything that can be observed and touched.]

"So what's going on with my current situation?"

[The host lacks growth and has no 'mind' to use his own talents.]

After a detailed explanation of the simulator, she basically understood her current situation.

First of all, her innate talent of "everything she thinks is true" can indeed turn fantasy things into reality, but it lacks an important factor, "thought".

This "thought" is the power of belief. When someone is given the power to believe, then everything she thinks will become true.

But this talent has a huge flaw. It can’t be called a flaw, but it can barely be considered a limitation.

"Thoughts" can only be produced by others, and she cannot exist in this form for a long time.

The extraterritorial life forms of her kind are very powerful, so powerful that there is no upper limit, but at the same time they are also very weak, so weak that if they do not find a host in time, they will dissipate directly.

It was as if she was a vending machine now, and people had to buy food with money before they could take it out.

Only with money can you buy goods from suppliers, and then sell the goods to get money, thus forming a cycle.

If no one pays to buy it, the vending machine will eventually become scrapped.

Once you save enough money, you can buy anything.