Fast Transmigration: Black Raiders

Gürich: Shallow people try to be funny, because their ignorance requires flattery to make fools pay.Those with deep souls are always boring, their lives are not in their bodies, but in their works.like me.

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Li Tang pulled his hair, said with a shy smile, "My dear little Jiu, Dad really didn't mean not to complete the task."

The little boy with black hair and snow skin turned his head and looked at him coldly: "According to your heart rate and adrenaline secretion, this is the 120th lie you told today." He turned his head and held the rag Wipe the dust that does not exist on the glass bottle, and the bottle is filled with colorful and gorgeous soul gas.

Li Tang smiled and frowned, revealing his sharp little canine teeth: "Okay, okay, I'm lying. I just suddenly felt that collecting souls is not so important anymore, I want these bottles..." He took a bottle, blue Color's soul shone with undulating brilliance, and he whispered, as if he was torturing his heart, "What do I want them for?"

In the past, he wanted other people's memories and emotions, and tried all kinds of love and hate curiously, but now, he has his own emotions.That person made him face himself, gave him a love that was exclusive to him that he had never experienced before, and no longer had the shadow of other people.

He, at first, was himself.

Li Tang casually tossed the bottle into the air, took it firmly in his hand, and placed it gently on the shelf.The corner of his mouth curled up, and he said with a smile: "Xiao Jiu, I want to release all these souls. It must be very lonely to lock them in the bottle. I always thought it was a deal, but in this deal, I acted as the devil The role of death. The ultimate destination of death should be ease and silence."

Xiao Jiu raised her face and looked at him, blinking her eyes: "Do you want to be a philanthropist?"

Li Tang rubbed his chin and nodded suddenly: "You are right, why should I be an exquisite and self-interested businessman instead of a God who solves troubles for people?" He opened the glass at random from the carved wooden cabinet that extended infinitely to the ceiling door, took out a bottle and opened the cork, the soul inside was twirling around, seemed to be dazed for a moment before poking it out cautiously, Li Tang smiled and said, "Although I forgot your name, I wish you can enjoy death. "

The soul happily circled him twice, and went straight to the space-time shuttle gate where energy was condensed, and dissipated in the twisted time-space in an instant.

Li Tang smiled in relief, opened two or three more bottles, and was about to continue the movement in his hand when he heard the sound of wind chimes.

"A guest is coming." Xiao Jiu watched his movements indifferently, without stopping him.

Li Tang corrected: "It's not a guest, it's an object of assistance."

With a small face, Xiao Jiu turned her head to open a time-space door, and a soul floated out from it, and the stars gathered into a slender figure.

A young man with messy, fluffy and pure black curly hair raised his narrow and cold phoenix eyes, and looked critically at the two people in front of him. The corners of his mouth slowly raised a contemptuous arc: "Where's your boss? I don't want to discuss business with ignorant brats." .”

Xiao Jiu looked at Li Tang gloatingly. This man's arrogance did not have the slightest desire to be helped.

Li Tang resisted the urge to slap the opponent to death, endured and endured, unable to hold back, took out his fan and slapped his soul into the gate of time and space.The curly-haired young man floated a certain distance in an instant, and suddenly couldn't hold back his mature face, he rolled on the ground in a panic, with his head down, his body floating in mid-air, and his hands were grabbing the legs of the table.

"I, I, I, I was wrong, stop!" The young man shouted, "I am here to do business with sincerity! You can ask for my soul!"

Hearing the young man shouting helplessly, Li Tang frowned and dropped his fan.Such a tone does not seem to be intended to cause trouble.

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The curly hair named Qu Lixi died at the age of 25. He was a perverted musical genius who died early. His motto was "I don't need people who are inferior to me to recognize me." He blinded himself at the age of 15 in order to obtain superhuman hearing He was lonely all his life, committed suicide at the age of 25 in order to become a person who is more powerful than God and can control his own life and death. After he died, he remembered that he forgot to finish writing the requiem, so he went into a pawn shop.

Li Tang: I don't want to help Shenjingbing.

Li Tang gritted his teeth and swallowed his blood, and agreed to be a good person from today onwards, and not give up just because the person he helped was seriously ill.He told Qu Lixi that he didn't need to charge any fees. The young man's eyes darkened, and he suddenly stood up and asked him if there was any conspiracy. Complacent, as if avoiding a terrifying trick.

Li Tang locked Qu Lixi into the bottle bitterly, and then packed up and was about to leave when someone grabbed him by the sleeve.He lowered his head, and Xiao Jiu looked up at him.

"What's the matter? Darling, are you reluctant to part with Dad?" Li Tang pinched his face.

Xiao Jiu put on a face, let him knead, and said sullenly: "I want to be with you."

"Come with me?" Li Tang was surprised. This is the second time that Xiao Jiu asked to go on a mission with him. The first time was when he was first created. He was loud and dramatic, and would never be with him again.

Xiao Jiu blinked: "I want to see the person who makes you change."

Li Tang nodded happily: "Father should take you to meet your second daddy." Holding Xiao Jiu in his arms, he adjusted his time-space orientation, stepped into the time-space gate, "Let's go."

Xiao Jiu obediently laid her head on his shoulder, her black hair stuck to her snow-white cheeks, and her eyes were so dark that they wanted to absorb all the light.

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Qu Lixi's diary:

XX XX XX

My name is Qu Lixi. Today is my tenth birthday. My father gave me a biography of the pianist Beethoven and a notebook.After spending three hours watching Beethoven's life, I decided to use this notebook as a diary.

Why use a notebook to write a diary?Because I think I will become a more powerful pianist than Beethoven, and future generations will definitely want to know about my life. At this time, the diary has become an important basis for biography.The guy who wrote the biography of Beethoven is so bullshit that even I can't believe some of the details.

Oh, it’s not that I think this book is too nonsense, but it’s so nonsense that a ten-year-old naive boy like me couldn’t believe it.So I have been thinking for a long time, how to make the ridiculous content very credible?My answer is drawn by the parties themselves. Eight out of ten sentences are true, and two sentences are flattery. The credibility must be very high.Just like what my dad does outside every day, but I am more sincere and smarter than him. He is false in five sentences, true in three sentences, and bragging in two sentences, so not many people believe him.I reminded him two days ago that today is my birthday, and he lied to me that he still remembered, and asked me what gift I wanted, and I said I wanted a new piano, but the one at home was too old, and he swore to buy a Stein Wei, I didn't believe him back then.

He was always drinking heavily, and he couldn't listen to anyone disobeying him. He couldn't let him see this page of the diary, and it would be torn up soon.

(Later torn.)

XX XX XX

The classmates in the class were so disgusting that they called me a sissy.Bah, I don't want to be a man if I want to look dirty and snot like them.Some people said I had no mother, so I grabbed him and beat him up, making him cry for his father and mother to find a teacher.

Dad was called to school again today, and I was beaten by him in front of everyone at school. On the way back, I took advantage of him to buy medicine, and I sneaked away.I just wanted to annoy him, he didn't stand on my side and his wife's side, but on the side of the bad guys.After dark, I finished my homework on the side of the road, and I was so hungry that I walked home slowly.

He was watching a football game, and when he saw me say, "You're back? You can eat the rice in the pot by yourself", I was so angry that I went to the kitchen and saw fried chicken and hamburgers on the table. He said The future piano prince must be clean, and I am usually not allowed to eat fried food.For the sake of his conscience, I forgive him.

I took the fried chicken and hamburger to the living room to watch the football game with him. He said to help me taste it. I held the hamburger over and he took half of my hamburger with one mouth.

This father must not be my own.

After dinner, he applied the medicine for me, hissing as he rubbed it, like he was the one who got punched.He said he was angry that I didn't play hard enough, and that if I got hurt, I wouldn't be able to be a pianist.I think what he said is very reasonable. The meaning of my life is to be a pianist, and I must not dream of being a down-and-out musician like my father.

Both of us were afraid of that ending, so we made an agreement not to fight with others in the future, and if someone wanted to hit me, I asked them to hit me in the face.

XX XX XX

Today I am fifteen, and my dad is blind due to corneal disease, and his temper is even more irritable than before.In the past, a two-dollar cup would not be willing to throw away a corner if it was knocked, and it would not matter if a lip was cut and bloody.

I decided to donate my cornea to him, but unfortunately living people can't donate it, so I plan to die.I don't care if I live or not. To me, life is still fun, but death is not terrible.Most people commit suicide because they are miserable or impatient, and die when no one is happy.Of course, I didn't seek death because I was happy, but I wanted to give my father a pair of eyes.He always thought that in my heart, the piano was more important than him, and I tricked him to make him happy.If I let him know that I don't put my music dream first in my life, I will probably be very angry.

I thought carefully about what would happen to him if I died.He may be sad and sad, but still live.Because he is useless enough, no matter how badly he lives, he doesn't mind.In the past few years, he has earned some money by working part-time. He is talented and has some savings. Someone wanted to marry him the year before last, but he gave up.Whether you like it or not is second, the most important reason is that he is too stingy, and he doesn't want to spend his money on multiple people. I really don't know why my mother chose to marry him back then?

I was worried that if I died, he would even be so stingy that he didn’t want to have an operation, so I left a suicide note in advance, telling him to do the operation well, find a good man to marry, and have a child who is not as smart as me but at least smarter than others , and then cultivate his piano level.

(The following content is supplemented by pens of different colors.)

I went out to find a hotel and planned to commit suicide by burning charcoal, when I suddenly remembered that my father was blind and couldn't read the letter I left behind.I put my things on my back and rushed out, thanking the hotel owner, if I died with him, I would probably ruin his business.

On the way home, a car almost wiped my clothes. At that moment, there was a force pulling me away, and then a childish voice sounded in my head.

Now I still have the childish voice of the so-called system named "Xiao Jiu" in my head. He won't let me call him childish, so I wrote it down.He said that I should have been hit by a car and lost my sight today, but he saved me, and I insisted on thanking him.He still refuses to admit that he is a fool, and asking for credit will only reduce the degree of favorability.

But I don't hate him.

He told me that he has a way to realize my ideal, as long as I earn enough money, why don't I worry about a lot of corneal transplants in the future?I said that I don't need a lot of corneas, and I don't want to cook them. He angrily expressed love, how can I not?It had to, so I signed a treaty with him.He said that he only helps single dogs, and I can't fall in love with anyone in my life.I asked him if he couldn’t find a partner to hate and fall in love with. He muttered that his father found him a stepfather without his consent. I sympathized with him and understood him. If it was my father, he could get married, but he had to Just ask for my opinion.

The two of us have reached an agreement, and I believe there will be pleasant cooperation in the future.

The author has something to say: The CP of this volume: The second-rate arrogant pianist X, you can’t even guess the attack

Who would have guessed that this scroll attack has already entered the scene, hahahahaha