Cannon fodder apprentice counter attack system

Wang Junsheng braved the heavy rain and returned to the cabin.The wooden door was pushed open by him, and he hurried into the room, wiping the rainwater off his face.

The rain had already blurred his vision, and his body was much colder because of the rain, but fortunately, the blood of pure yang was quite pure, and he only had to step into the wooden house for a while, and his body temperature returned to normal.

The little dog inside the skirt had been quietly hiding in his arms for a long time, until now, it began to run around in his arms unquietly.

The fluffy head bulged in his arms, and it fiddled with it for a long time before pawing at Wang Junsheng's clothes with its paws, revealing its somewhat damp head.

Although his head was wet, Wang Junsheng protected it very well, but he didn't become drenched.But its body is dirty, covered with dirt, and there is still wet mud sticking to its white hair, making its whole body look gray.

Wang Junsheng couldn't help smiling slightly when he saw the little dog like this.This little guy must have been tortured too badly, it's a good thing it just stayed in his arms quietly and obediently.

Thinking of it this way, he felt a subtle satisfaction filling his heart.

He found a piece of clean cotton cloth, put the little dog on it, and said as he walked out, "Stay here obediently. I'll scoop up water and boil it for you."

The little dog curled up and buried his body in the cotton cloth, always thinking about running to the bedding.It was just drenched in rain, but it was hugged by that guy, but now the warmth has gone away. It felt a little wronged thinking about it, and its black eyes kept turning.

But Wang Junsheng still walked out with an oil-paper umbrella.The little dog felt that he was too embarrassed, and an adult wanted to take care of a child.

But it is obviously not the time to think about these things, it has to figure out what is happening to itself now.

What it can guess now is that it may have worn the book, and this is definitely not a drill.

It grabbed the clean cotton cloth with its now sharp claws, roaring angrily from the bottom of its heart. "What kind of crime is this?! I didn't do anything. There are so many readers who read this book. Why do you want to find me who read the pirated text and only watched the protagonist in the harem?! I don't know I know the plot..."

It can't help but put its front feet together, prostrating like a prostration.

"If this is a dream, please let me wake up! I swear, I will never read that bullshit YY novel again, and I will never read pirated novels again!"

There was a cold electronic sound in my mind.

[Host, stop dreaming.You can't go back now. 】

This sound immediately enlightened the little dog, and as soon as its paws exerted force, it tore the clean cotton cloth with a "tear" sound.

System "continued": ...

The little dog who felt guilty for doing something bad: ...

The little local dog used his paws to hold the two piles of rags together like 300 taels of silver, and then he squatted on it, covering the tearing gap, and followed the one who suddenly appeared and then disappeared in a serious manner. The system said: "If you can't go back now, does that mean you can go back later?"

The system sound is cold. [This system cannot tell you that you do not have that permission yet. 】

Little Dog: "Permission?"

[You are still a novice player who has just entered this world, so naturally it is impossible to have that authority. 】

The little dog: "Then when will I have that authority?" The little dog is very anxious, this is related to its future life, and whether it can go back!

The system "Continued" seems to have an unknown contempt for the little dog. [Host, the game is still just starting, and the system still needs to restore the program. After telling you for so long, the system will take several days to recover. 】

Little Tugou: "...Then you should at least tell me what that high-quality development system is..." My dear, it's immoral not to tell you the content of a task.

[Ding dong!The primary task is announced: please stay with the young man "Wang Junsheng" side, never leave, never leave, life and death, until death separates you. 】

[Ding dong!Due to engine reasons, the system will fall into hibernation, I wish the host a happy game! 】

After speaking, the little dog's mind fell into silence.

The little dog with his eyes wide open and a dull expression on his face: ...

The little dog closed its mouth and covered its head with its fleshy front paws.Well...never leave...life and death...is this a game of cultivation, or...a marriage model...

But soon, he turned his stomach upside down, looked at the veil on the top of the bed with his feet up, and recalled the plots he had seen bit by bit.

Well, in my memory... the protagonist, Wu Qin, killed all directions and won over the family of cultivators.

Well, there is something in my memory... The protagonist Wu Qin expands the harem all the way, raining and dew all the way.

Well, in my memory... the protagonist, Wu Qin Kuang, helped justice and tore apart all the weird villains with his hands.

However, in my memory, there is no boy "Wang Junsheng", there is no boy "Wang Junsheng"...

By the way, who is Wang Junsheng? !

Within a few hours of coming to this world, the little dog began to hate himself who only reads the beauties of cool stories and doesn't look at the logical structure.

After all!Who is Wang Junsheng!

It fell into deep contemplation, who is Wang Junsheng...how should it go to his side...but Wang Junsheng shouldn't be a very obsessed character, otherwise how could he have no memory at all?After all, it should be a passerby character like the cannon fodder he saw today.

But, by the way, what's the name of the cannon fodder I saw today?

Well...it seems to be called...

Before he could think of something useful, the wooden door creaked and opened from the outside to the inside.A slender boy walked in from the wooden door. He put the oil-paper umbrella in his hand upright by the wooden door, and in the other hand was holding a wooden basin filled with water. Under the humidity, there is a faint mist.

The little dog was on all fours, and from the corner of the eye he met Wang Junsheng's eyes.Wang Junsheng was stunned for a moment, and then he smiled uncontrollably.

Only then did the little dog realize that his posture was particularly bad. He quickly adapted to the dog's living habits, flipped over, and landed on all fours.

If it still has hair all over its body now, it will really be flushed all over its face.

Wang Junsheng put the wooden basin at the foot of the bed, and then hugged the little dog in his arms.Only then did the little dog remember the cotton cloth he had damaged, and immediately stiffened in fear.

It was extremely afraid that the boy would see that it was not good, so it threw it away.Now that it is so small and it is in a different world, it doesn't know how to support itself like this. Without the protection of this young man, it is really afraid that it will not survive for three days.

Wang Junsheng didn't pay much attention to the torn cotton cloth, but thought that the puppy should still be grinding his teeth, so he didn't think about it.He supported the puppy with one hand, and tested the temperature of the water with the other.

The water temperature was too hot, so he used his mana to dissipate a little bit of heat, and then put the little dog in the wooden basin.The little dog shuddered, and the sound of "wow" came from its throat.

Wang Junsheng frowned, scooped up warm water with a wooden spoon and poured it on its body, then rubbed it with one hand, asking while rubbing, "Uncomfortable? Or is the water too hot?"

He knew that he couldn't draw any conclusions, but he still asked for some reason.He always had a feeling that this little dog should understand what he said.

The movements of his subordinates paused for a while, feeling that his thoughts were too weird, he quickly shook his head to dispel the thoughts in his mind, but the movements of his subordinates became more gentle.

The little dog enjoys it with peace of mind.At first, it just made a pleasant sound because the warm water was too comfortable, but now, it feels more comfortable.

It was lying on the edge of the wooden basin, enjoying the young man's service, and actually felt that such a life was not bad.

Wang Junsheng's long and slender fingers still have a somewhat fleshy texture, but they have lost a lot of their childish roundness, and instead they have a thin and delicate feeling.

The little dog feels that the young man in front of him has a good heart, he has the virtue of being good at a young age, and he treats a puppy with such gentleness. If he is trained well, he may be a good talent.It thinks well, since it has the so-called high-quality apprentice development system, maybe it can also give this boy some benefits, which can be regarded as repaying him.

Thinking of it this way, it no longer feels shy about being served, but it feels like it should be.

After washing the little dirt dog, its original appearance was fully exposed in front of people. Wang Junsheng was a little surprised. "So you are a little white dog."

The little dog squinted his eyes, and continued to enjoy the nourishment of the warm water with a "woo-woo".

Wang Junsheng smiled lightly, threw the torn cotton cloth on the bed on the ground, then picked up the little dog, brought a clean cotton cloth, put it on his knees, and helped him gently It dries itself.

The little dog squinted his eyes comfortably, and his body was constantly being kneaded.Then, Wang Junsheng casually threw the white cloth into the tub again, and it was also carried onto the bed.

It lay on the bed that he had thought about for a long time, and his tired body soon sank into the soft bedding, and fell into a deep sleep.

Wang Junsheng looked at this carefree little dog with dim eyes.But in just a moment, he returned to his harmless and gentle appearance.He quickly cleaned up the ground, held up the oil-paper umbrella, and walked out of the wooden house again.

There was a rustle of rain, and a thunderous roar.

Wang Junsheng placed the wooden basin at the door of the wooden house at random, and walked forward step by step along the muddy road.

The little dog in the house slept soundly, clawing at the quilt with his paws, sleeping happily.

But outside the house, the boy was alone, with a firm back and pure black clothes.The sleeves are fluttering, and I don't know where to return.