I Wasn't Born Lucky

The classmate Xiao Li, who has a collection habit, sat in the taxi driven by Tan Li, and drove fast all the way. On several occasions, he almost bumped into the greenery on the roadside, and returned home in danger.

There are almost no taxis at the entrance of Xiao's house, let alone the ones whose fronts are seriously damaged and have been involved in car accidents - so when Xiao Li returned home, the butler greeted him with a yell: "Second Young Master , You...how did you come back? Why didn't you ask the driver to pick you up?"

While talking, he poked his head into the car, but fortunately Tan Li had already returned to Xiao Li's pocket, and he didn't see anything in the car, he thought it was Xiao Li who got a taxi out of nowhere, He drove back by himself, and hurriedly said: "This is not safe, Second Young Master, how can you drive this kind of car, look at the front of this car, how it has been rubbed..."

"It's okay, you dispose of the car." The butler was old, and once he started nagging, Xiao Li stopped him in time and walked straight back to the room.

He didn't notice that when he got off the car, there was a woman wrapped in a nightgown standing behind the curtains on the balcony on the second floor of the villa, frowning at him.

How can he come back?Mr. Ye hasn't made a move yet?There was no trace of fright or panic... She still wanted to record him screaming in panic for the master to see.

Xu Mei couldn't hide the disappointment on her face, she took out her mobile phone, and pressed her carefully maintained fingers on a phone.

On the other side, Xiao Li returned to the room, Tan Li didn't need him to speak, he had already run to the window and looked down.

The night lights outside the villa were turned on, and the soft lights illuminated the brightly colored rose flowers. The magnificent and colorful colors were colors that did not exist in the dungeon world.

The puppet was still lying on the window at first, but in the blink of an eye, it has been sitting down on the flower in a smaller size, feeling its beauty up close.

Xiao Li sat where he was, and casually placed Little Huang Ben in front of him—after he rejected Little Huang Ben's request indifferently, it lost news like an eggplant beaten by Shuang.But fortunately, he didn't want to communicate with the other party. The boy picked up the pen, wrote the word mall on it squarely, and opened the mall system.

This system is also simple. All the items that can be exchanged are listed in the book, and just tick the items you want to buy. It can be said to be very unintelligent and impractical.

Xiao Li has read countless novels, and this is the first time he has seen such a troublesome system—no matter what system other people’s homes have, they are all floating intelligent high-tech, and at the very least they can communicate or talk in the heart. Only this world of ghosts and ghosts, Xiao Li can’t Not carrying a small yellow book with you, and having to write and communicate is very troublesome, which is not spiritual at all.

He also asked Zheng Yi, but the answer he got was that other people's notebooks did not have the function of dialogue, and could only make the most basic choices.

There are not many things in the mall, Xiao Li took a quick glance, and they were all [Ghost Exorcism Charm] (one-time consumable, 200 Survival Coins), [Demon Pill] (one-time consumable, which can be used in 30 seconds after use) After seeing ghosts, 100 Survival Coins), [Cursed High Heels] (get 2 minutes of galloping speed after taking it out, there is a chance of getting lost, 1000 Survival Coins), [Team Formation] (write on this talisman paper After the name is added, the next dungeon world must be allocated to a world, one-time consumables, 3000 survival coins) and the like.

There was nothing Xiao Li needed in this mall, but he took a look at his surviving currency balance, and generously exchanged some of the first two talisman papers, and then closed the mall.

After experiencing the orphanage dungeon, in addition to the "Mall" system, the [Forum] function was also enabled to increase communication among reincarnations.

Xiao Li clicked into the forum and took a look, and the post floating in the first place was a ranking of reincarnators:

【NO.1 Anonymous】

【NO.2 Wang Huai】

【NO.3 Kudo washing machine】

【NO.4 Huaian Weaving】

【NO.5 mystery】

……

[Floor 1: I was lucky enough to have a dungeon with the fifth mysterious goddess, the goddess of the palace. 】

[Floor 2: I've met a guy who claims to be a Kudo dishwasher, does he have any ulterior relationship with the third child? 】

[Third floor: How is this ranking?Why haven't I seen any of them?Rely on the number of copies of the world? 】

[Floor 4: Newcomer upstairs?These few are all well-known big shots, and if they can be ranked, they are the kind who burn high incense. They have both strength and IQ, and they are generally recognized as good. 】

……

Xiao Li was deeply attracted by the third child. This was the first pseudonym he had seen besides himself—his own naming skills were already very bad, and this one was even better than him. rotten.

In addition to this kind of ranking posts in the forum, there are also some clues to discuss the world of dungeon exchanges, and posts about finding teammates in the previous world to form a team together. Xiao Li glanced casually, only to feel his eyelids drop. , and turned off the little yellow book.

It's almost one o'clock in the morning, Zhou Ying ran out and hasn't come back yet, it is a ghost, Xiao Li is not worried, just took a shower and lay down on the bed to sleep.

He fell asleep quickly due to fatigue, but the quality of sleep was not good because he had a dream.

In the dream, Xiao Li was just lying on the bed. He had a vague consciousness, but he couldn't move.

The young man tried to move his arm, and there was the crisp sound of the chain knocking from the bedside. Xiao Li looked up again, and there was a black chain tied around his wrist, which stood out against his white skin.

Immediately, there was a feeling of being bound from his feet, as if an invisible thing grabbed his ankle, tightly hooped him to the bed, unable to move.

Xiao Li wanted to speak, but he couldn't make a sound, the tip of his tongue was numb, as if he was being haunted by something ominous.

The force from that ankle was getting stronger and stronger, as if it was about to crush it alive—in fact, if Xiao Li could see it, he would find that a palm print had been left on that skin.

Xiao Li was in pain, but he couldn't speak or struggle, so he could only bear it with a slight frown.

Afterwards, the force gradually lightened as if it was distressing, and replaced it with touches without touches, like licking from small animals, and the palm prints also faded away, and the pain gradually disappeared.

There was no one beside the bed, and there was no color, only endless darkness, eroding people's reason.

Xiao Li breathed a sigh of relief, his mind was not clear, he just felt more and more sleepy, and fell into a deeper dream under that touch.

Before he lost consciousness, a voice sighed softly, with a tone of trembling joy and contradiction: "...if this can be done, it will be great."