[comprehensive] Orderer

Guide: No matter what, he would never allow himself to die in such a place.

They come, the security.This is Song Xuan's life principle.Although the sudden change of living environment and some extremely weird things made him do a lot of stupid and childish behaviors because of his anxiety, but this did not affect him to choose the most beneficial method for him after calming down.

But right now, the only way to survive is to do missions.

Song Xuan suppressed the irritability in his heart and thought about it. He knew that the most important thing for him to do now was to seek information from the so-called system and other methods that would allow him to complete the task in the shortest possible time and save his life.

But no one would feel good if their life was suddenly grabbed by someone who knew nothing.

Song Xuan suppressed all the negative emotions in his heart, and a perfect smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were filled with bottomless blackness.

No one can intervene in his life, can touch his life.

The system tremblingly followed Song Xuan, it looked at Song Xuan and asked cautiously: [Master, the host, are you not angry? 】

Song Xuan came back to his senses, he glanced at the system and asked with a half-smile: "Say, should I be angry?"

The system quickly put on a relieved look: [The host is so nice, you will definitely not bother me about such trivial matters, right~]

As the system talked, it probably wanted to increase Song Xuan's chances of forgiving it, so it added a lingering ending to the last word.

Song Xuan: "..." (ノo优o)ノ彡┻━┻It's a dog!

"Give me back your disgusting voice!"

The system is puzzled: [Host, aren't you a straight man?Don't like the voice of the young girl in the blooming season? 】

Song Xuan: "..." When a young girl speaks, the mechanical sound of "Di——" flashes from time to time.

He pressed his temples, suddenly felt melancholy for some reason.

No one would feel good if their life was suddenly grabbed by someone who knew nothing.

What's more, the person who grabbed your life is an idiot like the system_(:зゝ∠)_

The system obediently replaced the 'blooming girl's voice' with its cold, inorganic mechanical voice: [Master, host, do you want information?It will be much easier to do tasks with information. 】

Song Xuan was stunned. Is this the legend that someone would give you a pillow when you dozed off?

"What sources are available?" he asked.

[There are plots of this world, as well as your strategy goals and the personalities, backgrounds, mate selection criteria, etc. of important plot characters. 】

plot?What the hell is that?There is always a bad feeling...

The business genius who had never read a novel suddenly felt a little creepy and got goosebumps on his hands.

really--

The system said on a whim: [Short oil host, why don't I briefly tell you about the plot of this world (*/ω╲*)]

[The script in this world is called "Family-Raised Son", which is divided into two parts. The upper part tells the story of Er Zai's crush on his adoptive father, who has been secretly in love with his adoptive father for several years. Of course, there are many frictions in the middle.The next part is the script where you are the host. It is said that it is Nan Bing’s birthday, and he had a huge conflict with his adoptive father. He ran to the bar to drink away his worries, and then met the second male grandson, balablablabla...]

I'm such a fucking dog!What the hell is raising a son? ! !What the hell is friction? !

What the hell is drinking to drown your worries? ! (ノo优o)ノ彡┻━┻

Song Xuan only felt that his heart was being frantically brushed by '(ノo优o)ノ彡┻━┻'.

The system kindly reminded again: [(*/ω╲*) Host, Nan Bing is the boy you saw when you just woke up. 】

Song Xuan's despairing face: "...that idiot?"

He suddenly felt that life was gloomy.

The system bounced around Song Xuan as if he had been pumped, "Host, are you happy? I'm an acquaintance."

Song Xuan had no expression on his face: "I'm so familiar with you."

The system was silent for a few seconds, and the voice became rippling when he spoke again: [Short oil host, why are you suddenly so enthusiastic...]

Song Xuan: "..." Ciao!Eyes are going to be blind!

#Help!The ear is not pregnant but it seems to have miscarried! #

#How to kill an inorganic matter#

#Is there a way to improve the IQ of others in a short time#

The system twisted twice in mid-air, and reminded again very usefully: [Host, the time period you are in now is just before the conflict with Nan Bing. You can follow Nan Bing to that bar at night, and you can see the target of the attack. provoke. 】

Song Xuan was expressionless: "To put it bluntly, let me follow him, right?"

The system used light particles to form a like pattern in the air, and praised: [Host, you are so smart. 】

Song Xuan: "...hehe."

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Song Xuan followed the brain-dead boy with a dark face. Nan Bing, watching the other party running around while covering his face, at least so far, the boy has hit five pedestrians and three electric poles, and even fell six wrestle.

Song Xuan's desperate face, #When the world is only left with you as a normal person#

#Through Time and Space Brain Remnant#

#[Crash Face]Help me, I don't want to be contagious and turn into a brain-dead#

He had waited patiently until the evening, expecting a little bit what the contradiction would be, but as soon as Nan Bing got home, he threw himself on him, stretched his neck and looked back, and looked at him aggrieved after seeing nothing. Ask: "Dad, where are the presents?"

Song Xuan resisted the urge to push the other party away, and said with a dark face: "What gift?"

Nan Bing blinked his wet eyes twice, and pouted: "My birthday present."

Song Xuan was stunned for a moment, he was not the original owner, and he just found out that he was the adoptive father, so how could he prepare a gift.

So he said simply, ruthlessly and unreasonably, "No. I don't remember your birthday at all."

In the next second, he was pushed away violently, and witnessed what is called tears flooding into the sea.

Nan Bing wiped away his tears, yelled at Song Xuan, "Daddy is an asshole", and then ran away, leaving behind Song Xuan who was still in the same place and couldn't figure it out.

[Once upon a time] Song Xuan: Women are really troublesome.

[Now] Song Xuan: Brainless is really troublesome.

However, no matter what, if you want to survive, you have to follow behind this idiot.

Song Xuan sighed resignedly, and began to follow the handsome young man.

System: [Oh my god, you, the host, don't seem to be generally proficient. 】

Song Xuan: "Shut up!"

……

It's a life and death chase... (fuck you) (what the hell)

When Song Xuan finally followed Nan Bing to the damn bar, his face was so gloomy that it could drip water.

Because during the time he followed Nan Bing, the system unfolded many strange things in front of him.

"The Tracking of the Misty Miscellaneous", "How to be a Weird Miscellaneous", "That handsome and cute boy over there, you wait", "The correct way to track the Weird Misty Miscellaneous" and so on_(:зゝ∠)_

After finishing all this, the system created the pattern of likes again, and said with full of positive energy: [Host, I believe you can be a perfect strange sorghum! 】

Song Xuan had no expression on his face: "Eat/poop, go."

System: [_(:зゝ∠)_Short oil is inorganic, why eat it. 】

Song Xuan: "..." (ノo优o)ノ彡┻━┻

Song Xuan looked at the little brain with eyes swollen like walnuts. Nan Bing entered the bar, thinking that he could finally see the mission target, the progress could be pulled up, and his life could be considered a little guaranteed. Can't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

No matter what, he would never allow himself to die in such a place.

He followed the bar, and casually looked up at the bar's sign when he entered.

--the Hangover.

What a nice name, Song Xuan admired, and the guests would naturally make more money when they were hungover.

He found a relatively secluded place inside and sat down without any drink. His hands were crossed and his chin was crossed. The dim light in the bar half covered his face, his eyes were deep and dangerous.

Like—a jaguar staring at its prey.