[Slow Wear] Assassin System

Miao Xuan let go of the chirping bird balls in his arms, scratched his head and went back to blow his hair.

With today's level of technology, blowing hair has long become a matter of pressing a button and standing in a fixed place for tens of seconds, which is very convenient.

But Brother Miao, as a single male who has lived for 20 years, is exactly like most boys of this age, and has become a kind of magical creature that coexists with human history - "rough guy". There is a legendary treasure land called "Boys' Room". Hundreds of years ago, this human treasure land could feed cockroaches. Up to now, most of this human treasure land exists underground, so it has been changed to breed mold mushrooms.

Miao Xuan is still the most clean group of boys. Clothes are regularly and clearly dried (by machine), and daily cleaning is never delayed (still by machine). Not to mention, his home is so big. Spaceship, when will it not be cleaned up (still relying on machines)?

The only time Brother Miao does it himself is probably at the meal time every day. After all, the material and volume of the ingredients on the surface vary greatly, and the appearance is hard to describe. A few homemade cooking machines can't handle it at all.

Can a boy who can cook be called a rough guy? !

Miao Xuan thinks, no.

Although he forgot to dry his hair after showering for years, isn't it unnecessary?With his evolved body, even if he soaks in water for a few days, nothing will happen, and his hair will not be affected at all.

However, Mu'awiyah's control over him in the details of life made him feel like a family member for a long time.

If mother is still alive, then she must be in charge of him like this, right?Isn't it a happy thing to be controlled by someone?

So Miao Xuan was disciplined obediently, and let the adjutant master his wardrobe, bathroom and even the refrigerator.

In this way, Mu'awiyah's address to him gradually escalated, "Master General" became "Your Excellency General" one day, and then "General Xuan", and now "I "Admiral", direct call by full name, and "Your Excellency Zilong" can be selected from three options. The change of title depends on the mood of the adjutant at the time.

Speaking of it, I don’t know if it’s the influence of the hero Zhao Yun’s skin “Admiral of the Empire”. Miao Xuan has not been promoted in recent years, and he is still a poor man. Wife) governor and general.

The ship is still the same little blue ship that looks like his parents.

On the contrary, the various production chains in the thirteenth district have made a qualitative leap after replacing large-scale equipment, from a large-scale manpower cooperation site to a large-scale technology and human cooperation site. Among them, Yang Qi, the founder of the Shu nationality, Undoubtedly.

Miao Xuan dried his hair before the adjutant arrived. If he didn't do this, the adjutant would probably dry his hair for him. Although it feels great to have someone who cares about you, but sitting and being beaten like a child Mom rubs her hair, that's too bad!Weak chirp!

System: [Brother Miao!It's time for supper! 】

In the past five years, the life of the small system has been very happy. Every day, it digs out the film and television works in the database for entertainment. He has probably turned into a happy fat house daji, and will continue to get fatter.

Miao Xuan is not in a hurry, since the adjutant is coming, he will definitely not be empty-handed.

As far as culinary skills are concerned, Mu'awiyah can't keep up with three Miao Xuans.

Miao Xuan's spiritual domain was touched, and then a message of permission was sent from outside the gate.

The system happily knocked on the table with a knife and fork, but Miao Xuan frowned in surprise.

The person who came was not Mu Aweiye, but Yang Qiyi, the forger of the Shu nationality.

It was getting late. After so many years, only his adjutant could visit the governor of the thirteenth district at this point. This has almost become an invisible rule.

Mu Aweiye is definitely not the only person who has the authority of the governor's gate, such as the blacksmith of the Shu clan, but this orphan of the Yang family has been silent for so many years, and he can stay at home for a whole year in his own laboratory. It must be an unusual big thing for him to take the initiative to come to the door.

Miao Xuan sighed lightly.

What else could Yang Qiyi be alarmed by?

Five years later, the fate line of this world finally gave him the last and deadliest choice.

The general tidied up his military uniform and walked slowly to the hall.

A young man in a pure white military uniform was standing uneasy in the hall. When he saw Miao Xuan, he lowered his head in shame, and softly called out: "Xuan, Uncle Xuan..."

Miao Xuan walked across to him: "Qiyi, it's so late, do you have anything important to do?"

The young man had been brewing courage for a long time, and finally handed out a letter in his hand.

Miao Xuan took the letter from his trembling hands and opened it.There was only a piece of letter paper in the envelope, dyed with a thin cardamom fragrance, and there was only a short line of words and a symbol on it.

[Coste Kelan Desert, 27th, Shu nationality. 】

Anyone who lives on this planet will be familiar with the name of this desert. It is interspersed between the fifth and eighth districts. It is recognized as a forbidden area for life. There are almost no people inhabited. The Shomsang Empire did not even conquer it. interest.

And today is only five short days away from the 27th. If Miao Xuan wants to rush to this desert, then he will leave early tomorrow morning.

Compared with this short sentence that looks very similar to threats, the symbol behind it is much more conspicuous.

It is composed of two colors, the red is as bright as fresh blood, and the pitch black is as dark as the night. Together, the two smear out a round of incomplete sun that is about to be annihilated.

This is the emblem of the rebels.

Three years ago, the rebel army rose up and assassinated the governor of the seventh district as a sacrifice to the flag. The whole empire was alarmed. In the past three years, imperial officials have been dropped because of this. When people mention the rebel army, they all talk about it. Divide and fast.

No one knows what the leader of the rebel army looks like, which ethnic group they belong to, and who are their members. Every time they catch a little clue, these clues will be disconnected for various reasons, just like the rebel army Deliberately playing with them generally.

The officials in charge of clearing up the rebel army fell from their horses one after another, and returned home without a feather, completely humiliated.

It's not that no one mentioned that they wanted to invite Xuan Zilong to come out of the mountain, but these suggestions were all detained by the monarch and turned back. After three times, no one dared to make such a suggestion again.

In fact, the lives of the officials of the empire are very difficult nowadays. Not only do they have to worry about the random murder of the mercurial monarch, but they also have to worry about the secret assassination of the rebel army. Therefore, the officials who receive dead wages can only find comfort from other places. They are more eager to extract wealth from the slave class, and vent their anxiety and anger through purification orders.

The situation has evolved to the point where every time an official is assassinated, many slaves will lose their heads and bleed, but the rebellion of the rebel army has never stopped, and a vicious circle has been formed, just like snowballing.

Miao Xuan skipped the interesting rebel logo and looked at the signature under the sentence.

This is a name without a surname written down, simple and clean.

Griffiths.

This fledgling child finally got online with the Shu Clan, and sent the invitation letter, which looked like a blackmail letter, to Miao Xuan through the Shu Clan.

The system quietly swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Although he knew that the plot would develop, he still couldn't help being sad when he saw this "Griffith".

There is no never-ending banquet in the world, and the countdown to the end of this world has already begun.

"Is this... everyone's meaning?" Miao Xuan closed the letter paper and looked at the still uneasy young man.

His "everyone" refers to the living people of the Shu people.

Yang Qi raised his head: "No! I, I don't want to, don't go!"

"But others are willing." Miao Xuan sighed softly, "You don't like to dedicate your life to a stranger after a contract, and you don't want to be controlled by the empire, and you don't want to see my family gradually disappear, do you? "

Yang Qi's eyes turned red: "But, but even if this is the case, we shouldn't let you go! Our survival should be carried by ourselves, how can we let you sacrifice? You and the rebel army have a huge relationship. Hate!"

"What are you thinking?" Miao Xuan smiled lightly and rubbed the young man's head, "I am also from the Shu tribe, Qi Yi, not to mention that I am the strongest 'sharp gun', and the rebels can't do anything to me Yes. And I will definitely not be a victim, do you believe that Lou Yun has already been to this desert? She is probably waiting for me there."

"Sister Yun..." Yang Qiyi fell silent.

Lou Yun has now become one of the leaders of the Shu clan. She has grown a lot in these years, and all the respect she has received is earned by her own hands.

Her mother passed away a few years ago, and now Lou Yun is the only one in the Lou family.

Miao Xuan: "Qiyi, what do you think I have retired for the past few years? Why did I transform the thirteenth district? Qiyi, do you want to make a contract with someone else?"

Yang Qiyi is in trouble now. The reason why he has not been forced to sign the contract is because he is now being taken care of by Xuan Zilong. The excuse is "still looking for suitable candidates", so everyone gave Miao Xuan is just saving face.

Outsiders don't know, but can the inside of the Shu people still not understand?The so-called "contract" is actually transformed from the most restrictive special "marriage contract".

Hundreds of years ago, the ancestors of the Shu people did not know what they had experienced, but they had to resort to this method to preserve themselves.

The contract itself is not biased, it just keeps generating opportunities, and the same influence implies both parties to the contract, making the two people who had only a tacit understanding gradually get closer, and it is even more difficult for people who are already close to separate.

Maybe people who hate each other will not be affected, but the Shu people will not choose such a contractor, and this has not been verified.

Yang Qiyi didn't want to get married, but his sister Yun, whom he loved with all his strength, was forced to sign a contract a few years ago. What's more, although the population of the Shu nationality has not changed significantly in recent years, it is only a few years ago. Hundreds of people, rounded up, can be roughly equivalent to extermination.

"Don't worry, I won't let myself get hurt." Miao Xuan continued to comfort him, "This is something I will inevitably face. I'm sorry, but you have no position to stop me."

The young man lost his mind: "You are right, I have no position...to stop you."

"And do I have one? My admiral?"

The door of the hall was opened again, and Mu'awiyah stood at the door and looked coldly at the hall, even holding a supper in his hand that hadn't dissipated the heat.

The expression on Mr. Adjutant's gold-rimmed glasses was terrible.

The author has something to say:

Xiao Yang: Uncle General!This is the love letter my friend asked me to give you!

Brother Miao: Ah... that's not good... I have a family after all... I'll just take a look...

Adjutant (slamming the door): What are you doing, old man!Don't fix it!

Brother Miao: No, motherfucker, listen to my explanation!