Everyone Loves Gentle Township [Quick Transmigration]

However, it is a pity that Yuanchen's character and temperament have nothing to do with the kind and kind gods in the rumors. He has no resemblance to gods in him, but looks like a little prince sitting on an ivory tower.

Zhidiao originally wanted to hear the system explain the new script for him this time, but was interrupted by the original body first.Compared with the complete Chen Zhi I saw last time, this one in front of me looks more like a madman, reaching out to grab him, and muttering: "Fake, he is fake, stop him!" I don't know what it means who.

No matter how Jitori asked, he could only get such an answer. He had no choice but to hug him symbolically, let his trembling voice calm down for a moment, and finally hugged his knees and cried like a helpless child.

The system temporarily blocked the original body for Zhitiao, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and continued to talk.

[You can also see that the other party is in such a situation, even a system like mine can't guess what he wants. ]

[Then why am I here? ]

[Because he paid the price. ] at a huge price, giving almost everything.

It's a pity that after giving everything, he was completely delirious and insane.

Even the system is sympathetic to it.

[Forget it, then tell me what you know. ]

In fact, Zhitiao has many questions, and he has long wanted to know what the price the system said was.But he always had a hunch that he knew it, so he didn't ask it countless times, and didn't want to face it.

The script told by the system comes from another perspective, and it is a very simple story:

[The Holy Son is disqualified, and the Dark God spreads from the mainland with endless darkness, like thorns entwining a tower, piercing every believer of the God of Light in this world.

At the last moment, the new Son takes over.

He dedicated everything to the light, from soul to body, and the grand light was like a warm shepherd, enveloping the lambs again. ]

The system slowly recited this text, like a page of a story written by an ordinary witness, calm and gentle, like a butterfly that just broke out of its cocoon, and was condensed at the moment of emergence, turning into an eternally solidified amber .

What Jitori saw was such an amber.

There is no name, only silence.

What script is this called?

In such a small section, even the few elements that the script should have are not complete.

[By the way, host. ]

Just as Jitori was struggling with this text, the system seemed to suddenly think of something and reminded him from the side.

[In the previous world, you finished beautifully, Chen Zhi said that he would always remember you, and was willing to pay more than the original price, in exchange for a "plug-in" for you. ] Knowing that Zhidiao doesn't understand what "cheat" is at all, the system spent a lot of time explaining it to him in detail.

[You can get many things, a more graceful figure, a more graceful singing voice, the ability to be conceived as a man, an extremely strong body, powerful and terrifying weapons, bloodlines that only legendary species...no matter what it is, as long as you propose , Mr. Chenzhi is willing to pay in full for you. ]

He is really omnipotent, it is rare for Zhitiao to blush when he hears the system list it out for him.

[I think about it,] Zhitiao was seriously thinking about his shortcomings, and finally thought of the new original body that was completely blocked by the system, [Then I want to touch the ability of the undead. ]

It seemed that this idea was good, and he confirmed it again.

[I don't quite know what this is called,] Zhidiao pointed to the man who curled up and cried, [Undead, living things, in short, I want the ability to touch them. ]

[You want to understand that with such permissions, you can change to anything you want! ] The systems are always in communication with each other. Naturally, there are very few Zhiniao like this. In the first world, you can encounter a "big guy". He brought the check over and asked him to fill it out.

The system thinks that it should write the largest number for such a thing for nothing, since the final repayer is not its host anyway.

How can it be as if you just thought of one at random?

[Host, maybe I didn't say it clearly enough, you can change anything. ] The system opens the internal shopping mall, and reads out the products with clearly marked prices one by one, [Look, this bottle of true love water, don’t look at the rustic name, whoever you feed it to will fall in love with you uncontrollably. It only costs 998; this white jade hairpin will make you look ten times more beautiful after wearing it, and with this prosperous beauty pill, you will be loved by everyone and bloom like flowers; this...]

Its host is already a rare beauty, and if it is multiplied by ten times, the system will not be able to imitate it completely.

In fact, it means that the advertising space in the background is automatically promoted. Thinking about it, it is impossible for the host to want these things. After all...

[It's useless for me to use it. ]

If a person's beauty can be unrivaled at a maximum of [-] points and won the admiration of everyone, then what's the use of having [-] points?

[As for the water of true love you mentioned, it is even more ridiculous. After drinking it, the so-called "true love" has become false, what do you want it to do? ] False grandeur, others give it to Zhitiao and keep it, just don't take it to heart.

In his opinion, only sincerity in this world is worthy of his sincerity, and fakes are worthy of the same position?

The things here in the system sound nice, but they are actually bluffing.

If Zhidiao really wants someone to love him, the other party can find him to drink for himself, and he doesn't need to provide it at all.

Yes, that's it, so the system is just an example.Seeing that Jitiao had made up his mind completely, it also gave up persuading, and according to Zhitiao's request, it chose the most complete and comprehensive product from all the products on its own initiative, which perfectly complemented Zhitiao's current identity.

When the morning glow fell, Zhiniao embraced the soul of the original body with his own body, allowing him to get a relatively warm embrace when he was crying blankly.

I knew it would be like this.

The system thought.

It can't even tell whether Zhiniao is intentional or not, intentional is fine, if it's all unintentional, then the host it found is really a very tempting Gu poison.

Zhi Niao has seen many silent cries, with his mouth open and his Adam's apple surging, but he can't make any sound, even the sound is swallowed by the huge pain.The only thing that can be heard is the occasional whisper: "Fake, he is fake." Like the bubbles spit out when submerged in the deep sea, the air is like a gossamer, and it disappears soon.

The unexpected embrace, the temperature of the human body.Yudmian seemed to wake up for a moment, seeing his own body and a strange face in a blurred vision.

His hands were still trembling due to excessive despair, he carefully hugged Zhidiao's arm, and asked, "Who are you? Are you an envoy sent by the God of Light?"

"No, I'm not." Jidori replied.

Yudmian didn't get the answer he wanted, and he didn't react much, he seemed to have accepted the result long ago, lowered his head, and hugged Zhitiao tightly like the last straw: "It's okay, everyone is fine. "

Many people like this kind of action, hugging Zhitiao tightly as if he is some kind of spiritual support, sometimes quiet, sometimes shed tears.Huajie Liuxiang, wrapping these four words around in the mouth seems to reveal the warm taste before the wind under the moon. Thinking about it, I feel that the bones are crisp.

But if the casement is closed tightly, in the night illuminated by silver lamps, people's hearts are always vulnerable, and more than one person indulges his fragility in Zhitiao's arms.

While patting Yuanshen's back lightly, he thought: The arms of a god and the arms of a prostitute are similar things~

After all, it is a place for the vulnerable to escape.It's just that some people are reserved and like to sit in the hall and bow their heads to repent and beg for forgiveness; some people like to indulge and linger in the gentle village, longing for a flower of interpretation to unravel their knots.

So when the head maid knocked on the door and came in, what she saw was such a strange situation: their noble son was wrapped around her left arm, and her right elbow seemed to be hugged by someone, stretching straight out.

She guessed that there was an invisible existence here, and by the legs and waist of Lord Shengzi, the traces of the clothes being pressed and stretched could be clearly seen.

How dare an undead trespass into the Shengming Pagoda!

The head maid exclaimed, put down the things in her hands and wanted to run to the mage knights for help, but was stopped.

The Holy Son seemed to pull his arm out of the invisible man's hand, and stretched out his index finger to his lips: "It's okay, don't disturb them, I'm just a lost soul who wants to taste a little bit of light."

Then let go of the embrace.

The head maid was still a little worried, and bowed to Zhitiao: "Yes, Mr. Seiko." He opened the door again, motioned to the maids behind him to come forward, and picked up the breakfast that he put down in a hurry, "Please have a meal."

Now Zhidiao knows his identity, the holy son Yudmian, whose name was told by the system after comparison, that is, the one who is about to be disqualified in the script.Compared with Chen Zhi waking up from the bathtub, this time seems to be much earlier on the timeline, at least he has not been disqualified at the moment.

"Is there anything going on today?"

However, there are still only fragmentary nodes in the system, and why the Son is disqualified is still a mystery.

The original body was still in a state of panic, and the system comforted him, trying to help the host find as many clues as possible, and it might not be possible for a while.

"They're all regular prayers." The head maid respectfully took out a booklet from her leg pocket, on which were densely recorded in fine and beautiful small characters, the master's three meals a day, work and rest time, complete and complete, "New arrival in the afternoon I have gathered a group of children, and they will stay in the side hall and wait for you to see."

They are all children waiting to inherit the mantle of the Son of Light, and the paladins have collected them from everywhere.

"Also, Master Paladin Chief Fei Suo is already waiting for your reception in the waiting room." Looking at Zhidiao's blank eyes, the head maid remembered that Master Sheng Zi had always disliked that knight, "Master Fei Suo just returned from Twilight. He has returned from the forest with the head of the Gorgon as a trophy, waiting for you to christen him."

Zhiniao has never heard of a series of nouns, and they seem to be very powerful things. Fortunately, many things that the original body learned in the past, like how to eat and drink water, are kept as basic common sense, otherwise Zhiniao is really worried that it will be ruined. .

It's not a big problem though.

"I see," Zhiniao weighed the possible stakes in his mind, "When I baptize the head of the paladin, bring those children here, they need to know what they will do in the future."

"As you order, my lord." The maid saluted, stood by, and wrote down today's arrangements in her notes.

The system, on the other hand, lamented Zhiniao's acting talent, and the fact that an identity he had never been in contact with so quickly entered the play. Obviously, he already had a direction for this mission that was not clear at all.