White lotus cultivation system

The car with a broken window was parked beside the Swan Lake, and the two following cars surrounded it from left to right, barely stopping in the distance.

A gun barrel protruded from the car window, and the heavily armed men squinted their eyes half-closed, aiming sideways at the figure on the driver's seat in the car.

"Puff puff——" gunshots equipped with mufflers rang out intensively, and the powerful momentum directly smashed the dilapidated car into a sieve. "Bang——" there was a loud noise, and the car fell into the lake.

"Is it over..."

"No," Mr. Mercenary plugged in the earphones, put the connected mobile phone back into his pocket, covered the microphone with one hand to prevent the sound from coming in, raised the submachine gun with the other hand, and answered the attacker's question softly like he was talking to himself——

"It's just getting started."

Zhao Jiayan holds the mobile phone to his ear, and has not been able to contact him for many days, but now he dials inadvertently. The other party's worrying voice seems to be right next to his ear. He has too much to say to the person on the other end of the phone. He wanted to vent his worries, bewilderment and suffering in recent days, but he didn't know how to speak these words.

The young man with a submachine gun hid behind the rockery, and from time to time sent deadly bullets to the attackers who came out of his head. He took the time between the enemy's shots and said to Mai with a slight smile: "Jiayan, so Still up late?"

Zhao Jiayan reached out and picked up the paper on the table in front of him, on which was written - application for full scholarship.A struggle flashed in his eyes, and he leaned back on the chair behind him: "Well, what about you."

"I still have a little work to do, you go to bed first."

"Are you outside?"

"Ah."

"It's very noisy in your place. What's the continuous sound?"

"..." Mr. Mercenary lowered his body and quickly shifted his position. After switching to the next cover, he looked down from the commanding heights, and he could see the figures of the attackers in his eyes.

He picked up the submachine gun and kept pulling the trigger for a long time. The bullets came out like running water, and the people below were shot one after another and fell down.

The entire Swan Lake seemed to be stained red with blood.

He let go of Mai's hand, and said in a brisk tone: "Fireworks, we are setting off fireworks here."

"Fireworks?" Zhao Jiayan folded the paper in his hand and stuffed it into an envelope, stuck a stamp on it, wrote down the address and sealed it, opened the door and walked out.

Standing on the empty street, the handsome boy paused, looking up at the moonless and starless night sky.

"It must be beautiful, I can hear someone screaming."

Mr. Mercenary looked down at the few defeated soldiers who collapsed and screamed because of the destruction of their comrades in arms: "Indeed."

"Do not!……"

"What are they shouting?"

"Just cheer."

The handsome boy walked along the street, and finally stopped in front of the mailbox: "Mo Huai, let me tell you something."

"...I love you." He said softly.

Pointing a submachine gun at the last living attacker, the boy paused, a moment of stunned expression appeared on his face, the fully armed man was sitting down on the ground with a broken face, struggling to raise the gun and shoot at the boy .

"Are you listening?" The other party's warm voice came.

The moonlight finally peeked out from a thick layer of clouds, coating the faces of the teenagers with a layer of brilliance, and whatever you hold in your hand will show a holy taste.

"Bang——" the man was shot in the chest, and a cloud of blood bloomed, and he collapsed to the ground like mud.

At the same moment, a drop of water fell on the envelope, and the hand holding the envelope finally dropped it into the mailbox.

The boy withdrew his gun and let go of Mai:

"……I know."

On the other side, on the empty street, a figure stood quietly, holding the mobile phone in the right hand hanging by his side, and these three words were barely audible.

The stunning young man walked up to the startled homeless man, a smile appeared on his angelic face, and he covered his eyes with his hands: "This is just a dream."

He spread out his other hand, and in the palm lay a small badge with three English capital letters on it, and a bloodshot flashed in his beautiful eyes:——DKN.

At this time, a busy tone of "beep - beep -" came from the earphone, and the call was hung up.

He took off his earphones, wrapped his body in a blood-stained coat, held a black submachine gun in his slender arms, and sat quietly on a park bench. He looked up at the jade toad that appeared and disappeared in the sky. The park named after Swan Lake was full of dead bodies at this time, and the only living person seemed lifeless. After a long time, the boy stood up with a wry smile, shook off the cold winter night dew, and walked away.

……

Han Yi didn't know how long he hid quietly in the space under the bed until the bed board made the rumbling sound of being turned over. He held a small fruit knife tightly in his hand and waved it towards the direction where the light gradually revealed.

Mr. Mercenary reached out to catch the young man's attack, flipped his wrist, grabbed the knife and threw it on a side plate, smilingly looking at the young man under the bed whose eyes had obviously not adjusted to the sudden light. Shi Zheng looked a little confused because of his slack eyes, and his lips, which were always tightly pressed, were slightly opened, revealing a rare innocence.

Looking at the scenery in front of him, Uncle Bing felt inexplicably relieved, and the hostility that had not dissipated from his body after the killing spree also faded away.

After Han Yi got used to the light, a beautiful young man in crisp white clothes came into view. The other party stretched out his clean and fragrant hands after a bath, and helped the young man who had remained in one position for a long time, his body had lost consciousness, and stretched out his hand to the other party. massage.

Han Yi let out a long sigh of relief, turned over unconsciously and turned his stomach towards the other party, signaling with gestures that this place needs to be taken care of, the beautiful boy smiled when he saw this, and put a pair of white and tender hands on Han Yi's strong waist.

Something seems wrong?

The young man's complexion changed, and he sat up abruptly: "You, you..."

He didn't know where to start, why did a group of armed people break into the house?Is it really going to kill him?He's just a gangster boss.And why is there such a mechanism under the bed in this room?

More importantly, where did that group of people go now?And what happened to this seemingly weak young man in front of him?

"You did a good job, you didn't disappoint me..." Uncle Bing was in the middle of speaking, but was interrupted by a sharp beep from the system that had been silent for a long time.

"Warning, warning, the plot is off track, the identity of the character you are playing has been questioned abnormally by the plot characters, please take remedial measures as quickly as possible to save the plot!"

The mercenary frowned slightly when he heard the words, stretched out his hand and patted Han Yi's head soothingly, left the bedroom under the young man's fire-breathing gaze, and closed the door.

"System, I think we should have a good talk."

"I must remind you that, as far as your current grades are concerned, it is very bad."

"Indeed," he said, "even my enemies from the previous life came to my door, shouldn't you explain it to me?"

"Don't worry about that, as long as you follow the plot, other irrelevant things are up to you, and the system will not interfere." The system said lightly: "The important thing is your mission. Although this world has a strong ability to return to the plot, But I can't stand your troubles."

"A system is a system after all," he said sarcastically. "Although it looks very anthropomorphic, in the final analysis it can only do mechanical calculations, not logical reasoning."

"What are you trying to say?" The system's voice was full of anger: "Complete the task early and go back early, right?"

"Go back?" The beautiful boy seemed to have heard a big joke, and there was an undisguised mocking smile on his pretty face: "You are still lying to me with flimsy lies."

"Even if the structure of this world is exactly the same as mine in the past, I can barely accept it, but can you tell me, since everything about me can exist, if you just play the role of 'Li Mohuai', there is no need to set me Former enemies—this group of people who have nothing to do with the plot! Then this can only explain one fact—”

"Everything that happened before was actually inevitable, not the result of the forced distortion of this world. This world is not fictional, it is where I used to be, and my existence is indelible, isn't it? What's more..." Speaking of here , the young man seemed to think of something, and there was a trace of nostalgia in his eyes: "Even if I can go back, I don't think much about it now."

"...Heh," after a long silence, the system finally spoke up: "Indeed, you are right. You have always been in the world you used to be in, and you have never left. But are you saying these things to resist the system?... Do you—have the qualifications?"

"Eligibility?" A flash of determination flashed in his eyes: "I just want to say that it's time for the inexplicable game to end."

"Hum, great." As soon as the system finished speaking, he felt his head as if being crushed by a wheel, and a severe headache hit him like a torrent. His knees softened and he fell to the ground.

He was panting violently while holding his exploding painful head, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "It's just...is that so?"

"Just like this." The system's voice was completely emotionless: "Since you have chosen to resist the plot, it is time for me to perform another duty."

"You once asked me about the final whereabouts of the previous 57 cosplayers, and now I will answer you:"

"43 of them died during the mission," the system said regretfully, "They are too fragile to withstand those exciting challenges, which is why I choose you, because as a human being, you are very strong Yes. But you still disappoint me."

"Of the remaining fourteen people, eleven are just like you, trying to resist the system's arrangement and break away from the original plot. To deal with these people, I only need one method from beginning to end-"

"Endless inhuman pain day and night. The human head is really a fragile part. It can't be disassembled like limbs. Humans can never live without their heads. Most of these 11 people are unbearable in the end. Those who committed suicide by torture, some with stronger willpower, could not last long in the end, and died of pain."

"Then there are three more?"

"They got the job done."

Mr. Mercenary raised his eyebrows.

The system laughed maliciously: "Their mission has been completed, so they can die."

"So, it's a dead end."

The severe pain made his eyes go black for a while, his body fell down slowly, and he seemed to hear an urgent exclamation in a trance.

Han Yi knelt down on one knee, supported the slender body of the unconscious young man, and hugged him up. His hands were soaked in cold sweat, and he was surprisingly thin.

"Hold on, I'll take you to the hospital right away!"

The author has something to say: explain it:

The system is not rough when doing bad things for Uncle Mao Bing?Because the system once said, "As long as the task is not affected, you can have full freedom to do what you love." To put it bluntly, Uncle Bing only needs to look like a white lotus when facing the characters in the plot, and the rest of the time The system said it had nothing to do with him.

The system said that this world has the inertia of returning to the plot independently. This statement is ambiguous. From the system's point of view, it is true, because the main plot line is indeed making up for the plot of Uncle Bing's mistakes, and the system only cares about these; but Uncle Bing doesn't think so. He found that The background of this world coincides with his past, and the plot is actually not returned under the control of some divine power, but completely in line with certain logic, even——If he hadn’t started killing and doing so many things, he might have already He is dead, this fact is really shocking, that's why he ridiculed that the system can only do mechanical calculations, and at the same time he is convinced that the system doesn't care about his life at all except for the purpose of completing the task, so the soldier How could Uncle sit still and wait for death, obeying what he said, pinning his hopes on the system to send him back.

Then let’s talk about the previous attitude here:

Uncle Bing was obedient to the system at first. On the one hand, it was the only "way back" he had access to so far; ; and then suddenly changed his identity, and someone next to him told you in a relaxed tone that he was playing a role, and he used "go back" between the lines to remind you, which determined Uncle Bing's attitude—oh, playing a role , just as a ticket.

In fact, Uncle Bing can't say how well he has a grasp of the system's situation, but the two evils are the lesser of two evils. Since it is the same world, the choice only needs to consider these two points: one side is a bad check "back to the original Body", but the arrangement of the system is becoming more and more unreasonable, driving him to a dead end; on the one hand, he is resisting the system, if he loses, he will die, if he wins, he will use this body to continue living ╮(￣▽￣ )╭ Tooth decay, talkative disease again...