I refuse this box lunch

Fu Wo's consciousness was completely stripped away by the system, like a bunch of messy threads wandering outside, reorganized and summarized through fixed rules, and returned to the original body container.

As always, there was a sharp pain near his temple, far more painful than "death" in the small world.

But the first thing Fuhe did when he got out of the dormant cabin was to ignore the huge emptiness in his heart, suppress the pain, and rush to investigate a record at the case office.

He lowered his head and frowned, his drooping eyelashes covered his anxiety, and bumped into a man in a white jumpsuit at the corner.

The man was tall and slender, his chest wrapped in synthetic clothing was as hard as a rock, and he didn't move when he was hit. On the contrary, Fuhe took two steps back under the force, and his brain seemed to shake twice in his head.

He raised his head, his heart relaxed, he was no stranger to the figure in front of him—at least, he was no stranger to the owner of "it".

"Sorry." System 001 said.

The tone is cold but not dull, and there is a kind of arrogant and superior attitude.

The chief gold medal system has such confidence.

Fuhe was not afraid of him, and shook his head: "It's okay." He glanced around and asked, "Has Chumei returned from leave?"

The handsome artificial intelligence didn't show off, and answered truthfully, "I'm back and I'm working."

The executive officer at work seemed to have encountered a serious problem as soon as he arrived at the post. He let his long, smooth, brown-red hair hang freely, crouched in the sofa chair with his neck crooked, his fingers on the constantly flickering light screen He moved quickly, his eyes were calm and solemn.

Fuhe had just been introduced to the case office by 001, his eyebrows paused slightly, his fingers tapped on the table inexplicably, the corners of his delicate and beautiful eyes lifted, and he said angrily: "You are finished, you were discovered."

001 walked up to the executive officer like a docile and empathetic big dog to serve him tea and water, but Fu Wo turned around with an ugly expression and walked out after hearing that.No need to waste time looking up.

"Where are you going?" Chu Mei raised his voice, his attitude was neither good nor bad, "If you don't solve the problem before leaving, you'll be in bad luck. Don't blame me for not reminding you."

Fuhe turned his face away, and asked indifferently: "Is there a possibility of a solution?"

Chu Mei stood up, spread his hands and shrugged: "Not yet."

He adjusted the content operation on the light screen twice, and sighed, "You are so stubborn, how can I persuade you. Go to the counseling station when you have time, just don't ruin your working life in advance."

A finger randomly poked 001's back, the chief system seemed to receive some kind of silent command, lowered his eyes, swung his left hand to his right, took out a small capsule particle from a metal skin on the wrist, and sent it to Fu Wo hands.

"Repair your tattered mental strength." Chu Mei said, "So as not to avoid any lumps, and let people take advantage of the loopholes casually."

Fuhe thought of the inexplicable dizziness and double vision that time, and his head hurt even more.He swallowed the capsule, looked at the executive officer who couldn't tell his age from his face again, and said solemnly, "Thank you."

Chu Mei waved his hands in disgust, "Let's go, I don't like to breathe the same air with people who are as good-looking as me."

There were people coming and going at the grooming station, and after Fuhe came out, he rushed back to the original place without stopping, lay down in the dormant cabin, and continued to send connection requests to those small worlds that seemed to be ethereal and disappeared.

"Volunteer 010 of the Cannon Fodder Rescue Project, you have established a connection with the G676 small world, and now start the transmission."

The unbelievable and unfamiliar voice scratched Fuhe's ears, his heart sank, and he didn't wait to respond. The next moment, his thinking consciousness was pulled back and forth by an invisible force.

It may have been a moment, or it may have been a long time, when the five senses returned to the body, before Fuhe opened his eyes, he was first blacked out by a sweet and greasy fragrance that could not be ignored.

The instinctive reaction made him hold his breath, and as soon as this thought moved, the sense of smell would be automatically closed, blocking the strange smell from the outside world.

Fowle glanced at the current scene calmly, maintaining the original lazy reclining posture, eyes half-closed and half-opened, one elbow supported his head on the couch, and the other hand slowly slid down from the side of his face, He stroked the soft and smooth long hair beside his ear.

The place where he was was not so much a room as a cave.

Black vines squeeze out from the rock wall and grow towards the shade, with a fragrance like orchids.In the lizard-shaped lamp, a white candle full of spirit smell is burning, which will never go out.The purple translucent veil was hazy and elegant, and it rolled down all over the floor. A few floors away, there was a row of shivering mortals standing or kneeling, their humble and fearful sobs suppressed in their throats.

The decorations in the cave are exquisite and eerie everywhere.

But in a short time, Fuhe finished his self-importance with ease - the heavy gem ornaments were piled on the top of his head, the dress was made of unknown material, the color was elegant, and the fragrance was lingering.

Fowler: "..."

He clearly knew that he was still a genuine male body, living in the cultivation/world/world, and the original pure and righteous energy was incompatible with the overwhelming demonic energy around him.Lying in the devil's den, I just feel stagnant all over, and even my bones are sore.

A small figure trembling behind the curtain slowly moved in on knees.

It was a boy who was at most thirteen or fourteen years old, with two wet tears remaining on his face, he lay on the ground and begged tremblingly: "Miss Zhu, if you want to eat people, eat me first. I am younger, and the meat tastes better."

So sad, so pitiful.

With Fuhe's current perception and eyesight, he can certainly find that the rest of the people are all fresh and tender young people in their teens and 20s.Inside, there is a certain relative of this young man who volunteered to sacrifice himself, and his courage is commendable.

As expected, there is a lot of knowledge in the weird Nianxiangli, and it has already put them all down.It made him fascinated and involuntary, and people all over the place rolled and pulled with flushed faces, moaning unbearably.

You are wrong, boy.This is not cannibalism, but to absorb Yang Qi.

The corner of Fowle's mouth twitched imperceptibly——

The difficulty of coauthoring the role I played this time is not so high.Not only do you have to pretend to be a woman, but you also have to pretend to be a ruthless nymphomaniac who is about to inhumanely abuse young people in their prime.

Sin ah.

The little boy lying on the ground was covered in hot sweat, his hair was disheveled, and he kowtowed in disarray.After all, before reaching adulthood, the influence of the strange fragrance is not too great, but it seems that it is almost unable to hold on.

Beast.

Fuhe is not scolding himself, but scolding the instigator of this incident.

He closed his eyes and waited for the character's memory to be stimulated. It didn't take long before he finally understood the whole story.

Zhu Fuhe is the young master of Fengyuan Sect, one of the four great immortal sects in Tianxian Continent.

In the battle between immortals and demons 300 years ago, the Taoist sects on both sides were originally evenly matched, but because of the birth of a powerful demon cultivator, the battle situation was completely tilted.The new Demon Emperor used the power of one person to destroy the killing formation and injure the Four Sages, and command all demons with one order.I don't know where this freak came from. He cultivated demons so exquisitely, practiced magic techniques like no one before, and deployed troops like drinking water and eating.

For example, the leaders of Fengyuanzong, including the four tripods, were the first to bear the brunt, and a large number of elite disciples were cut off from generation to generation, and their souls died.The small sects survived in the cracks, and even annihilated directly under the impact and assimilation of the magic way.So far, the immortal way has declined, and the demons are allowed to ravage the world, and the people are in a state of misery.

Zhu Fuhe, on the other hand, is an orthodox celebrity of the immortal sect, using a wonderful magic to maintain the appearance of a woman, lurking into the devil's lair right and wrong, and conscientiously working as an undercover agent in the devil emperor's lair. for many years.

The original owner has a subversive heart, and the hatred is hard to get rid of. He has been exposed to demonic energy for a long time, and he often falls into demonic obstacles. There is a slight sign of plotting against innocent mortals.The minions under his command are all very good at observing words and expressions. In order to please Shang Feng, they directly picked a basket from the world for him to enjoy as he pleases.

The last two times I just found a reason to directly reject it, and this third time, I was so entangled in my heart that I almost couldn't hold it.

What's more, today some people even sent joyful candles to add to the fun.The effect of this thing is overbearing, let alone a person, even a stone can be smoked red and hot.

Fuhe could clearly feel the turbulence and agitation of the devil energy in his body, the righteous energy could no longer suppress it, and the billowing devil energy eagerly wanted to tear a hole in his heart, venting his hope of killing.

He held his breath, raised his fingers, and first used a spiritual barrier to cover the burning candles, then restrained the bleeding young boy beside the bed, and sealed the noses and mouths of all the people who were rolling around. , Light can open his mouth, but can't make a sound.

The wind in the cave blows the leaves, sweeping away the gloom.

The system has not sent the plot, and there is no response, which makes Fuhe's bad premonition stronger.

Huanxi Candle is famous, even if he is the notorious "Mother Candle" in the Demon Sect, he only has a little knowledge of some intermediate candlesticks, and cannot eradicate the effect of this top-level monster.

In the cannon fodder plan, the theorem that landing is a box lunch will never change, and Fuhe can guess what endings are waiting for him.

Either, he was tortured by this magic candle so that he was so mentally and mentally injured that he went into a rage and exploded to death; Coincidentally, Zhengdao suddenly killed a group of people, saw him torturing mortals, and cut him off without saying a word.

He blew himself up, was killed by the demon cultivator, and was killed by the immortal cultivator.Nothing more than three possibilities.

Of course, the probability of a thunderbolt falling directly from the sky and hitting him cannot be said to be zero.

Fuhe's surface was as stable as Mount Tai, but his heart was at war inside, and sweat dripped quietly from his temples into his neckline.During his weak stage, he couldn't even use his usual three-success power. Facing these unknown dangers, he was dead anyway.

It's unlucky to say that it's unlucky, and Chu Mei's crow's mouth is also gone.

No one noticed that the copper lizard on the candlestick was just like a living creature, its slightly protruding eyes turned around lightly, and it captured Fuhe's every move and every move in his eyes.

The dark night pool is like a pool of stagnant water that has remained unchanged for many years. The center of the pool changes from static to gradually appear circle after circle of ever-expanding sparkling waves.A sudden figure slowly appeared in the center of the ripples, and when the whole picture emerged, he stepped onto the shore from a few hundred steps away in an instant.

The pitch-black pupils and black-haired black clothes are surprisingly contrasting, making this person as dead and silent as a soulless statue, only to see a bright light burst out from the bottom of the eyes in an instant, instantly igniting the Candle General Extinct soul.

"He's here." A slightly stagnant voice said to the void.

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