Disabled cannon fodder has a dream [Quick Transmigration]

[Although you are mentally retarded, you dream of clearing supernatural games! 】

[Please work hard to clear the level and defeat the big devil! 】

With the closing of the taskbar, Song Xi retracted his gaze and saw the European-style architectural style ceiling. On the ceiling, the original gorgeous crystal lamps were broken, broken, and only the middle one was crumbling and exuding a faint light. shine.

He was lying on his back, not in a hurry to get up, but maintained the original posture, digging out the memory of the original body in his mind.

The owner of this body is Liu Yang, 23 years old, born with low intelligence, only the IQ of an ordinary four-year-old child, commonly known as mentally retarded, except for some food and play, the information in his mind is vague and almost useless .

Song Xi gave up and summoned the system to transmit the original plot. Within half a minute, a white light flashed in his mind, and a bunch of dense words gushed out.

The information given by the system this time was fragmented and incomplete. Song Xi sifted through the information and only picked out the useful ones.

The world he traveled this time was derived from a derivative world of an infinite novel, and the copy where the original body was located was just one of the experiences of the hero and heroine—the heart of the devil.

This dungeon almost wiped out the male and female protagonists, and it can be called the most difficult dungeon in the book.

This is not because the dungeon is dangerous or frightening. On the contrary, from entering the dungeon, all players have not come into contact with any npcs or ghosts. Relatively, except for the entire old castle as the background, there are almost There is no information prompt.

There are 9 players in the devil dungeon. The task of all players is to find items, kill the devil and get the heart of the devil. The mission time limit is seven days. When the time limit expires and no one completes the task, the entire task world will be reset and the rules of death will be reshuffled until the devil's heart is found or the devil kills everyone.

In the original plot, the original body triggered the death condition and died on the first night. Afterwards, everything was calm. Everyone anxiously searched the Demon King's castle for seven days, but found nothing.

Seven days later, the game went back, and another person died strangely on the first night, and the cycle went on and on until there were only four people left. The unknown fear tightly shrouded the hearts of the remaining few people. The demon king, the props, and even the heart , all disappeared.

It wasn't until the seventh retracement, at night, that the heroine accidentally found the devil's handbook, followed the incomplete information in it, and then found the props and the devil, killed him, took out the heart, and passed the level smoothly.

As for how the heroine found the manuscript, and how she found the devil king, there was no mention of it in the information sent by the system, just a capital letter.

Song Xi just came out of the idyllic task in the countryside, and entered this difficult world in a blink of an eye. Just when he was about to poke the system and wanted to ask the original body's cause of death, his arm was suddenly slightly pushed, and then, together The figure followed and crouched over, holding his arm tremblingly.

A voice as thin as a mosquito rang in Song Xi's ears, "Liu Yang, I'm afraid... I, I'll just hug, give me a hug..."

Song Xi turned his gaze away, his pale face came into view, the huge mirror frame covered most of his face on the bridge of his nose, his thin lips were bitten red, even his teeth were trembling to express his fear .

The system quickly gave information in his mind, the young man holding him was Qiao Zizhen, 23 years old, tall and tall, but a cowardly nerd.

Song Xi didn't answer right away, the role he is playing now is a little fool, and his behavior and speech cannot be judged by ordinary people.

After imitating the way a four-year-old child would speak in his mind, Song Xi smiled stupidly at the young man, and stretched out his hand happily: "Hug, I want to hug!"

Qiao Zizhen seemed to heave a sigh of relief, and the whole person followed suit. Just as he got close, there was a "pop" on the top of his head, and as the last crystal lamp went out, the room was completely plunged into darkness.

"Ah!" Qiao Zizhen yelled in fright, holding his waist tightly with both hands, and buried his tall body in the arms of the relatively short Song Xi, his movements were a bit ridiculous.

Being tightly held by a strange man, Song Xi felt a little uncomfortable. His brows were furrowed, the corners of his mouth were wide open, and when he was about to push the man out of his arms, suddenly, the shoulders of the man in his arms trembled, and he gave a low voice. Laughter came from his arms, intermittently, getting louder, echoing in the empty room.

Song Xi's back felt cold, and the hand that was in mid-air was retracted calmly.

The laughter lasted for a long time before it stopped slowly. Qiao Zizhen, who was supposed to be trembling with fright, slowly raised his head at this time, the corners of his mouth curled up in a dangerous arc, a smile hung on his face, and his gaze fell inch by inch to Song Xi. Forehead, browbones...

"Liu Yang."

Song Xi was horrified by the sight, his hairs stood on end, he swallowed silently, resisting his instinctive urge to run away, imitating the original body's expression when he heard someone call his name, smiled foolishly, and clapped his hands: "Yangyang! Yangyang!"

In his mind, he was about to burst the shriveled system, and couldn't help but cursed twice: "System! Can you do it, and give me more accurate personal information? You tell me how cowardly he is! Rat?!"

System: "Sorry, information transmission and other permissions are not within my scope of authority, I am only responsible for conveying information yo dear (≧ω≦)/!."

Song Xi: "..."

He wants to die.

Looking at the proud look of the system, he still doesn't understand that the original Qiao Zizhen has died a long time ago, and now the one wearing his skin is the boss demon king of this dungeon!In other words, there was no Qiao Zizhen at all.

Song Xi cursed secretly in his heart, no wonder Yuanshen would be the first to receive the boxed lunch, assigned to a room with the big boss, sharing the same bed, it would be hard not to die!

Just as he was thinking, "Qiao Zizhen" suddenly turned over and sat up, bent down and lay half down on him, stretched out his fingers and poked his face, "You're still a little fool."

He poked a nail mark directly on Song Xi's face. "Qiao Zizhen" stared at the little red mark, and slowly slid his finger, leaving a white mark where it passed. Slowly, his finger Sliding from the cheeks to the neck, falling on the main artery and scratching back and forth, the slightly cold fingertips made the surrounding skin goose bumps.

"Little fool, how tiring it is to live." Qiao Zizhen raised the end of his eyes, his fingertips moved more and more vigorously, but his voice became more and more gentle, as if it was an intimate whisper on Valentine's Day, "You shouldn't be here... How about I send you out of here? Forever..."

Song Xi: "..." What a fart!

Qiao Zizhen's expression was hidden in the darkness, so he couldn't see clearly, "If you don't speak, then I will take it as your agreement."

Song Xi: "..." In response to your sister.

As he said that, Qiao Zizhen didn't give Song Xi a chance to speak at all. Before the end of the last word fell, the hand on Song Xi's neck curled up and quickly grabbed his neck with increasing force.

Song Xi began to be out of breath, the pain in his neck spread, and the oxygen in his throat was deprived little by little. With a painful face, he touched Qiao Zizhen's hand with his hands, and asked the system anxiously: "I can kill him now." ?"

The system warmly reminded: "Please be sure to use the special props in the original text to kill the devil, otherwise...you can try it (≧ω≦)/!"

Song Xi choked, his eyes were darkened now, he was on the verge of death, how could he have the time to find any props!

"Ho..." He moved his throat with difficulty, trying to suck in the air, his fair face turned green and white, and the hand on the neck remained motionless, allowing him to reach out to break it and pinch it.

Song Xi felt that he was about to die, his heart felt like it was about to jump out of his lungs, and even the blood vessels all over his body were aching.

Qiao Zizhen leaned over and got very close, not letting go of every tiny and painful expression on his face, and sighed softly, as if looking at a little animal that was struggling weakly: "It's so cute."

The author has something to say: I will present a Suona song to Xiao Gong in advance (;￣ェ￣)