Warning, too cute! [Quick Transmigration]

Looking at the [-] million followers and the overcrowded private mailbox, Baitang was stunned for three seconds. He stretched out his finger and flicked the little green seedling on the top of his head, knocking the little green seedling so that he was not sure that he was dreaming. .

...Ah, the pace of change in this world is a bit fast.

It was a new account that was just registered yesterday, and today it has become a big V of Yaowang, and has a small gold medal of official certification.

"What's so strange about this, with your face, in any world, thousands of people will be crazy about you." The system pondered for a while, and said: "If you are from the Love Strategy Department, it is estimated that you will You can complete the task in minutes, and then walk to the pinnacle of life.”

The system imagined a beautiful scene, and began eagerly trying to persuade Baitang to change departments. It looked at Baitang with a clear demeanor. At this time, the boy had finished washing, and was pushing open the door and walking down.

When those dark green eyes saw Su Siyuan, the boy's eyes seemed to glow.

Everything the system wanted to say was stuck in its throat. It thought, this is fine now. A child as good as Baitang is not suitable for playing with other people's feelings. What he can do is to hand over all of his own. A sincere heart, and then seriously talk about a love.

Baitang didn't know what the system was thinking, he was frowning and staring at the dark circles under Su Siyuan's eyes, feeling a little unhappy suddenly.

I feel that such a haggard appearance is really an eyesore.

Baitang stood on tiptoe and reached out to touch Su Siyuan's bags under the eyes, "Did you not sleep well yesterday?"

Su Siyuan was slightly taken aback.

Last night, he re-watched "Snow White" several times. The more he watched it, the happier he became. The more he watched it, the more energetic he became. The man smiled and hit his head with blood.

It's really strange, obviously he has been walking slowly on the road all his life, but last night he wanted to run as hard as he could with open arms.

But these words cannot be said, and I am ashamed to mention them.

He can say some nasty love words affectionately, but he can't admit that his feelings are uncontrollable.

Thinking about it this way, it's really like a boy with a swollen face to make himself fat, giving the best gift he can give, and saying calmly, these are nothing.

Su Siyuan looked down at the young man in front of him, his heart was soft, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if jokingly said: "Because I missed you all night."

Unsurprisingly, the boy blushed, with a little bit of anger, or condemnation of "nonsense", but these accusations were weak, like being scratched softly by a little milk cat, no It hurts, but the bottom of my heart is itchy.

Some words seem to be nonsense, but they are actually true.Baitang would not know how many truths were spoken from this man in a joking tone.

For example, the basketful of earthy love stories.

After Baitang blushed, he forgot about the question. He and Su Siyuan settled things, waved goodbye to Grandpa Su, and turned to leave.

The goblin blimp I took in the morning was contracted by Lian Quejing, and Bai Tang got on the familiar blimp and talked with Su Siyuan about last night's hot search.

"There are so many monsters who privately message me." Baitang said in distress, "I can't even see them."

"Then don't read it." Su Siyuan rubbed Baitang's head, "We don't need to respond to everyone, we just need to direct the enthusiasm to professional tribulation masters." Su Siyuan paused suddenly while speaking one time.

He seemed a little too sure.

Why do you think that Baitang only wants to become a professional tribulation master?If his little monster enjoys the feeling of being surrounded by stars, then his decision this time is not appropriate.

There are many monsters who will develop their careers in show business, so they specially go to the human society where the entertainment industry is the most developed, such as the latest show star, a peacock spirit.

Su Siyuan looked into Baitang's eyes and asked, "What is your future plan?"

The dark green eyes were so clear that they looked like a green pond in the mountains under the sunlight. The young man in front of him said very naturally, "Become a professional tribulation master, and then absorb a lot of lightning."

"...Don't you want to be a superstar?" Su Siyuan asked softly.

The boy tilted his head, and the little green seedling on top of his head also shook, "Why do you want to become a superstar?"

Su Siyuan thought about his words, "This way, many people will like you." He looked at Baitang's face, "You are so beautiful, even if you don't do anything, the whole world will like you." After he finished speaking , My heart is inexplicably sour.

Then Su Siyuan saw Baitang blinking his eyelashes, and asked in confusion, "After I become a professional tribulation master, don't everyone like me?" Baitang frowned as he spoke. Suddenly remembered the third world, the hell messenger I met.

The opponent was wearing a black cloak, a hideous ghost mask, and a huge sickle on his back.The hell messenger squatted on the ground, and said in a negotiating tone: "You want thunder and lightning, and I want to harvest souls. We are good partners, so why don't you consider cooperating?"

In that world, after the death of a powerful person, the soul is unwilling to leave the body, so the hell messenger is needed to carry out the work of soul harvesting.Souls with good quality will be scrambled by many hell messengers.

The work of the hell messenger seems to have nothing to do with Baitang, but the hell messenger said seriously: "Everyone likes beautiful things, after you die, do you want to walk with the beautiful god of death, or the ugly god of death? "

Baitang: "..."

He firmly and involuntarily grabbed Baitang's wrist, wrapped Baitang in a cloak, and persuaded Baitang like a Tang monk chanting sutras, and lit up his ax while nagging...

So Baitang gave in.

Every time he fought with other hell emissaries, that hell emissary would suddenly lift up his cloak, revealing Baitang's face, and shouted: "Hurry up, we are full of beauties, you If you are taken away by that guy, you will only see a group of skeletons!"

The soul watching the battle from the side pondered for a while, then floated over silently, and greeted Baitang a little shyly: "Hi?"

The Hell Envoy who was robbing people at the side also quietly put away the axe, and walked to Baitang's side shyly, "Hi."

Baitang: "..."

This is what will happen when fighting for the souls of the righteous camp. When facing the souls of the evil camp, that hell messenger will never let Baitang show his face. "Their eyes are too dirty." The man said unhappily as he sharpened his axe.

"When you deserve to die, you will be struck by lightning." Yes, in this world, when a person full of evil dies, he will be struck by five lightning bolts.

Because the most powerful god in this world is the goddess of justice, God said, νμdmfnlqν... The translation of God's language is, it's not that I don't report, the time has not come, if I don't believe it, look up, and the sky will forgive anyone.

Cangtian: It's thundering, it's thundering

This is also the reason why Baitang cooperated with that hell messenger.When the bad guys are being bombarded by the five thunders, Baitang turns into a little grass, hides in the cuff of the Hell Envoy, and quietly absorbs the power of the thunder.

Sometimes the hell messenger would have a whim: "Why don't you press your wings behind you next time, pretend to be an angel, and say that you want to take them to heaven, so those souls will definitely want to run to us."

In this world, angels never greet souls, they will only appear in the celebration ceremony of the new god, singing and dancing, and lifting the throne of the new god to the sky.

Angels attach great importance to their own reputation. If someone pretends to be an angel, they will be hunted down by a group of angels.

So the unreliable idea of ​​​​the messenger of hell was rejected.

The man wiped his axe and sighed regretfully. His appearance looked very unscrupulous and crazy. I heard that the messengers of hell all looked crazy, because their souls were incomplete, which led to a drastic change in their temperament, completely different from what they were in life. The opposite look.

Who can become the messenger of hell?

dead.

It has to be the kind of dead person who has obsession, refuses to reincarnate, and just wants to be resurrected.They will harvest other people's souls, hand over most of them to the god of death, and then keep a small part for themselves, stitching their broken souls together, and piece together an unrecognizable appearance.

Then they can be reborn.

But this is an extremely long process and an almost impossible goal.Because no soul is immortal, they will gradually disappear in the long river of time, become tiny elements, become debris, become wind, become dust.

Those hell messengers are working diligently, harvesting souls to fill their own gaps, but their remaining souls are slowly being damaged.

This is a process of demolishing the east wall to make up the west wall. The original broken wall is a tofu dregs project, which is in danger and will collapse at any time. Time is like rain, even if it is a drizzle, it can wash away the paper wall.

The best way is actually to tear down the wall and rebuild, that is, to reincarnate.

but--

"I don't want it." The Hell Envoy was washing his axe, and he was working hard, "Reincarnated, what should I do if I can't remember him."

Baitang has turned into the shape of a small grass, he soaked his small roots in the water, because the angel of hell was washing the ax nearby, the water droplets would splash on the leaves of Baitang, Baitang shook in disgust Shake the small leaves and throw the water out.

"Who is he?" Baitang asked.

The Hell Envoy put down the axe, was silent for a while, and said, "I don't remember."

Bai Tang was not used to the sudden silence of the Hell Envoy, because that man had always been bluffing and unreliable, and he had a personality of always thinking, which made people easily think of the noisy starling.

But the character of the messenger of hell is the opposite of what he was in life, so when this man was alive, he should have a silent and restrained personality.

Fortunately, the Hell Envoy's silence was only for a moment, and he suddenly became lively again, chattering: "That person is my obsession, I think he should be a very good person."

"After all, only a lot of good people will let me die, and they will never forget it." He picked up the axe, polished it, and then sighed with some resentment: "The more unfortunate thing is that after I die, I will die." His preferences and temperament are the opposite of what he was in life, if this person appears in front of me again, I should have no feelings for him."

The messenger of hell put away the ax as he spoke, and looked at Baitang who was soaking in the water. He suddenly stretched out his hand meanly, and poked the little leaf with his fingers.

"What are you doing?" Baitang, who was passively moving his feet, became unhappy.

And the culprit was still smiling heartlessly, "Anyway, that person must not be you."

Bai Tang turned over and pointed his little butt at the Hell Envoy, expressing that he was not interested at all.

So he missed the pair of suddenly sad eyes behind the mask, with a dim light flickering in the gray eyes.

That man must not be you, thought the messenger of hell.Because I... from the first moment I saw you, I liked you very, very much.

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This is the end of the memory, Baitang thought, Yangou is really a strange creature, and when he died, he was still obsessed with the appearance of the God of Death.

So, as long as you are good-looking enough, no matter what your profession is, you will be liked by a large group of people. Why do you have to be a superstar? Besides...

Baitang raised his eyes to look at Su Siyuan, his dark green eyes reflected Su Siyuan's face, "It's so tiring to be liked by a lot of people." He whispered, as if expressing his heart, and as if casually mentioning, "Just People who need me to like just like me, and I am very happy.”

So Su Siyuan who likes Baitang, his heart just skipped a beat.