Vicious cannon fodder rolls over every day [Quick Transmigration]

Ruan Yao lost her memory.

When he woke up from the dormant cabin, he was dizzy for a while when he saw the big blue-faced and fang-toothed face of his minister, and it took a long time before he felt the dull pain in his chest slowly pierced by the bullet hole.

He covered his heart and asked the minister blankly: "What's wrong with me?"

The memory stays at the wedding where the white doves flew away, the ominous ring was about to touch his fingertips, and the benevolent goddess of fate shed tears of pity from her pale pupils.

Ruan Yao could no longer hear the gunshot.

Overlapping sprays of blood splattered him, first his own, then Edward's.

Ruan Yao tried to recall what was going on, but her mind went blank, and if she thought about it again, she felt sharp pain, and the nerves in her brain were throbbing.

He wanted to see the expression on the blond boy's face, but he couldn't even remember what Edward looked like.

Empty a name remains in the brain for a long time with the pain of tearing.

He is a very squeamish person, and he often shows a pitiful expression when he feels uncomfortable and seeks a little comfort from others.But this time he forcibly endured the unexplained pain, and asked Minister Xiong anxiously:

"Why did my protagonist Shou die?"

The most critical memory seemed to be forcibly erased by an eraser. Ruan Yao held his throbbing forehead. He couldn't remember what happened at that moment, but the touch of Edward's blood splashed on his body was particularly real.

Even if he forgot everything, he still couldn't forget the bloody hotness.

How could Edward have died?

He really wanted to get rid of the mission, but that didn't mean he wanted Edward to really die.He is the protagonist Shou, this is a certain HE world line, how can the protagonist die?

He shivered for a while, looking like a little stray cat whose fur was wet by the rain. While shivering, he meowed and waited for an owner who would not come back on the corner of the street.

Minister Xiong stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder as if comforting, sighed and said: "There is no way to do this, there is a small problem on the upper level, not only you, but irresistible plots have appeared in the whole world Chaos, in order to rescue you from the plot, we had to use a little trick."

There was a trace of seriousness on the honest and heroic face, and the macho minister stretched out his hand to brush the mane that exploded on the back of his head, patted Ruan Yao's shoulder comfortingly, and then lowered his voice and said: "He is about to wake up, now the whole time The management is in a mess, and I have to quickly separate you from the plot."

As if to prevent Xiao Peach Blossom Spirit from thinking wildly, he added a superfluous sentence: "Employees from other departments have also been forcibly recalled."

He saw the wetness remaining at the end of Ruan Yao's eyes, and said with a guilty conscience: "Don't worry, your mission has been successfully completed, you were successfully killed by the protagonist's gun, and the rest of the plot will be back on track."

Ruan Yao blinked his long eyelashes, using special means to erase memories would always leave people with sequelae, he looked extremely slow at this time, and even the frequency of blinking was much slower: "Did Ryan kill me? "

He spoke dreamily, with a light tone, and it didn't look like he was sincerely seeking an answer.

The minister turned his head and didn't look at him: "That's him."

Ruan Yao was completely quiet now.

He continued to hold his chest with one hand, the long and secret pain in his heart tormented him, he frowned blankly: "Minister, why does my place hurt so much?"

There was a tear on his thick eyelashes, but he still thought he was holding back the inexplicable pain, and asked the minister in the usual tone: "My heart hurts."

Calmly, it seems to be just asking if you have eaten today.

The man supported his shoulders and fed him a cup of sweet sugar water, and let him lie down slowly after watching him gradually recover a trace of blood.

"The technique of forcibly peeling off the spirit is not mature enough, it will inevitably bring some sequelae, and it will be fine after a short rest." The man's voice got farther and farther away from him, Ruan Yao moved his pale and bleeding lips, lying in the dormant cabin, gradually I closed my eyes.

……

Qianlong Ji 720, Andromeda Shenxu galaxy, garbage star.

This is the edge of the Galactic Empire, the land of exile.

A veritable three-way zone.

Numerous wanted criminals, exiles, and poor people like insects and ants took root in the stinky, dirty and messy shed area, drinking, fighting, prospering with women, gambling, murder and three meals a day. A piece of carrion entangled abruptly and disgustingly on the prosperous and beautiful star map of the empire.

A little boy in black clothes wrapped around his neckline nimbly emerged from a pile of waste cardboard, and his feet in canvas shoes precisely stepped across a puddle of stinking dirty water and stepped on barely clean ground .

A woman in a red suspender standing at the door and eating melon seeds glanced at him and smiled sweetly: "You're back, Xiaoyao."

The boy was wearing a mask, revealing a pair of clear, light amber eyes. When he saw a woman calling him, he would bend his eyes, and his eye feathers like butterfly wings flickered twice, as if trying to take away people's hearts.

The woman didn't have much business during the day, and her face was full of make-up from the night before. At this moment, she suddenly blushed and secretly annoyed why she didn't put on her makeup.

After Ruan Yao greeted her, she opened the oil-stained bead curtain and ran all the way to the third floor along the narrow stairs. At the end of the corridor, she found her own room and took out a rusted brass key. Opened the door.

This is a group of rented land, and the houses are stacked densely and unartistically like pigeon coops on a small lot, with one layer higher than the other.

Ruan Yao rented a better place, barely able to turn around.

He took off the mask, took a deep breath of fresh air, and took out the food he bought from the convenience store and put it in the microwave for a brief heat.

After being exiled to Garbage Star for almost three months, his delicate stomach has long been accustomed to the taste of these cheap fast food. Earlier, he could even take out the overnight food in the trash can and gobble it up.

Ruan Yao lazily lay on the bed waiting for the meal to heat up, her eyes were empty: "Brother Tongzi, I really want to go home."

If it wasn't for spending a little points in exchange for a taste changer from the system, Ruan Yao would really rather starve to death in the face of this pile of dark food.

It's very strange that Ruan Yao's initial score as a Mengxin is so high that it is a scary number. It seems that the above is still taking care of Mengxin!

Metal Xiaofang turned on the signal light, stretched out his mechanical hand and plucked the soft hair of the little thumb: "Hey, bear with it, the work of the cannon fodder department is like this, how can you get promoted and raise your salary without going through pain?" !"

Ruan Yao frowned, with a fresh look on her face: "Can the Vicious Cannon Fodder Department really be upgraded to the Long Aotian Department in the future?"

The system looked grave: "Anything is possible."

The microwave oven that was taken out from the waste station made a sharp "ding", and Ruan Yao jumped up immediately and was in no mood to discuss with the system what was there or what was missing, cooking was the real business.

He looked at the gradually setting sun outside the window, calculated the time in his mind, sighed with a bitter face, and started to work after eating.

Ruan Yao's setting in this world is a delicate and expensive nobleman of the main star, who was exiled to a remote garbage star by the enraged emperor because of the incident of framing the protagonist and the failure of the family's political struggle.

A top nobleman in the empire, spoiled and spoiled since he was a child, his fingers are soft and white and slender like water onions. Before he came to Garbage Star, he never thought that he had to make his own meals and wash his own clothes. He stumbled and almost starved to death.

The introductory words given to him by the system were like magic voices hovering in Ruan Yao's mind: "You are a narrow-minded, shameless, extravagant and lustful gold-worshiping bitch who will do anything to make money."

"In this world, your mission is to make money and cheat people. Make the most money and cheat the richest people."

so weird.

At first, Ruan Yao suspected that there was something wrong with her ears, but the system repeatedly confirmed that the mission statement was correct.

The little beauty couldn't help but squeeze out the mask of pain while her pupils trembled.

Whether it is making money or cheating people, it is not a small challenge for Ruan Yao's IQ.

The time-telling robot issued a stumbling sound: "It's time! Move the bricks! It's time! Move the bricks!"

Ruan Yao immediately withdrew from her thoughts and hurriedly cleaned up the messy things on the table. While pursing her lips, she knelt down on the floor in shame and dragged out a box from the deepest part of the computer table.

It was a very ordinary kraft paper box, but Ruan Yao was as cautious as opening a box of dynamite, her face was already pink like a peach blossom.It contained a lot of neatly folded fabrics.

Because of the tailoring problem, it is difficult for Ruan Yao to describe them with words other than fabric.

It was the system that first thought of wearing this.

Ruan Yao has always thought that the system is an unfathomable guy, since it can find a way to buy so many messy sexy/interesting clothes online on remote planets, it knows that it can't be ruled by appearances.

"You look good like this." The system's voice was cold and serious. It sounded like it was evaluating whether a piece of pork had passed the quality inspection, rather than facing a lively little beauty wearing only sporadic fabrics.

He looks like a serious man, but he doesn't know how much fun he has in private.

It's a pity that no matter how much Ruan Yao resisted this kind of clothes in her heart, she still had to pick out a set of cloth that barely covered her body and scribbled on her body in order to make a living.

Kneeling on the soft plush carpet with peach-pink knees, the edge of the black skirt hangs loosely on the thighs, and there is a danger of exposing the entire buttocks with a slight bow. A hollow black top will wrap Milky white upper body, if it is brighter, you can see cherry-colored points through the lace breast shield.

Ruan Yao stretched out a naked arm and swung the camera down, making sure that she completely avoided her face.

Just in case, he put on a mask again.

The soft hair on the forehead was brushed to cover the eyes.

The time on the robot's display scrolls and freezes at a certain point in time.

The screen in front of Ruan Yao lit up.

The viewers in the live broadcast room, who had long been itchy, first saw the slender neck that was so ashamed that even the Adam's apple turned crimson, and the soft flesh like a breast milk that was stretched out by the black tight top.

"Brother, brothers, good evening."

The voice muffled in the mask was sweet and soft, with a sticky nasal voice, and the eyes were wet with shame because of the shame.

Yes.

As a bitch beauty who pursues eating, drinking, and having fun, she doesn't want to move bricks, and she doesn't want to starve to death, her first choice after living in the garbage star is to go to sea and become an anchor.

This is also considered self-reliant.

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