The American strong and miserable villains always want to stick with me [Quick wear]

This means that Eugene died, but Field's luck improved?

Could it be that world consciousness really made the villain a child of luck, as Goss said? ? ?

This is too outrageous. There are tens of millions of host task execution case records in the system database, but none of them can correspond to the current situation.

What is the world consciousness in this world? How can it be said that reversing identities means reversing identities? Isn't the protagonist and villain chosen by him?

The system is now full of question marks.

"The task progress bar has always been an invisible gray... I thought it was because we didn't have enough energy." But judging from the current situation, it may not be the simple reason.

Goss gave a noncommittal "hmm".

He played with Field's fingers with great interest, and responded to the Duke's words: "Isn't it a good thing that luck has improved?"

With Goss nestled in his arms, Field sat gracefully on the back of the chair.His eyelids drooped, his focused eyes fell on Goss's face, and he let his fingers be twisted around, like a wild beast spoiled by a small animal.

He said softly: "It's a good thing, but is the price* secretly marked?"

Goston paused, a little surprised: "Are you afraid?"

Field didn't hide it deliberately this time, and his fear was easily perceived.Even if he said he was afraid before the last war, Field didn't really show it like he does now.

He put his arms around Goss again, this time around his shoulders, piously and cautiously, like holding a cherished fire in his arms.

"I have nothing to lose,"

"except you."

He could feel that Goss came to the manor with a certain mission in the first place. This mission probably coincided with his ideas. They had the same interests, so a lot of unnecessary trial and error was eliminated.

There are too many mysteries about Goss. Even now, he is not sure that this handsome and useless prodigal will stop for him.

He didn't want Goss to disappear quietly like he had quietly appeared in the manor.

When he heard Goss said that he was leaving the manor before, his fingertips twitched uncontrollably: he was nostalgic for Goss's hot temperature, his caring gaze, and his intoxicating breath.

Field could not accept a future without Goss.

He could headshot Eugene who wanted to poach the wall, and he could use rumors to block the eyes of others coveting Goss, but what if Goss wanted to leave?

What was he supposed to do with Goss?

Goss wrinkled his face like a cat, and understood what Field meant.

Because of himself, Field was too insecure.

Goss decided to appease him.

"You can rest assured," said Goss, "I can stay with you until I ascend the throne, marry and raise the heir to abdicate and enjoy my old age."

system:? !

I didn't watch it for a while, why did I just throw such a big bomb? ? ?

Field's eyes suddenly turned dark.This is undoubtedly a lifetime commitment.

The Duke blinked, and slowly stretched out a little finger.

Goss smiled brightly, with curved eyebrows and canine teeth looming, accompanied by the moonlight, which was photographed and treasured by Field's eyes.

He said: "Huh? You are so childish after being such a grand duke? There is really nothing I can do about you."

The first time they pulled the hook, it was for keeping secrets; the second time they pulled the hook, it was for white hair.

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"You..." the system said quietly, "Why did you just promise him to live out your old age?"

"Huh?" Goss replied unhurriedly, "You can't deceive other people's feelings, you have to be responsible for a lifetime."

His face was taken for granted, and his tone seemed to be teaching his stupid son.

The system was very unconvinced: "I obviously didn't tell you about the host's love agreement, where can you guarantee that you can stay with him for the rest of your life?"

"I said yes, so I can." Goss replied confidently.

The system really can't do anything about this lawless host: "I'm just wondering, where did you get your confidence..."

It knew that what Goss said was entirely possible.Because the Quick Transmigration Bureau has fully absorbed the experience of other companies, and has summed up more than n reasons that may cause the Bureau to fail to operate, one of which is a red high-risk principle: to eliminate all possibilities that may affect the General Bureau due to love and hatred.

A slogan hangs on the left side of the corridor of the Fast Travel Bureau: "Our bottom line is: Don't be an emotional liar!"

The neon words on the right side of the corridor flashed: "The headquarters will not hinder any pair of lovers!"

The signs are specially marked in hot pink fonts: "Your love begins from now~"

Completely put aside the possibility of seeking revenge due to love and finding the end of the fast crossing game.

The Quick Transmigration Bureau has a complete registration process, which is used to bring family members after finding a lover in the small world.

The induction training also includes the "scum is death" class for people who will never disappoint the small world. It is nicknamed the sweater class. If the host is found to have qualified behavior, the system has the right to issue a "sweater warning" to get the host back on track. .

Now that Goss has communicated with Field, even if he wants to leave this world early, he is not allowed. At least he has to wait until his partner dies or the Duke changes his sweetheart.

But the Duke... the system trembled. Every time he saw Field's eyes on Goss, he wondered if the Duke wanted to tie Goss to his belt.It is absolutely impossible for such a person to change his mind.

The system looks at the sky at a melancholy 45-degree angle. It is now more and more convinced that the host is likely to get a perfect score in the knitted sweater class.

Call it this AI like a scumbag.

"Whatever, since you said so, then I will report it." The system said helplessly.

It didn't expect that in just a novice world, his host would be able to have a lifelong relationship with human beings.He couldn't help feeling a mixture of pride and melancholy that "my child surpassed ordinary people in inexplicable subjects".

"It will probably take a few days to review, and then you can take Field away when you finally leave this world..."

"Wait," the system said, "I can't reach the headquarters."

How could it forget, since they encountered the turbulence of time and space, they have lost contact with the headquarters.Not being able to contact the headquarters means that no information can be reported, nor can it be restricted by the headquarters' treaty.

Fortunately, although his host was a little out of tune, he was not some outlaw fanatic.

"Oh, Field can't run away anyway, and I'll contact you after you can register," Goss said nonchalantly, "The important thing now is, can we get rid of that chaotic human shark?"

It's not an outlaw...a lunatic...what terrible thing did he say just now! ! !

"Who do you want to kill? Who do you want to kill?" The system asked in a crash, "You have to let me get a red card from the headquarters and become a wanted wandering system, right?"

Systems and hosts that keep touching the rules of the fast-traveling game will be exiled, and those that are serious will be blacklisted, and all small worlds will be refused access.In other words, you can only stay in the chaotic and unpredictable space-time tunnel, and if you don't pay attention, you will be torn to pieces by the space-time turbulence.

Goss: "That spy definitely possesses super-dimensional power, and we can count him as a chivalrous hero when we kill him."

System: "The risk is too great... Don't say that his identity is suspicious, if you can't catch him, he will bring us big | trouble!"

Goss: "How will the soul that was squeezed out of his body rest in peace? How will the fate line ruined by his conspiracy be repaired? What about those who may continue to suffer in the future?"

system:"……"

Goss: "It's a gamble. Although we can't get the mission energy if we succeed, we can receive the gratitude energy of the world consciousness."

System: "You've already thought about it, haven't you?"

Goss smiled slightly: "Stop talking nonsense, agree quickly."

"Okay, okay!" the system muttered, "I'll stay by your side, and the lifespan of the program will degrade by at least a few decades."

The newcomer Quick Transmigrator reached an agreement with his cute new system, and decided to deal with the "evil spirits" with super-plane abilities that inexplicably appeared in the world.

The system now has the energy feedback obtained from previous war victories. With this energy, it can occupy the body when other people's will is weakest, and squeeze the soul of the original owner out of the body.

Goss: "...wait a minute, isn't your ability a bit familiar?"

The system reacted, with a confused face: "Fuck! The evil spirit is actually me???"

Goss rubbed his temples and said amusedly: "Little waste, it's not that you are an evil spirit, but the evil spirit probably has the same energy mode as us. If so, we can speculate on his ability based on your ability." We can better control his actions through his strengths and weaknesses.”

"You're right," the system calmed down a bit, and began to use its top-level intelligent high-speed analysis, "maybe he is the exiled system host."

"So our plan is to find him weak-willed and let you squeeze him out of his body." Goss said, looking at the system panel.

The system ball tapped up and down, and said: "Well, okay... wait, let me squeeze the body???"

"That's right," Goss looked at it, as if looking at a vexatious child, "isn't it you who has the ability?"

The system speaks incoherently: "But our system has no soul... No, our system has never entered the body of an intelligent creature and squeezed out the soul of another person! They all activate the ability and let the host enter!"

Goss raised his eyebrows and asked him, "Have you tried?"

The system immediately denied: "Of course not! This is an act of stepping on the red line. If this person hadn't gone too far, I would definitely not..."

Goss interrupted it: "Then how do you know you can't do it? You can't say no if you are male."

Moral kidnapping!This is absolutely moral kidnapping!

The system retorted him: "Then you tried it? How do you know it will work?"

Goss smiled leisurely, and he leaned back in the comfortable plush leather chair, looking at the clear and clear sky outside the window, with a relaxed expression, as if nothing could bother him at all.

"That's easy, you can try it first."

The system looked at Gus Jitong's smile, and the program stopped running:

Why does it always feel that it has been calculated? !

The author has something to say:

*She was still too young at that time, she didn't know all the gifts given by fate, the price had already been secretly marked

— Zweig, "Queen of the Lost Head"