Chapter 306 The cold prince's brother killed the Quartet 1
Chapter 306 The cold prince’s brother kills everyone 1
Return to space.
The system rushed forward to welcome you, [Congratulations to the host! I was worried that the villain wouldn’t want you.]
Lu Youming refused in every possible way at first.
Use various means to refuse.
If he hadn't been worried that the DNA test would affect his path as a criminal, it would have been even more impossible once Fuchen's identity as his biological son was revealed.
The floating dust clings to the system and enters. The soft bag feels good.
Fuchen couldn't help but pinch it.
Comfortable.
I feel comfortable in my heart.
Fuchen couldn't help but squeeze Baozi System into his arms and squeeze it.
[Host, host...] The system is trembling. It has never encountered a host in such a state.
Fuchen squeezed it for a while, felt satisfied, and pushed the bun system away.
The system was cautious, [Host, did I get into trouble again?]
It is always surprisingly difficult to choose the world.
Last time, he was the one who chose the world of sharks, and Fuchen was almost killed by his own father.
This time, it was also a narrow escape.
Fuchen shook his head.
【Will the host’s Dao Heart be affected? 】
Fuchen smiled, "It's not bad to be a wild girl."
Different people, different experiences.
She will become the child of a different villain.
Because if she tries hard to influence the villain, she will inevitably be influenced by the villain.
Thinking of Lu Youming's father, she thought of a sentence: the formation of crime is sometimes related to emotional feedback.
When Lu Younian was low-spirited and tried to make money, his boss mistreated him and gave him a life that was worse than a dog. His dignity was frustrated.
The "master" who taught him his craft was the thief who stole all his wealth, and was also the source of his becoming a thief. This is betrayal.
He rescued a woman who was subjected to domestic violence and was sent to jail. This is a collapse of faith.
The girlfriend he likes abandons him. This is the hopelessness of life.
Along the way, his emotional feedback is weak.
Even in a rural family where he grew up, as the youngest child, he only received an egg. He never received a hug or an ideological response.
As a child, she was dull and did not give him enough positive feedback.
After going all the way to reach this result, it can be considered barely qualified.
It's just a pity that as I grow up, I become more and more distorted.
"Let's go to the next world." Fuchen sighed.
Regret is also a kind of beauty.
The system no longer dared to make her own decisions, and gave her a panel to make her own choice.
Fuchen saw that the total number of tasks had accumulated to tens of thousands.
"Why so many?" The amount of tasks has increased dramatically.
And now she... Fuchen is doing some mental calculations.
Well, we have only completed seven worlds.
The system flew over and explained, [The current task completion level has reached a state of stagnation.]
[The Lord God is thinking about how to advance the progress.]
[Although we have no error rate, it is too slow and not worth promoting.]
[Currently, taskers give priority to repairing previously faulty worlds, and only after repairing more than ten or all of them are they allowed to take on new tasks.]
[The tasker who made a mistake and has not completed the repair is not allowed to restore the immortal body. 】
Damn it.
This is so confusing.
I promised before that there would be no punishment!
Fuchen's eyes widened, "You mean, they might be deprived of their immortal bodies and trapped in the mission world, constantly repairing them?"
The system nodded, [Shenjun said that the error may be related to the Taoist heart. Repairing the world means regaining the Taoist heart. Let’s practice in the current world. ]
"What about me?" Fuchen was a little nervous. If that guy dared to threaten her, she would kill him and destroy him!
[Shenjun only said that you should take your time and make no mistakes. 】
Fuchen let out a long sigh of relief.
I rubbed my head and pulled it with my hand, and the panel stopped at a world introduction.
""The Rise of the Holy King"?"
Fu Chen looked over and saw that this was a world where countries were constantly in conflict.
The previous generation of hegemons has weakened, and the next generation of hegemons is rising faintly. This world is a world of war, and everyone relies on their own abilities to compete, regardless of means.
Of course, this was only the cold weapon era.
"This doesn't seem to be a problem." Fuchen was confused.
The system receives the information, "The key is that there is a person who killed too many people, and the world cannot move forward, and has been stagnant at this stage."
【This is our goal this time.】
Fuchen looked over and said, "Wanchang, the mighty king?"
How it sounds, how weird it sounds.
[The mighty Heavenly King is his self-proclaimed name. Wanchang is his name, which has no words.]
[The era he lived in was the era most likely to advance, with hundreds of schools of thought contending and countless talents. 】
【But he almost killed him. He was also killed quickly. 】
[The Great Depression occurred in later generations, and there was no talent or possibility to move forward.]
【The last plague, humanity almost died out.】
[The meaning of heaven is to ensure the arrival of a prosperous age.]
[Whether it is killing Wan Fan early, protecting a large number of talents, or electing a saint king, I just hope that we can ensure that the times move forward.]
Fuchen:???
Can I do this as a child?
Fuchen looked carefully, "Died at the age of 19?"
This is too early a death.
No, at the age of 19, in the era of cold weapons, someone who can kill until there is no talent left is definitely a master of terror.
"No protagonist?"
[No. There are many smart people, and no one is particularly lucky. Only the villains stand out and kill everyone.]
"Is my mission getting more and more difficult?" Fuchen sighed, covered his head, and looked carefully, "If I protect him as he goes on, can he become a Saint King?"
[I don’t know.] The system answered, [This cannot be answered.]
[Tiandao said that it also tried to save Wanchang, but it could no longer kill Wanchang before it grew, nor could it save Wanchang in the end. So I hope there are external forces that can help. ]
"I'm not sure. I'm not sure." Fuchen looked at the task.
She subconsciously wanted to use her child's identity, but this, it was too early to die?!
Fuchen thought for a moment and immediately decided, "I hope to advance the time of entering the mission."
"About five years old."
She must get close to the villain.
[The host is close to the villain at the age of five?]
"No." Fuchen laughed, with a playful light in his eyes, "Leave me in the cold palace where the villain lived when he was five years old."
【ah?】
"The older children should take care of the younger ones." Fuchen nodded.
【Memory recovery time?】
"About five years old."
【Is it true that you won’t die immediately? 】
Fuchen shrugged, "Then come again."
The system didn't say much, it was already used to the host's free mode.
[The world is being transferred...]
The dark night blocked the moonlight, and the courtyard was overgrown with weeds.
The door to the cold palace was quietly opened.
At the same time, someone in the house heard the noise and quietly raised the window to peek.
In the dim vision, only a blurred boundary showed that this was an adult, thin, holding a package in his hand, and walked in quietly.
Poison?
snake?
I traced my gaze and saw the figure walking to the corner of the courtyard, then quickly coming back and closing the door quietly.
The package in my hand is placed here.
Beast?
The owner of the house, a little boy, walked quickly into the grass with a knife in his hand.
The grass is taller than people.
Pushing aside the grass, the boy saw the package.
Red, cotton, the pattern is very simple. It looks like something used by palace maids.
The package is bulging, but not very big.
Poisonous snake?
The boy approached cautiously, holding the knife with both hands, and stabbed forward fiercely.
"Ah——" A cry stirred up the tense nerves.
The knife the boy was holding turned sharply, and he lost his balance and fell to the ground.
The knife fell on the gravel.
The boy bowed and looked at the thing under him in surprise. He carefully opened a piece of cloth and revealed a head.
