It's not too hard to die when you lose your job.
#The official distribution transformer system competes with it
#Are all the bamboo shoots still on the mountain
Fengluo knows that this lottery turntable is definitely deliberately humiliating it!!
The system layout is updated as follows,
Name: dyed white
Level: Level 4 Tasker of Tiandao administration
Backpack: plane locator, 2 amulets, soul value 12, witch's staff, sea Pavilion deed, blessing of the spirit of dream forest.
Special title of the system: Voyager (you wander away from all things and look for the soul. Please complete all her unfinished wishes. When you are attached to her, you are her) [because the trigger 003 task executor is uncertain, the Voyager's danger is upgraded to SSS +, and you are an existence beyond the system's insight.]
Aura: "male master" aura, "dream" aura.
Points: six million.
The first task to trigger the wish was completed perfectly, and the points also rose a lot.
If this goes on,
Ten million is not a distant future.
Feng Luo said, "you smoke, I'll face the wall."
Out of sight, out of mind.
After thinking about it, Feng Luo added, "I don't want you to smoke me, I want you to smoke the turntable."
#Having an understanding host is not necessarily a good thing.
Dyed white: "I know."
Seal off: "..."
You know shit.
The lottery process still needs to go through. Even if it is closed, ranbai hates it and is not happy about it, but the lottery system is always happy.
In countless options.
Dyed white pressed it carelessly.
Feng Luo turned away as if he were dead.
"Finished smoking." ran Baimei picked lightly, smiled lazily, said to Feng Luo, and added slowly: "I didn't smoke you, but I smoked the turntable."
"You don't have to say it again." before Feng Luo turned around, he simply turned his back to dye white, drew a circle, sighed and asked, "what's out?"
If it hopes for this junk lottery system again, it will be a fool.
#Garbage turntable, ruin my youth
"Please stand upside down in public for an hour." ran Bai read it out word by word.
“???”
“!!!”
“……”
"Fuck?"
"Shut up when you say dirty words." ran Bai is very calm.
"Are you serious!" Feng Luo couldn't calm down.
It was so frightened that its hair exploded and turned to look at the turntable.
Dyed white hook lips: "I lied to you."
At the same time, Feng Luo also saw what was drawn from the lottery turntable.
There is no sentence that ran Bai said, but a secret script.
Feng Luo looked at ranbai with a sad and angry face: "host, you lied to me!"
"You look funny."
"... fart!!!"
Does it look funny?
Is it a toy.
Fengluo simply ignored ranbai and went to see the secret script. I don't know what the system can give. Wulin secret script? Business war script? Conspiracy script?
Then I saw four glittering characters.
——Peerless secret script.
“……”
It fell silent.
"Host?" Feng Luo cried tentatively.
"Yes."
"Here's your chance to learn." Feng Luo said sincerely, "we have passed through so many planes and have never learned peerless secrets."
"It's time to cherish." ran Bai half smiles.
The introduction of the secret script is like this. The four golden lights seem to flash blind. Under the big characters, there is a line of golden small characters.
[from ancient times to modern times, the secret script is an extremely magical existence, which has attracted countless heroes to bow down.]
Finally, the script attached such a small, poor font that could hardly be seen in the golden light.
[please feel for yourself.]
Seal off a black question mark: "so what's the meaning of this secret script?"
Bala Bala's unfathomable, are you sure you're not talking nonsense?
"At least they have noodles." ranbai takes back his eyes.
"Don't worry about the host. I'll get you a noodles when it's transmitted." Feng Luo vowed and was in high spirits.
“……?”