Chapter 3： Contractual marriage (1)

Afterwards, Fu Yue and Jun Heng disappeared in place, leaving System 677 with a bewildered look.

A certain light group: [? ? ? 】

No one knows what Tiandao and Fu Yue said.

System 677 only knew that after Fu Yue came back, he agreed to bind the strategy system, go to Three Thousand Worlds to complete the mission and collect the power of faith.

Although a certain Tongzi was so curious that he scratched his head, but because the host was a big man, he was more embarrassed, so he dared not ask at all.

System 677 found that its host had been autistic since returning.

Yes, it is autism.

It's like losing my soul.

A certain light group floated and floated, floating in front of Fu Yue, and asked tentatively: [Master Fu Yue, if there is no problem, should we go to the mission world? 】

Fu Yue seemed to come back to her senses all at once, and then nodded in agreement.

Subsequently, the system 677 consciously began to introduce the task.

[Master Fu Yue, the first world is a novice plane, there are no mission requirements, you just need to live your life like a normal person. 】

After a pause, the voice of System 677 gradually decreased: [But during the task, you will erase all previous memories. Of course, you will retain your original character and will not be affected by the character of the original owner...]

Fu Yue raised her eyebrows and asked indifferently: "Will I clear my memory for every task in the future?"

System 677 hurriedly denied: [No, it's just for the first mission. 】

Fu Yue nodded without embarrassing it, "Yes."

System 677 sighed secretly.

Fortunately, fortunately, it is now afraid that the big man will turn his face if he disagrees.

[You are about to enter the first world. 】

Fu Yue opened her eyes.

The cold and dark pupils fell out of focus for a moment, and she blinked slowly, curling her long eyelashes and trembling slightly.

The first thing that caught her eye was the snow-white ceiling. She moved her fingers slightly, and the friction between her skin and the soft cloth made her realize that she was lying on the bed.

There was a strong smell of wine in the air, which was extremely pungent.

Fu Yue, no, it should be Jiang Ruan now, she felt a little pain in her head.

She is in a state of persecution of "Who am I where and what am I doing".

She pinched her eyebrows with her slender and white fingers, and the woman's soft red lips pursed.

...The head hurts really.

Before Jiang Ruan was relieved from his headache, the sound of the door handle turning suddenly came from outside.

Someone is coming in?

Jiang Ruan silently covered the quilt, closed his eyes, and pretended to be a salted fish.

I have a headache and don't want to care about people.

The steps of the incoming people are not hurried or slow, very regular, serious and serious, as if knocking on Jiang Ruan's heart.

He stood on the head of Jiang Ruan's bed, and the shadow of his whole person instantly shrouded, and there was an unspeakable sense of oppression.

Jiang Ruan continued to pretend to sleep calmly.

Her expression was calm and she didn't even move her eyebrows.

Unexpectedly, the man didn't wake her up, just put something on the bedside table, and then turned around and went out.

After hearing the sound of the door closing.

Jiang Ruan first opened one eye and looked around, and found no one, then opened his eyes with confidence.

She turned her head and reached out to pick up the things on the bedside table.

That is a document.

Jiang Ruan: "?"

Pull the white thin cord, untie the tangled buttons in circles, and then take out the files inside.

The woman's slender fingers pinched the white paper, her cold eyes drooping.

After reading the words on the paper clearly, Jiang Ruan's eyes were stunned for a moment.

divorse agreement.

The inscription is Gu Xichao, she nominally...

husband.