C1 After Death

Qin Dongrann expressionlessly looked at a small ball of light in front of him that called itself the "System. " His thoughts drifted to the moment before his death.

He was dead, almost the same as the death in a typical novel. He was in a car accident. As soon as he saw this, Many people would think that he was a sad husband / boyfriend / boyfriend / boyfriend (victim), betrayed by a scumbag wife / girlfriend (victim), He brought Mo to his door, and then he was filled with grief and indignation. He rushed out of his house and met with a car sent by Mo. He would crash to death or something.

Actually, the situation was more or less the same.

However, Qin Dongrann was the legendary "Little Brother Mo. " Don't misunderstand. He didn't know anything and was inexplicably pulled in front of a little boy by a familiar junior. He announced that he was the true love. . . He was pushed down by the little boy with a dumbfounded expression. A car sped over and he was hit and died just like that!

Before he died, he saw his anxious junior hugging him. Trembling, he took out his phone and dialed 120.

At that time, Qin Dongrann only wanted to say:

FUCK!

Many of his feelings had yet to be savored when he entered this vast white space. Then, this little dumpling would pull a bunch of things that he had been chosen to do for the mission.

He completely did not understand.

Or rather, he didn't want to understand at all. Right now, Qin Dongrann only wanted to smoke a cigarette and quietly think about his life.

He didn't feel sad. Heart-wrenching emotions didn't usually appear on him. That was why he was always called a cold-blooded animal.

What was there to be sad about, he never remembered being sad. . .

"User is big, have you thought about it?" Little Cluo blinked at him. His watery eyes could culd a person. Coupled with his soft and cute voice, if it was an ordinary person, they would have pounced on him and given him a good beating.

Qin Dongrann just stared at Little Cluo expressionlessly without saying anything. Little Cluo felt guilty when he looked at her. However, she continued to look at Qin Dongrann pitifully, hoping that he would agree.

"That is to say, after completing all the missions, I will be able to return to the real world, right?" Qin Dongrann waved at the little glutinous ball, indicating for it to come over. The little glutinous ball obediently floated over and was held in his arms. It was rubbed hard twice.

Little Club was a little confused. Just now, this future host had said so coldly to it.

"How long will that take?" Qin Dongrann happily hugged Little Club. He really had no resistance against this kind of round thing. That cold look just now was just an act.

"This depends on the host's great ability. The faster you complete it, the earlier you can return. " Little Club was very enjoying being touched and answered obediently.

"Is there any danger?"

"About that. . . Actually, I don't know either. I just took over. . . "

Qin Dongrann did not make things difficult for it. He let go of Little Club and smiled faintly, causing his originally elegant and moving face to become more charming. "Let's go. Let me see what kind of mission it is. "

"Okay. "

The system transferred the data. Qin Dongrann only felt that his entire body was wrapped by warm air and then fell into a coma.

"Soul Coordination, 97. 9%. "

"Prepare for teleportation. . . "

When these sounds disappeared, Qin Dongrann slowly woke up on a soft bed. He blinked and looked at his hands and body. He was sure that this was a seventeen or eighteen year old young man.

He looked up again and saw what was around him. Then he suddenly smiled.

In the huge room, whether it was the decoration or the paint color of the wall, it was either black or gray. Even the big bed did not have a trace of vitality. It clearly did not fit the configuration that his body should have at his age.

It was so ugly.

Qin Dongrann curled his lips in disdain and got off the bed. The first thing he did was to take a shower. He did not know what the original owner did last night. His body was sticky. He definitely could not tolerate being mysophobic!