C8 The Venerable One Is in Love with Me

It's late at night and the moon is slightly cold.

Lan Shumo was tossing and turning on the bed. "Tong Ba, how do you think I should stop the female lead from making a comeback?"

[I don't know about that. However, Host can raise the female lead's dark value to 100 and then get rid of her] the system's voice sounded a little excited.

"Who would have thought that you would be such a system?" Lan Shumo pursed his lips and placed his hands behind his head.

"Why don't I cultivate my spirit?" Lan Shumo suddenly sat up.

Host, have you gone crazy cultivating your spirit? You can start cultivating your spirit at any time. [The System is crying (T / T)]

"But I'm so bored. Is there anything fun in the System?" Lan Shumo pouted pitifully, his face saying, "Please comfort me. "

[There's nothing fun about it. ] But Host, do you want to take a look at your panel?]

"Stats Window? Send it over to take a look. " Lan Shumo said curiously.

Name: Lan Shumo (Can be changed)

Gender: Male (Can be changed)

Age: 19

Character: Outgoing, funny, sometimes unpredictable

Appearance: 89 (full score: 100)

Performance: 36 (100 full marks)

Wisdom: 94 (100 full marks)

Force: 68 (100 full marks)

Spirit: 890 (unlimited)

Luck: 68 (unlimited)

Aura: Passerby Aura

Weapon: None

Skills: Seductive Eyes, Instant Movement

Points: 800

"Why don't I have a weapon?" Lan Shumo looked at the weapon column and frowned.

Because Host did not find a weapon that belongs to you and formed a soul contract, Host did not have a weapon. The System patiently explained.

Lan Shumo nodded and said, "I understand. "

At this moment, the "Heart Dust" that he casually put aside trembled, and with a buzz, it stabbed towards Lan Shumo.

Lan Shumo hurriedly pounced to the side, "What the heck! Murder!"

He saw "Heart Dust" stab towards Lan Shumo again. Lan Shumo immediately used his mental energy to attack the sword. The sword paused in front of Lan Shumo for a moment before falling straight to the ground.

"Speak, why did you want to kill me?" Lan Shumo picked up the sword and looked at the edge of the sword. If he really stabbed it, even if he didn't die, he would still be seriously injured.

For some reason, he felt a chill down his spine. Fortunately, I can do it. Otherwise, if he really got hurt by it, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Who are you? Why are you in Bell Wood Ink's body?" The sword slowly opened its mouth, but it was obviously communicating mentally with Lan Shumo.

"Do you think I want to? If it wasn't for Suzuki Mitsuo's request, I wouldn't have come. " Lan Shumo looked at the system with disdain.

The System said, It's my fault.

"Suzuki Mohiro entrusted me with this task?" The sword didn't seem to believe it.

"Yes, I am a quest user. Travelling through every world is only for the sake of fulfilling the dying wish of the wielder. " Lan Shumo told everything he knew to the sword.

The System was a little worried. [Host, isn't it a little inappropriate for you to tell it like this?]

"But I already said it. " Lan Shumo put on a helpless expression.

Host was starting to become retarded. What should he do? Wait online Anxious

"Since you've told me the truth, I'll form a soul contract with you. " Before Lan Shumo could react, Heart Dust cut his finger and dripped a few drops of blood onto the blade of the sword, completing the soul contract.

"No, you. . . No, this sword is so sloppy, isn't it?" Lan Shumo looked at "Heart Dust" in front of him, which was flashing with blue light.

Congratulations to Host for obtaining an ancient spiritual weapon.

"Congratulations my ass! My finger hurts so much, okay? " Lan Shumo looked at his cut fingers with a hopeless expression. He, Lan Shumo, was not afraid of anything. He was only afraid of pain and suffering.

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