Chapter 23 Thoughtful
The layout of the host forum is designed in white and black, with a streamlined design that is monotonous and concise.
Suddenly, a line of golden IDs from bigwigs appeared, like a touch of bright color in a monochrome world, extremely eye-catching. Moreover, the title of this post is long and unique, making people unable to resist clicking in to take a look.
Second floor: "Sofa! I guess I can finally grab it this time!"
Third Floor: "Oh my god, seriously? I just came out of a hearty quarrel next door and saw the boss's new post?!"
Fourth Floor: "What? Big guys actually still argue on the forum? What? Big guys actually still ask for help on the forum??"
…
Infinite flow world, safe zone.
Shi Weizhi wore a cold expression, a pitch-black cape, and a well-cut military uniform, complete with a black belt and straight trousers, which outlined his tall, powerful figure. He was naturally aloof and ascetic.
Because of his immense strength, even when he stood still, he still reminded people of a sharp sword washed in ice water. Within a five-foot radius around him, no one dared to approach.
In the vast central square, a faint light shone, and the world's team ranking ladder was displayed on the largest screen.
The ranking of the "Mist" team jumped up one place to second place, and was close to the first place with a difference of only two or three worlds in points.
The team members stopped themselves from high-fiving and looked in Shi Weizhi's direction, scratching their heads in confusion.
They just beat such a tough dungeon, shouldn't they be happy? Why does the captain still look so murderous? Is this the boss? So terrifying!
Shi Weizhi habitually ignored the gazes of others, stayed in the central square for a while, and then returned to his own residence.
Enter the host forum again.
Only he himself knew that the idea of writing a strategy post just now was interrupted halfway, and this time he was going to continue writing a strategy post for the previous copy.
As soon as he refreshed the host forum, he saw a new popular post appear. His cold gaze fell on the long title and the ID he had seen before, and he paused slightly before raising his eyebrows and sneering.
He thought of the post that had just been aborted.
Among the two hosts, one is the original poster. After the post was blocked, his account should have been put into the black room as well; and the other one has just posted a new post and is even worried that his system may be bound to multiple hosts.
It's so embarrassing.
Unlike his Chuchu, he was the only one who wrote all the code. At most, he had been slacking off a little longer after work, but no matter what, it was impossible for him to bind to another host.
Shi Weizhi just glanced at it, not even interested in clicking on it. He raised his hand lightly, opened the new strategy post editing page, and entered the copy name "Next Generation Sky Tower".
win.
Needless to say.
…
Posts discussing "whether a system can be bound to multiple hosts" are still being published in full swing.
Ming Fengque watched as everyone gradually led the forum astray, with replies all over the forum worshipping the big boss. He looked indifferent and somewhat bored.
His interest in the subject faded as quickly as it came.
What's more, he knew that this question had no evidence and no fundamental meaning. It was just a sudden guess.
Because it suddenly occurred to me that this kind of situation was not recorded in the host manual, and no one in the forum had mentioned this possibility, so I came up with an interesting hypothesis.
When he was about to leave, the system forum next door heard the news and took action to put the building back on track.
One hundred and fifty floor: "The system of the neighboring forum watched silently, unable to help, hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, is the boss kidding? How is it possible? Hahahahahahaha!"
Other systems have also expressed their views.
One hundred and fifty-first floor: "Although this question is a bit strange, it is not difficult to answer hahahahahaha——
The answer is: Definitely not! "
One hundred and fifty-second floor: "How is it possible that a system can be bound to multiple hosts?! Absolutely unscientific!!"
Absolutely not?
Ming Fengque received a categorical negative answer, but he became a little interested. He slightly narrowed his eyes and replied with a question mark with interest.
"?"
Thoughtful system explained quickly.
One hundred and fifty-fourth floor: "Boss, don't you know how tiring it is for a system to be bound to a host?
As a system, it is responsible for understanding the world background and the host's personality, determining the main line, issuing tasks, applying for task rewards, operating its own system store, and providing timely assistance to the host when the host's tasks encounter bottlenecks.
After returning to the system space, I had to submit weekly reports and constantly compete for KPIs every month. From time to time, I was summoned by the Lord God to attend lectures. Oh, and the system's core code sometimes had errors, and no one could help fix them. I had to fix the bugs line by line to get it running smoothly.
I heard there's now a new internal job that only top systems can handle: writing host observation reports. This will put even more pressure on them!
This long list of well-reasoned replies quickly gained the approval of the general public.
One hundred and fifty-fifth floor: "That's right, binding to a host is not a simple matter! It's really tiring--!"
One hundred and fifty-sixth floor: "This is a very difficult task. How could anyone possibly bind so many hosts? 0-0?"
The host appears.
One hundred and fifty-seventh floor: "Wow, as a host, I've learned a lot. It's the first time I know how hard you work! I'm so moved that I'm crying. I'm so attached to you!! Wuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!"
…
In this forum, the host and the system exchanged opinions, quickly becoming a nexus of two separate forums. As the forum grew taller and taller, the central idea was that binding many hosts simultaneously was impossible.
Ming Fengque seemed to be lost in thought. His slender fingertips gently tapped the reply box on the forum and replied after a while:
"I understand what you all mean. This has never happened because it's extremely difficult to achieve, not because it's completely impossible, right?"
300th Floor: "That's true...?? No, what are you thinking, Boss?!"
Everyone who realized it later took another look at his ID and said, "I want to raise a system baby."
This ID was very unusual. Their eyes widened, as if they had suddenly understood something.
There are all kinds of addicts in the world, such as sweet food addicts and salty food addicts, but the poster is obviously a system addict - the degree of severe addiction, the kind that cannot be saved.
Why do you think his system is so awesome?! Even the A001 in the system world can't bind to multiple hosts!
320th Floor: "Did you give your system a filter that's a little too deep?"
330th floor: "? Is your system really??"
This sentence was responded by Ming Fengque.
He smiled softly and replied, "No, he won't have another host."
Everyone was shocked again.
340th Floor: "Hey, hey, hey, boss, you seem very confident?"
Ming Fengque held an emotionless smile in his eyes. "Yes. If my system really has other hosts, I will kill them first, then cut off his space jump tunnel, lock him up, and modify the core code so that he can only see me... Well, he can't even return to the system space. That would be best."
Everyone: “…”
“…………”
Alas.
Yandere is so scary!!!
…
Over there, the forum has built two high-rise buildings, while the system that is the protagonist of the topic here is still completing tasks.
In the fantasy world, the sect competition has arrived. Chu Qingkong, a diligent worker, is so busy with the competition that he has no idea that he has already been on the verge of failure.
"A Pei, let me do the math. You've completed thirty games during this period, and each game took an average of 30 seconds..." Chu Qingkong said cheerfully, "So you've completed thirty small tasks! Full marks!"
——Ahhhhhhhhh, KPI is waving at him! !
Pei Ci, known for his skill in assassinating even the demon leader, was a complete dimensional crusher in the sect competition. As an outer disciple, he fought his way through the competition like a whirlwind, making it all the way to the final round.
The final round is held in the largest Yunxiao Arena.
Chu Qingkong excitedly followed Pei Ci to see the new arena, not forgetting to automatically turn on the radar to scan the entire arena and report any dangerous situations nearby.
"Beep, the system is checking——"
"Opponent's name: Pei Liang
Direction: 700-meter high platform in front of the right
Cultivation: Apparent Soul Power Level 10 (Illusionary Soul Master), Actual Demon Infant High Level"
He coughed lightly: "A Pei, Pei Liang is here! Look, look!"
Pei Ci said "Hmm?" and looked to the right front following his voice.
Those who cultivate have far superior vision to ordinary people, able to see across great distances the young man surrounded by people on the high platform. Pei Liang wore a purple robe and a gorgeous crown, waving a folding fan in his hand, his powder falling in a rustling pattern.
Pei Ci was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "He's only at the tenth level? What a waste."
"Where is the host now?"
Pei Ciyi: "Soul power level 20."
Twentieth level...
Chu Qingkong unfolded the level setting of the fantasy world and saw it all at once. His eyes lit up slightly and he asked with great interest, "It's Soul Master! Is he more powerful than the Sect Master?"
Pei Ci smiled: "Yes. Chuchu, I will try my best to complete the task for you."
Chu Qingkong: "Okay!"
…
On the high platform stood Pei Liang.
He assisted the demons in invading the Pei family a year ago. As a contact person, he secretly obtained many benefits from the demons, such as demon skills, demon crystals, demon weapons, and demon contact information.
Over the past year, he has been living in seclusion in the sect. Although he is relying on the gifts from the demons, he has been practicing diligently and his cultivation has increased rapidly. He is undoubtedly the hottest new star in this sect competition.
Even a week-long confinement did not shake his status.
If nothing unexpected happens, he will be the first.
He walked out of confinement, fanning himself, and called his friends to a high place, where they looked down at the arena below, as if this was his conquered kingdom.
...Thanks to Chu Chu Feng, he had completely forgotten about Pei Ci Yi, who also had the surname "Pei." Furthermore, the sect competition was the next day, and with the back-to-back competitions, there wasn't a single moment of free time.
When he arrived at the final battle, he found out that his opponent was the boy whose name he had only heard half of.
How could an outer disciple enter the decisive battle?
Pei Liang was surrounded by countless people offering him compliments, greetings, water, shoulder rubs, and all sorts of flattery. Yet, even though he seemed to take them in, a faint sense of foreboding sank within him, a resurgence of that ominous premonition lingering like a thorn in his flesh.
When I looked up, I saw a young man in a loose moon-white ice silk dress walking towards me in the breeze under the hazy sunlight.
His clothes were elegant and graceful, his posture was relaxed and casual, and his black hair spread out behind him like silk.
On a face that could either be angry or happy, with a gentle smile in her eyes, she was gazing at a certain spot in the sky, as if she was listening attentively to someone speaking, her temperament as intoxicating as the spring breeze.
Is this the new generation's prodigy?
Pei Liang was slightly startled, thinking he looked vaguely familiar, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't place why. He wasn't sure if he was actually from the Pei family. He even felt a resemblance between him and the Pei family's heir. But that heir had been as confident and domineering as the sun, having died a year earlier. How could he have such a calm demeanor and join the Mist Sect without a doubt?
The people around him called out to him with a smile: "Brother Pei Liang, after the decisive battle, you must treat us to a good meal!"
Pei Liang retracted his gaze, waved his fan, smiled and agreed.
"Just food? Of course, of course."
No matter what kind of genius he is.
He himself has the power borrowed from the demons. Since he is against me, don't blame him for being cruel and ruthless.
Pei Liang thought about it and took his leave.
In a deserted place, he opened the contact information left by the demons, hesitated for a moment, and sent a message.
…
"A Pei," Chu Qingkong was discussing the secrets of wealth with his host. "The betting over there is open. I want to go and take a look." A good system is accustomed to sweet talk and promises. "When I have more points, I will apply for many new mission rewards for you!"
“…Go ahead.”
Chu Qingkong left the system space.
Betting is in full swing on the side of the ring.
The steward shouted loudly and vigorously.
Most of the spirit stones on the table were placed on Pei Liang. Seeing the odds so one-sided, the steward sighed and shook his head, about to put away his bets when his attention was suddenly drawn to a flash of blue.
A young man who had never been seen before suddenly appeared from nowhere and stood beside the gambling table.
His white hair was soft, with misty blue ends. He had long eyelashes and was staring quietly and quietly at the spirit stone on the gambling table without blinking.
Those eyes were extremely clear and beautiful, as if thousands of stars were gathered in his eyes without any reservation.
——The system is calculating.
Odds, winning rate, and how much return you can get if you invest 10,000 high-quality spirit stones.
The steward subconsciously asked, "Are you from the sect?"
"No," Chu Qingkong answered quickly, with a hint of contempt, "A powerful leader like me certainly can't be from a sect."
Manager: “…”
What was he saying? Although I didn't understand, I felt like I was being mocked.
Besides, where did this person come from?
Before he could angrily chase the person away, he suddenly saw the young man in front of him stretch out his hand, and in his white and transparent palm, there was a pile of sparkling high-quality spirit stones.
What's going on? Are these many spirit stones real?
The manager stared at so many spirit stones, and his breathing suddenly became rapid.
"You, you..." The steward swallowed his saliva: "Your spirit stone is too fake."
Chu Qingkong flipped his hand again, and took out a second stack of high-grade spirit stones from his palm: "Say it again, is it fake?"
The steward straightened his neck and shook his head: "...It's true."
"Are you betting on Pei Liang too?" He thought about the low odds and said reluctantly, "Pei Liang does have a great chance of winning, but..."
Chu Qingkong interrupted: "But Pei Ciyi will definitely win."
"Ah! You're right! That's exactly what happened!" The steward was overjoyed and kept shouting, "Hurry up, hurry up!"
No, no, no, he thought Pei Liang still won. These were all - spirit stones - ah!
Chu Qingkong readily followed suit, and under his extremely eager gaze, he firmly pledged all the spirit stones to Pei Ciyi.
Top-grade spirit stones cannot be lumped together with ordinary spirit stones. Due to their extremely high value, the odds instantly changed from one-sided to the other.
The steward couldn't help but let out a smug laugh.
Chu Qingkong gathered his sleeves and left. These were the spirit stones he had secretly exchanged for points, which he could convert back later. Within the reasonable range allowed by the mission world, the system could earn some extra income.
really.
These are all - points - ah!
"I'm off work."
When Chu Qingkong returned to Pei Ciyi, his face was full of reluctance, "A Pei, I will miss you."
Will miss his points!
...But it didn't necessarily mean he had to leave work. Although it was officially time to leave work, as a system on the same side as the host, he was of course eager to see how his host would get revenge in the finals.
"As long as you coax me a little," Chu Qingkong added with a wink, "I will stay with you."
Pei Ciyi paused slightly, a faint smile spreading from the corners of his eyes and eyebrows: "Be good, can you stay, Chuchu?"
"Ding—the system has been left."
Pei Ci was touched by his cuteness and wanted to rub his system.
Chu Qingkong spoke righteously, fighting for the legal rights of workers: "Overtime work should be paid overtime."
Pei Ci thought to himself that at this moment, even if he asked for the stars and the moon, he would willingly give them to him.
His voice was soft and slightly hoarse, and the tip of his tongue gently licked his lips: "Okay. Finish that side quest, and then clear your system mall, okay?"
…
"The final round of the 60th Lanwu Sect Competition officially begins today!"
On the Yunxiao Arena, the Sect Leader stood on the high platform and announced in a deep voice, while the sound waves mixed with soul power rolled towards the audience seats.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of applause from the audience, accompanied by thunderous cheers.
Chu Qingkong felt surprised: "I didn't expect the atmosphere group this year to be so respectful! It seems that the name they are cheering for is not yours, A Pei."
Audience: "Pei Liang! Pei Liang!"
Chu Qingkong: "——A Pei! A Pei!"
His voice rang directly in my mind, more penetrating than the sound of the distant audience seats.
They even created a scrolling electronic screen in the system space, with the characters "A Pei will win" flashing in red, orange, red, green, blue, and purple, giving it a very cool and technological feel. Unfortunately, the natives of the fantasy continent never had the chance to see it.
When the atmosphere group also has to compete internally, the King of Competition will never admit defeat!
Pei Ciyi: "..."
The leader stroked his beard and introduced the contestants on both sides in a few words. Soon it was time for them to go on stage.
Pei Liang and Pei Ci flew onto the stage.
Sect Leader: "Silence!"
The atmosphere in the room was stagnant and solemn, with no sound.
Only in his mind, Chu Qingkong was still whispering encouragement: "A Pei! A Pei!"
"Oh yeah, his weak point should be his right shoulder, there's a demon mark on it."
Pei Ci smiled softly: "Thank you Chuchu."
"Leave it to me next." He looked at the person in front of him calmly and said softly in the system space, "You can admire your host for a while. You are already working overtime, so I can't let you get too tired."
Chu Qingkong was moved and opened a bag of potato chips.
Crunch.
“…”
Arena.
Pei Liang closed his fan, revealing his steely brilliance. He bowed and said, "Junior brother, please give me your guidance."
Pei Ci's expression remained unchanged, still with a faint and gentle smile on his face. He seemed gentle, but he ignored him.
His coldness and arrogance made Pei Liang feel a little embarrassed. Anger flashed across his brows. He opened his folding fan, and the fan bones reflected a deep light.
This fan was a ground-level magic weapon, capable of both attack and defense, and it contained a speck of purple gold powder—originally poisonous. But last time, a gust of wind blew it from nowhere, nearly blinding me. So, fearing it, I saved the poison.
When people saw the fan, some in the audience began to gasp and exclaim in amazement.
Pei Liang looked ahead with pride—
Pei Ci smiled indifferently and nonchalantly, facing the fine iron folding fan. He just raised his hand slightly, and on his fingertips was a cinnabar yellow talisman with intricate totems painted on it.
He didn't even draw his sword.
Pei Liang couldn't hold it in any longer and was a little annoyed: "Aren't you going to take your sword?"
Pei Ci answered him this time.
He smiled faintly and said softly, "Not now."
Pei Liang gnashed his teeth, his heart raging with rage, yet on the surface he pretended to be convincing and trying to persuade him: "Junior brother, aren't you underestimating the enemy a little bit..."
The master's voice came from afar, interrupting the conversation: "Three, two, one——"
"start!"
The red drums on the high platform are hammered.
Pei Liang was holding back his anger, and he flashed and took the first step.
No one has ever dared to look down on him like this! He must teach this kid a lesson!
The fan bone flashed like lightning and was about to touch the fragile neck.
In front of him, the black-haired young man stood motionless, lowered his eyes slightly, and ignited the yellow talisman with the soul power of his fingertips. The ancient talisman instantly ignited, and the green soul fire leaped!
And within the soul fire, there seemed to be thousands of resentful spirits wailing sharply, and a faint breath of extreme despair from the demons was emanating.
This isn't an ordinary yellow talisman, but one that once sealed away demons...?!
Pei Liang's face changed drastically. Thinking of the demonic skills he practiced, he could only avoid the attack temporarily and retreat quickly.
"boom--"
The talisman flew towards him.
Pei Liang subconsciously avoided the vital points of the neck and heart, and then he realized something was wrong.
The talisman wasn't aimed at his vital point, but at his right shoulder? Why was it his right shoulder?
What was worse was that he was distracted for a moment and reacted a little too slowly. When he came to his senses again, he felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder. The yellow talisman that ignited the soul fire had already sunk an inch into his shoulder!
"ah!"
Ordinary people's spells are not so powerful.
But that was the Demon Clan's sealing talisman, which had once killed thirty Demon Clan leaders. Now, when one touched the mark left behind, a sizzling sound instantly appeared on the surface of the skin as if it were being burned.
“Uh, uh…”
A huge pain came over me.
Pei Liang cried out in pain and disbelief, falling from mid-air, kneeling heavily on the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
Audience: “?”
Some people were whispering to each other, "What kind of spell is this? I've never seen it before! Is it an attack spell? How can an attack spell be so powerful?"
"Indeed. Normally, attack talismans either inflict negative or positive damage, or cause fire, lightning, or floods... What exactly does this talisman mean?"
Another scream: "Ah! Look at the stands!"
Everyone's eyes turned to the platform.
Pei Liang half-knelt on the ground, screaming as the talisman continued to burn. His original purple robe gradually turned darker and darker, covered with rough scales, and his eyes were as red as if they had been dipped in a pool of blood.
The fan fell out of his hand with a snap.
Two ferocious black horns emerged from his head, and his whole body was surrounded by murderous aura. As more and more demonic energy gathered, his entire body became blurred in the black mist and could not be seen clearly.
Demons?
Everyone gasped.
Looking more closely, they discovered that the two black horns that frightened them had no real entities, but were just shadows that were extremely similar to real entities - they were still human beings, but they had practiced the magic techniques of the demon clan.
But why did the Pei family get destroyed by the demons, and why did he practice the demons' skills?
There was a great commotion in the audience, with screams and discussions suppressed.
Although the commotion this scene caused lasted an extremely long time, it lasted only a moment from beginning to end. Pei Ci looked down at the half-human, half-demon crawling on the ground, his eyes, like black tea, lazy and almost indifferent.
Chu Qingkong was crunching potato chips.
"I'm going to kill you!" Pei Liang lost his mind and roared frantically, "You've brought me to this point, you're seeking death!"
The evidence he revealed of collusion with the demons was a foregone conclusion, and it was all facilitated by the man in front of him.
He was panting heavily, with none of his usual flattering demeanor. He had no time to think about how the person in front of him knew his demon identity and the location of his mark. The mere fact that he was still alive made him feel nauseous and want to kill him a thousand times.
However, under his gaze, Pei Ciyi smiled.
Laughing...?
The boy's smile was calm, yet tinged with dangerous mockery and contempt. His gaze was condescending, as if he were observing the death struggle of an ant, a touch of sarcasm and a touch of annoyance.
He finally drew out his sword and stuck a yellow talisman on the hilt.
The next second, the sword light seemed to be awakened, shining like snow, illuminating the world with its awe-inspiring brightness.
He made a smooth starting move, with the tip of his sword pointing forward at his side, as sharp as lightning.
Chu Qingkong was so nervous that he threw half of the potato chips at himself and suddenly forgot to eat them.
This was the first time he had seen Pei Ciyi draw his sword. In the past, when he had accompanied Pei Ciyi on missions, he had always used talismans to resolve any issues, in order to prevent any potential dangers from using the Pei family's techniques.
Now he realized that his sword moves were even more powerful than talismans. His murderous intent was unbridled, yet his edge was concealed. It could be a touch of moonlight in the quiet night, or it could be fireworks that caused the sky to collapse and the earth to collapse.
The moon-white icy silk floats with the sword, like the falling of new snow.
Pei Liang's breathing became completely disordered.
Others couldn’t recognize it, but Pei Liang knew it. This sword technique was... the Pei family’s sword technique!
"Are you from the Pei family? Pei..."
Pei Liang opened his eyes wide and muttered to himself. Before he finished speaking, his body's subconscious reaction was ahead of his consciousness, and he rushed forward regardless of anything!
Pei Ci cannot be allowed to live.
The Pei family should have perished on that bloody night a year ago. We can't let them slip through the net... No, no, no...
The headmaster standing on the high platform suddenly stood up and attacked with a rapid sword attack, shouting sternly, "Evil creature! Why don't you stop?!"
But there are people who are faster than him.
Before Pei Liang's desperate attempt could reach Pei Ciyi, the sword in Pei Ciyi's hand had already pierced his heart.
Blood splattered like a fountain!
Pei Liang said in an almost inaudible voice: "Pei... Pei Zi..."
The talisman affixed to the long sword was a demon-killing talisman of a higher level than the previous one. Countless powerful demons had died under this talisman.
Pei Liang's blood froze. Before he could finish his words, a chill spread from his heart to his whole body, and he fell down softly.
The whole audience was in an uproar.
His body was completely demonized, his exposed skin was covered with dark armor fragments, and his eyes were wide open with emptiness.
In the last second of his sight, he saw the young man standing in front of him, with bright red blood splashing on his cheeks. The cold white and the extreme red contrasted sharply, but the corners of his lips were slightly raised, still smiling. Compared to him who had already turned into a demon, he looked more like a Shura from hell.
Pei Ci said casually, "Huh? Why? Who am I? Go on."
The tip of the sword advanced another point.
The heir of the Pei family, he is really back!
Pei Liang froze, not daring to open a single word of what he was about to say.
He was extremely sensible of the situation, and at this point, he could only desperately beg for mercy: "Please don't kill me! Please, I'll give you whatever you want..."
The sound stopped abruptly as the tip of the sword advanced a little further.
"What a shame." Pei Ci smiled softly, his expression unmoved. "Back then, when the Pei family faced an army of 100,000 demons, not a single person begged for mercy."
Pei Liang stopped talking again, feeling a little dazed.
Perhaps there really is a kaleidoscope of events before death. Scenes played silently in front of his eyes until he saw the Pei family martial arts manual that he coveted but could not get.
A year ago, he first encountered the demon clan, who promised him that if he could obtain the skills, they would give him half. However, the Pei family was completely destroyed, and the skills were never found. Instead, his right shoulder was left with an indelible mark of the demon clan.
Before he died, the last scene he saw was Pei Ci killing him with a ghostly move.
——That is the Pei family’s sword move.
Pei Ci drew his sword indifferently.
There were exclamations from the audience as they watched Pei Liang collapse limply on the stage, his eyes closed, and he was silent.
It seems that...
All the disciples looked at each other blankly, seeing silence and confusion in each other's eyes. After a brief pause, their eyes focused on the brother who had first said to Pei Liang, "You must treat us brothers to a good meal."
Some are shocked, some are accusing.
The brother suddenly came back to his senses, lowered his head and slapped himself, half of his cheek immediately became red and swollen: "!"
Yes.
Eat well.
…The question is how do we fast forward to the start of the meal?? !!
*****
[Beep—Task settlement in progress.]
Chu Qingkong held the uneaten potato chips in his mouth, supported his chin, and settled the task in the system space.
[The fantasy side quest "Kill the Pei Family Traitor" has been completed, with a settlement score of 15,000.]
[System-exclusive bonus points: "Winning Without Anything", "Opening the Table", settlement points 5000.]
Chu Qingkong: “?”
He tilted his head in confusion, wondering for a moment if the language program had failed to load and he couldn't understand the text on the system work panel.
What does it mean to win without doing anything, and what does it mean to start a banquet?
But there are still quite a lot of points, so forget it, it’s okay if I don’t figure it out.
【Total points: 20,000.】
[Points have been issued, please continue to complete your world quests. ]
Chu Qingkong put down the bag of potato chips and reached out to poke the panel. Ripples appeared on the translucent screen where his fingertips touched. He said unsatisfiedly, "There's one more thing. Don't forget."
【receive. 】
[I'm touched. Dear A001, you are indeed a considerate system for your host!]
[Host reward: 100,000 high-grade spirit stones, heavenly-grade weapon.]
Chu Qingkong: “…”
Being praised by the machine only made him look even more confused. After a while, he turned back and searched through the vast database for a long time before finally remembering the incident.
He has applied for many great rewards for the host!
"But that's not the issue right now. You're mistaken." He poked at the system panel again, saying bitterly, "I'm talking about... the points I earned from betting with my spirit stones!!"
【……drop--】
Chu Qingkong: "Don't play dumb!"
The system panel trembled, looking furious. If it had a physical form, it would be cursing right now.
【Please wait, we are checking out for you. 】
[Invest: "10,000 High-Grade Spiritual Stones", Receive: "Principal + 5,000 High-Grade Spiritual Stones", automatically converted to 15,000 points.]
【Points have all been distributed, please be advised.】
Chu Qingkong sighed.
...This Lanwu Sect is still a little too poor. They actually spent all their money to bet against Pei Liang, but the total amount is only 5,000 high-grade spirit stones!
But when he counted the points he had earned, his expression became happy and satisfied again, and he happily closed the system work panel.
He stretched and yawned.
Then he heard the host's voice calling him.
Pei Ciyi: "At the beginning..."
Inside the cave.
Pei Ci's gaze fell on the 100,000 high-grade spirit stones that had just fallen from the sky and flooded his space ring. He had always been gentle and considerate, but now his smile was unusually stiff.
Should I say it was a good thing it went into his interspatial ring instead of falling directly outside...? So it didn't cause too much of a stir...?
Chu Chu seemed to have no idea about the price of gold in the fantasy world. All the disciples of Lanwu Sect only had 5,000 spirit stones. The 100,000 spirit stones he gave were almost enough to buy half of the fantasy continent.
Chu Qingkong: "What's the matter?"
Pei Ciyi: "Your spirit stone reward is too much."
"It's okay," Chu Qingkong said magnanimously, patting his shoulder with his mind in the system space. "It's a waste not to fleece the main system. The main divine space has so many good things that it can't use them all. What's wrong with us helping it use them?"
Thousands of light years away, the code on the main system screen suddenly fluctuated and tumbled, like a sneeze.
Chu Qingkong thought for a moment and added, "Right, A Pei, after completing this mission, you should be able to take a break, right?"
Pei Ci smiled and lowered his head, not directly answering the question: "Well, it depends on the situation."
"Whatever you want." Chu Qingkong said goodbye to his second host slowly and said softly, "I really have to go off work this time, A Pei——"
He was a principled and polite system. He had originally intended to say goodbye to his host, but suddenly he saw the space warp tunnel forcibly opened. Then, his entire system, including the code, was swallowed up and thrown in...
The farewell came to an abrupt end.
The space jump tunnel is long and deep, and the stars in the sky are spinning before your eyes.
“…What’s going on?!”
[Hello, your scheduled work schedule has arrived, and the space jump tunnel will automatically open.]
“…”
This time the dizziness was even worse than before, like the powerful washing mode of a drum washing machine. Roughly estimated, the speed increased by another 10 percentage points.
Hello, yes.
Chu Qingkong: “?”
There was a bright light before his eyes, accompanied by the chirping of birds, and he fell dizzily into World No. 3.
"Chiu."
Subconsciously turned into a novice bird.
He landed face down on the ground, lying in Ming Fengque's palm.
"Master..." His voice was weak, but he still forced himself to greet her according to the system manual. "Hello... Chirp... It's so cold here, chirp chirp..."
Ming Fengque: “…”
He changed his location, from the secluded torii gate to the top of the frozen snow-capped mountain.
Above the white layer, a cold wind blew fiercely, biting the bones like a knife. The cedar trees swayed like feathers, and the snow fell in a rustling manner.
It was incredible that there were still flocks of birds that followed him relentlessly, almost freezing to death in the snow. However, among so many birds, only Chuchu could land in his palm to keep warm.
Ming Fengque held the little bird in his palm in front of him, his feelings of love and worry slightly revealed: "What's wrong, Chuchu, are you hurt anywhere?"
“It’s okay@!￥#8%1￥Q￥5#^”
For the first time, I knew that the round, beady eyes of a chickpea can actually turn into the shape of "のの".
It's already starting to become garbled.
But still trying to be strong.
Ming Fengque lowered his eyes and looked very carefully. He hadn't seen his own system for a long time, and his heart almost melted when he saw it.
The fluffy little bird in my palm seemed to be trembling constantly, falling softly. Through the thin layer of feathers, I could even feel the warm pulse beating...
——But the first part is because I was dizzy, and the second part is just my imagination. How can Chuchu Bird have a pulse? He is a system!
A spiritual barrier rose from Mingfengque, a shimmering white light blocking the chill wind. Then, with her jade-like fingertips, she carefully channeled a bit of spiritual energy to help warm his body.
In his opinion, his family's Chuchu must have suffered a lot.
He began to reflect on himself - why did he abandon the mountains where spring is always here and come to this harsh environment of the snowy mountains? What if Chuchu doesn't get used to it? What if Chuchu gets sick?
"Chiu."
Chuchu Bird is in adversity but remains tenacious.
He used his soft wings to support his palms, and with the help of leverage, he slowly transformed a ball of birds into a sitting bird.
Opening its beak, it said, "Hello, host. Chirp."
This time I can speak complete sentences.
Ming Fengque looked at him: "...What's wrong?"
Chu Qingkong certainly couldn't say that he had spent too much time with his previous host, and that he had been forcibly dragged into your world by the space warp tunnel, causing him to be dizzy.
He pondered for a moment, looked at the host in front of him sincerely, and spoke: "Host, you should have received the crispy eight-treasure duck I sent you, right? Isn't it super delicious, and it's even roasted with honey?"
Ming Fengque didn't know why he mentioned roast duck at this time: "Huh? Yes, what's wrong?"
"Actually, I caught and roasted that roast duck myself, and I dug the honey out of the hive myself." Chuchu Bird twisted its body and looked slightly into the distance, as if recalling a difficult past. "...The duck kicked me several times, and all the bees in the hive came out to sting me. So I've been dizzy since I finished roasting the duck. Haha, I've already entered your world."
Ming Fengque: “…”
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