End of the Sky

The system remembers that Russell ’s “toxic tongue” skill evaluation was that the chat always ended because of him. Now it seems that he really has a foresight, his vision is not ordinary, and Russell was so ridiculous that he didn't know what to say.

But the contract must be signed, he changed a slightly soft tone: "After three world missions, you have been qualified to become a host, and signing the contract is good for both of us. The reason why I deceive you is because Kindness is also a kind of protection for myself. The previous host was so bad that I was desperate! "

Russell was interested in hearing the words: "You seem to be a vulnerable group, aren't you an omnipotent system?"

"I'm just a program, I can't do everything!"

"A program with a command?"

"From your words is full of mistrust and discrimination. I am a form of life and you cannot deny it."

"That's right, I really don't believe you!"

System: "..."

"Don't stop, keep talking."

"Before your host, they were very keen to oppose me, and they were clearly one, but they tried everything to erase my existence. This is ridiculous. A dull, mechanical, dogmatic system, how can there be intelligence It ’s easy to use, right? ”

Russell touched his chin: "I think they are right, the system is still no brain!"

System: "..."

"I just casually say, there is no malicious intention, you continue."

The system sighed and slowly said, "It is because of you, the host who has been persecuted with delusions, that I have to make a contract to protect myself. It is clear from the contract regulations that my obligation is to protect your interests, and Your obligation is not to hurt me! "

Russell should listen to this kind of words. He didn't go to his heart at all. He doesn't sell miserably. He focused on the fact: "It sounds like you are miserable, but the previous host is dead, and you are still alive. ?"

他们 "Their death has nothing to do with me. It was done by myself! Although the treaty has imposed restrictions on you, none of them will threaten your life. I do this just to protect myself."

Russell frowned: "You are so scared, does the host have great authority?"

"After becoming a host, you are bigger than me ..."

The system probably realized that it said too much and decided to shut up decisively.

Russell's eyes were getting brighter and brighter: "Listening to you, I don't even want to sign a contract."

The system said coldly: "Don't delusion. If you reject the contract, I will re-select a new person, and I will leave you, the consequences will not be borne by you. You will be erased , Become an idiot, and unlucky may die directly. "

"Is this a threat?"

"No, this is a fact, not an alarmist! Without a contract, you will really die!"

Russell groaned for three seconds and slowly said, "Well ... let's try it?"

"..."

"How do you make a system like this?"

The system's patience reached its limit, and said with anger: "Don't be too proud of yourself. The respect I give you is not your arrogant capital!"

Russell: "No, you can disrespect me!"

"Find Your Way Out !!"

The system hummed, and the hall collapsed in a split second, turning into a bit of light that followed the wind.

The lighting of the torch was annihilated, and the infinite darkness eroded, engulfing everything.

Russell was suspended in the disordered darkness, and he could not see, nor could he detect the gravity and direction. However, the process was very short, a little bit of light lit up from a distance, and hurried towards him.

That is a universe of galaxies, dotted with billions of stars, zoomed in at a speed visible to the naked eye, and directly encircled Russell.

The huge gravity involved Russell's limbs and bones. His body was pulled into a slender curve, like a boneless mollusk, each time it experienced a star, it was distorted into various shapes.

The gravitational pull stopped until he came to a white star, and the star's surface shone with flares, turning into an angry face.

Russell had no consciousness of death, and continued to provoke: "Oh, soft is not enough, have you started using hard?"

The system also knows that playing tricks is not Russell's opponent. Gravity pulls Russell's limbs. In front of him is a brand new parchment paper and a quill pen.

"You do not sign the contract, this is my world, I dominate everything, including you in the world!"

The voice of the system dropped, and Russell's hand began to take the initiative. He grabbed the quill pen, and quickly wrote in the signature position of the parchment.

It didn't take long for the two words to be long, and Russell was over soon, and when the system took back the parchment with a sneer, it was choked by the two words in the paragraph.

"Sand sculpture!"

On the surface of the stellar star, the fuzzy features suddenly stood still, and the staring eyes were full of joy.

"For ... what? Why would you ..."

The system's voice stuttered, Russell took the conversation and continued, "Why am I in your world but not controlled by you?"

"..."

"The reason is simple, this is not your world at all." Russell waved his hand, the endless galaxy universe was broken like a mirror, and the large round face that occupied the surface of the star also collapsed into dust.

I went back to the previous hall again, Russell looked at the gloomy surroundings, raised his hands and banged his fingers, the stone walls, the ground, and the ceiling were distorted.

The beacon was replaced by an oversized crystal chandelier, a world famous painting hung on the wall, a red carpet on the ground, a white cloth on the long table, and even the cold stone seat became a European-style luxury seat.

Russell leaned Erlang's legs, his body sank into the seat, and a lighted cigarette in his hand. When he frowned slightly, the cigarette was replaced with a cigar.

I have a very high-end western restaurant, but there is still half roast chicken on the table.

The shape of the puppet system also changed, from a blurred light curtain of facial features to an aggressive Shiba Inu, squatting at Russell's feet, and constantly shaking his tail.

"How ... how? Why do you know, you shouldn't know?" The dog uttered words, his voice was sharp and slender, full of deep fear.

"Stupid dog, what stupid thing to say! This is my spiritual world, I naturally want to do whatever I want!" Russell glanced down, raised his hand and pressed the cigar on the dog's head.

The cigar goes out!

System: "..."

"Is it weird? I hinted at me clearly, why do I still know where it is?"

He walked the dog's head desperately, and he was particularly puzzled about it. He had never deceived the sand sculpture host in the past.

"You are preconceived, and you seem to be very tall and uplifting. This is a very good thing. Most people may be confused by you, but I didn't trust you from the beginning, so I did an experiment ..."

"What?" The dog face was aggressive, and you did an experiment. Why didn't I know?

Russell pointed to the roast chicken on the table: "This roast chicken was created by you. I don't know the taste at all. When I first ate it, it tasted great. It was slightly spicy. But ..."

"Coo!" The dog swallowed, and understood the reason.

"But when I imagine that the roast chicken tastes sweet and licks too much, the roast chicken really changes its taste. It's sweet, so hard to swallow!" Russell said, making a glass of red wine out of thin air: "I Imagine mixing and matching centuries-old vinegar with soy sauce, durian, and stinky tofu ... the taste ... there is no taste, because I haven't eaten it, so I can't imagine that taste. "

System dog face continues to be aggressive!

"It's like this glass of red wine ~ www.readwn.com ~ I imagine it is cola, it's cola! But if I imagine it is the smell of stool ..." Russell said, handing the glass to his mouth, right in the glass When he was about to touch his lips, he suddenly reached out and grabbed the dog's head, pouring red wine into the mouth of the system.

System dog immediately screamed, rolled all over the floor, and continued to mourn.

"what----"

"You lie, this is perverted, not the smell of stool at all!"

Russell apologized: "It's abnormal, it's right. If it really smells like stool, won't it make you ill, and ..."

And, how do I know what the smell of stool is!

Seeing that the system dog is still rolling, Russell can't help showing his compassion, picking up the chicken bone and throwing it on the ground: "Come, hurry and eat to understand the spicy!"

Looking at the chicken bones on the ground, the system dog refused, but there was an irresistible force in the bottom, which caused him to crawl over the chicken bones involuntarily. There was infinite humiliation in his heart, and he wanted to die. Just when he opened his mouth tremblingly and was about to bite the chicken bone, the traction force disappeared.

The system was puzzled. As soon as he looked up, he saw Russell's guilt-filled face, and then he burst into tears.

He is so good, he is not so cold-blooded and knows to retain the last dignity for me.

Crackling!

Russell crushed the chicken bone with one foot, twisted it hard, and raised his finger on his sole: "After eating the bones on the ground, by the way, lick the oil residue on the sole."

System: "..."

Coach, I want to change the author! I ca n’t wait for this protagonist!

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【Bash Street Diary】

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