"Which god is stronger, a grain of dust is the strongest!"

On a certain forum, a post titled "The smallest speck of dust, the king of the street for ten years" immediately attracted the attention of many people, and thus triggered a heated discussion about "a speck of dust", bringing a large wave of subscriptions and rewards. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is very exciting news, however, the owner of the event is not here, he has been reborn in the parallel space of the earth.

Looking at this familiar and unfamiliar place in front of him, Zhou Chen's eyes were full of the misty feeling that he had just woken up.

"I'm dreaming again, let's go back to sleep!" Zhou Zhouchen was in a trance, he blinked, covered the quilt and continued to sleep.

Suddenly, Zhou Yichen sat up violently, his eyes full of disbelief. He lifted his legs, his legs flexible and full of vitality, without a hint of stagnation.

"How is that possible?" Zhou Yichen exclaimed in surprise and pinched his leg hard. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it's a pain that you can't have in a dream, and this feeling is like a lifetime away.

Ten years ago, in order to save a pedestrian who was about to die in a car accident, he rushed forward without thinking. The truck driver fled in a hurry when he saw that he hit someone, and he didn't care about Zhou Yichen, who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and the pedestrian who was rescued by Zhou Yichen didn't care about Zhou Zhouchen's life or death at all, and walked away, refusing to even call an emergency number.

By the time Zhou Yichen was found by passers-by and sent to the hospital for treatment, his legs had been completely necrotic due to the lack of timely rescue, and he could only sit in a wheelchair for the rest of his life.

Because of his legs, Zhou Yichen couldn't go to school anymore and couldn't find a job. Zhou Yichen was not discouraged, he put all his mind on the Internet and became a street writer.

In the past ten years, Zhou Yichen has updated at least 10,000 words a day, never interrupted, completed 26 novels of more than 1 million words, and also pounced on 26 books, becoming a veritable god of fighting the streets.

Zhou Yichen quickly got up from the bed and walked around the room hurriedly, like a child who saw his favorite toy, and the joy of losing and recovering could not be hidden.

After a while, Zhou Yichen had had enough, and he stood calmly in front of the window, looking unfazed. After ten years of online writing experience, Zhou Yichen's mentality has long been extraordinary.

Looking at the neighbor's house that is still under construction, as well as the familiar scenery around him, the familiar house, and the familiar furnishings that only existed ten years ago, Zhou Yichen knew that he was reborn!

Joy came so suddenly!

"Hahaha, I'm reborn, I'm reborn!" Zhou Yichen laughed loudly, laughing unscrupulously, laughing with tears. He is not a saint, so how can he really have complete control over his emotions?

Suddenly, Zhou Yichen was holding his head tightly, looking very painful, and he banged his head desperately, trying to alleviate the painful feeling of thousands of needles stabbing at the same time in his brain.

"Drop, feeling the strong mood of the extremely complex host, the stimulus conditions of the writer's god writing system have been reached, and it has begun to merge!" A cold mechanical voice suddenly appeared in Zhou Chen's mind, without any emotion. Zhou Zhouchen's painful expression eased and he was stunned.

Soon, the strong feeling of pinprick came again, and Zhou Yichen hugged his head in pain again, and kept rolling around the room, trying to relieve the unbearable pain in his brain.

"Fusion is 1% complete, 2% complete...... 51%…… 99%, 100%, system integration complete! The sound of the machine once again came into Zhou Chen's mind without any waves.

Zhou Zhouchen let out a long breath of turbidity, his whole body was sweating, the big drops of sweat were still rising, the limbs were still rioting, and the painful feeling was still in his mind......

"Whew!" Zhou Chen's heart palpitated, it was finally over, and he never wanted to experience such a painful feeling again. If he had had taken one more second, he would have passed out in pain.

"Knock knock!"

There was a knock on the door of Chen's house on Monday, and outside the door, a concerned voice came.

"Xiaochen, are you alright? I just heard you screaming in pain, are you sick, or should I help you find a doctor? The voice outside the door was not without concern.

"Aunt Jiang, I'm fine, don't worry!" Zhou Zhou Chen said gratefully, his eyes were very moved.

Aunt Jiang is a neighbor of his family, and her family is not well-off, and after his adoptive parents died of a mechanical failure, they often find various excuses to care for and help him. In the last life, after his legs were paralyzed, Aunt Jiang's family took care of him in every way.

"Is it really okay? Xiaochen, you open the door and let Aunt Jiang take a look, Auntie is so relieved! Aunt Jiang said with some disbelief.

Zhou Zhou Chen smiled very bitterly, he wanted to open the door, but unfortunately, because he had just fused the system, his limbs were weak, even if he wanted to stand up, he couldn't do it!

As if sensing Zhou Chen's emotions, Zhou Zhou Chen's mind suddenly came with a cool power, surging towards his limbs.

Zhou Yichen suddenly felt that his whole body was full of strength, and he hurriedly walked out of the room, came to the hall and opened the door.

"Aunt Jiang, look, I'm not okay?" Zhou Yichen looked at Jiang Yuelan, whose temples were a little gray outside the door, with a smile, turned around, and said seriously.

"It's really fine, so Auntie is relieved. Oh, this is the noodles and meat buns that my aunt's house can't eat, for you, just saving you time to make breakfast. Auntie's family is still building a house, so let's leave first, and you can call Auntie if you have something. ”

Jiang Yuelan glanced at Zhou Yichen carefully, and seeing that Zhou Yichen was really fine, she let go of her heart, and sent the noodles and buns in her hand to Zhou Zhouchen's hands without refusal. Then, Jiang Yuelan turned around and left in a hurry.

Zhou Yichen was stunned and took the noodles and buns full of noodles and buns in Jiang Yuelan's hand, and his heart was warm.

It's so powerful, Aunt Jiang's speed is even better than the previous life, and he doesn't even have time to refuse! Don't you want to be so powerful!

Reaching out and putting the steaming buns and noodles on the table, Zhou Yichen turned around and went into the bathroom.

While washing, Zhou Yichen thought about the strange scene that happened to him.

There is no doubt that he has been unlucky for a long time has come to a shocking transfer, he has been reborn, and he has also been given a mysterious writer system.

But what's going on with this writer system? Why didn't it move after it fused with him?

Zhou Yichen was thinking about it, when suddenly, a cold mechanical voice sounded in his head again.

"Drop! The system task is generated, and within one day, the host is requested to successfully create a work and sign a contract successfully. If the mission is successful, you will receive a random mystery reward. The mission fails, and the host's legs enter a state of paralysis ahead of schedule, and it will never recover! ”

"What?" Zhou Yichen stumbled and fell heavily to the ground.