"Mission failure penalty: In the live broadcast screen, you will be forced to be photoshopped on women's clothes for 1 hour. ”

Seeing this tragic hint, Ling Mo's face finally changed!

You know, Ling Mo is the kind of super macho man with muscles all over his body! Several times stronger than ordinary adult men! His appearance is not delicate, once he is photoshopped by this damn system on women's clothes, that picture makes me feel spicy just thinking about it! Although I don't know what this system is, I guess the PS live broadcast screen is still a piece of cake, and it will be grafted seamlessly, so that all the sailors and viewers think that Ling Mo has suddenly awakened some special fetishes!

If this really happened, or in front of millions of spectators, Ling Mo felt that he could commit suicide by throwing himself into the river in the next second! The system's hand was simply too insidious, this kind of inexplicable punishment might as well be wiped out if the mission failed!

Speaking of erasure, Ling Mo suddenly remembered that when he first came to this other world, when the system issued a task, the punishment for failure would be wiped out at every turn. Later, with the gradual growth of his strength, especially after the last leap, he never heard the word 'obliteration' mentioned by the system again.

Why? Is it because he is so strong that the system can't erase him, or is he strong enough to meet the requirements of the system, so he doesn't need to erase it? Ling Mo didn't know, but at this time, he felt that it was necessary for him to negotiate with the system with righteous words.

"Hey, system, didn't you say to go to sleep? You've been resurrected in just a few days?!" Ling Mo sneered in his heart, "And what the hell is this punishment?!, can't be erased, can't teleport, and start playing this kind of trick?"

The emotionless voice of the system sounded in Ling Mo's mind:

"The main program is asleep, and the auto-answer subroutine starts. ”

"Auto-Answer Program Searching ......"

"The retrieval was successful. ”

"The host's question corresponds to the preset answer No. 10010. ”

The answer is as follows. ”

"This penalty urges the host to complete the task at the lowest cost, which is in line with the optimization judgment. ”

Ling Mo: "......"

Then he roared angrily: "The best you ****! provoke me, Lao Tzu won't do this broken live broadcast, smash your magic eye elf with one punch, and everyone will scatter!"

"Searching ......"

"The host's question corresponds to the preset answer No. 95588. ”

The answer is as follows. ”

"The defense of the Demon Eye Elf provided by this system is extremely strong, and before the host recovers the strength of the Martial Saint level, the chance of destruction is infinitely close to zero, so please consider the host's own discretion. ”

Ling Mo: "......"

After being silent for a while, Ling Mo changed his flattering tone and said to the system: "Uncle System, haven't we always been very happy to cooperate? For the sake of cooperating for so many years, don't you give me preferential treatment for this hard-working host? You must know that I have just recovered to the strength realm of a great martial artist, and I may have overturned at some point in the task!"

"Searching ......"

"The host's question corresponds to the preset answer No. 12345. ”

The answer is as follows. ”

"Considering the great decline in the host's strength, preferential treatment is given: after the mission fails, the women's clothing style is freely chosen by the host, and the optional options are sailor suits, maid suits, bikinis, campus dead reservoir water, armpit witch suits, ......etc."

Ling Mo: "......"

What kind of preferential treatment is this!!

"Okay, okay, you don't have to go on, go ahead and sleep yours. Ling Mo replied weakly, feeling this subroutine slowly disappearing, and a raging fire ignited in his eyes: No matter what, this damn broken task must be completed!

On the other hand, Joan of Arc also began to tentatively ask little Pamela some core questions: "Little Pamela, tell me, what is the 10086 experiment you did here?"

"However, the experimental data is top secret, and my father won't let me tell anyone......" Hearing this question, a look of hesitation appeared on little Pamela's face, this thing is the content that Dad explicitly ordered him to keep secret, but the person who asked this question was the Holy Maiden, who was extremely respected in the sect and the supreme in his heart, did he want to answer it?

Seeing Pamela's entanglement, Joan of Arc hurriedly said: "You don't need to tell me the specific data of the experiment, you just need to tell me what the purpose of this experiment is and what stage it has been carried out." ”

Hearing Joan of Arc say this, Pamela breathed a sigh of relief, what many people in this experimental sect know, and it is not a top secret, telling the Holy Maiden that it is not against her father's orders, right? She immediately replied: "Because the transformation technology is used on the natural type of Warcraft, it hurts the heavens and harmony, and at the same time, due to the complex body structure of the natural type Warcraft, there are too many scruples to achieve the expected results." Therefore, some of the experimentalists in the sect tend to modify necromantic creatures and fantasy creatures, and I followed my father's experimental team here to explore the feasibility of this plan. ”

"As for the effect...... Pamela showed a strange look on her face, "Since the main core of necromantic creatures and fantasy creatures is soul fire, and the phase with mycelium is not very good, the experiment is progressing very slowly, and the night before my father left, I heard someone in the laboratory shouting 'It's done! A lot of people were ecstatic, but unfortunately I didn't see how this so-called success was, and the next day the researchers, including my dad, left and haven't come back. ”

After saying these words, Pamela was a little sad, she laughed at herself, and her little face was mature that should not be due to her age: "Sometimes I wonder if the experiment has been successful, so I have lost my value, and I was abandoned here by those researchers, and I was left to fend for myself, and completely forgot about me. But when I thought that my father was so gentle and loved me so much, I felt that this situation was unlikely to happen, so I insisted on it until now. ”

Ling Mo suddenly said, "I think the possibility of them forgetting you should be very small. ”

Pamela's eyes lit up, and she jumped up happily and asked, "Big brother, really? Why do you say that?"

"From what I know about so-called researchers, these people do certain experiments, and when they achieve their intended purpose, they always expect that those experiments will bring additional value to themselves. Ling Mo explained: "They left you here, they should indeed abandon you, but they didn't forget you, they just thought about when they were free to come back, maybe your self-struggle, what other surprises can you bring them?

Ling Mo's words sounded very cold and cruel, but they were very logical thinking, especially in line with the cold way of thinking of researchers! Joan of Arc wanted to refute Ling Mo, but she didn't know how to speak, with her understanding of the group of paranoid people in her sect, Ling Mo's guess was the truth nine times out of ten!

Hearing this cruel truth, can little Pamela bear it? No, I have to think about how to comfort her, don't let her be discouraged! Joan of Arc thought so in her heart, and at the same time looked at Pamela with some worry, to her surprise, how could the other party look a little disappointed? The red light on her face almost blinded Joan of Arc's dog eyes!

Pamela was so excited and happy that she was shining all over, and she was very excited and happily asked:

"In other words, if I can do something that Daddy didn't expect, Daddy will come back to see me, isn't it?!

Hearing this unexpected answer, Joan of Arc felt inexplicably sour in her nose, tears almost rolling down her eyes, and a trace of doubt rose in her heart: Little Pamela's love is too humble, isn't it?

Little Pamela was full of energy and eagerness, but she was a little discouraged, and said, "What surprise can I give my father? I can't do anything in this room, but I lost my doll, and without it, I can't get out of this house!"

Joan of Arc wanted to communicate with Pamelado, but was stopped by Ling Mo, only to see Ling Mo say to Pamela with a pleasant face: "In that case, big brother and big sister will go to this small village to help you find the doll back, and then take you out of this house, okay?"

Pamela wanted to nod and say yes, but she still turned her head to look at Joan of Arc unconventionally, and got Ling Mo's hint, Joan of Arc naturally nodded again and again, and Pamela immediately smiled sweetly at Ling Mo: "Then trouble big brother!"

As she spoke, she rubbed it with her two little hands, and once again pulled out a strange-shaped mushroom from her hand, which was not so much a mushroom as a U-shaped magnet with a mushroom stalk! Pamela handed the small magnet to Joan of Arc and explained: "Sister Saintess, this is my invention of the 'Adsorption Mushroom', as long as my doll appears within twenty meters of the adsorption mushroom, it will be automatically sucked by the adsorption mushroom. If there is any obstacle in the middle that cannot be crossed, the magnet on the top of the mushroom's head will bend and point you in the direction of where the doll exists!"

"Is there such a handy tool? little Pamela is such a clever child!" Joan of Arc complimented, and at the same time gently stroked Pamela's hair with her hand as a reward, and Pamela seemed to be touched comfortably, smirking happily as she rubbed her head against Joan of Arc's hand.

This heartwarming picture was quickly and ruthlessly broken by Ling Mo, who grabbed Joan of Arc by the back of her neck and forcibly dragged her out of the house.

As soon as I came out of the house, I found that the battle between these lovely mutant plants and those carrion corpses in the yard had entered a white heat, and a large wave of carrion corpses rushed over, many of them had special skills, some ran fast, some jumped very high, and some did not know which villager's house stole a frying pan and buckled it on the head, and bravely moved forward against the black cauldron, allowing the 'bullets' spewed by the pea shooter to hit the pot, and it should be ringing.

With the addition of this batch of powerful carrion corpses, the plants are not so leisurely, and from time to time one or two strong carrion corpses will rush into the flora, uproot the plants in the front row, and throw them on the ground and chew them fiercely! Although these fish that slipped through the net were quickly broken into pieces by the fire of the flora, they still played a very crucial role in weakening the overall strength of the flora.

Seeing that the plant's front was in jeopardy, Joan of Arc drew out his giant sword and was about to clean up a batch of zombies outside the door, but Ling Mo directly held down the hilt of the sword, and met Joan of Arc's incomprehensible gaze, Ling Mo said lightly:

"You better don't worry about being too busy, these carrion and plants have been fighting for I don't know how many days, and they can hold on every time, but it's still such a time?

"This is just your guess, Mr. Ling. Although Joan of Arc stopped moving, she still had some questions: "What if she really can't hold it this time?"

"How could she not hold on?" Ling Mo jumped out of the group of rotting corpses with Joan of Arc, and said impatiently after landing on the ground: "Don't you see that all those mushroom plants, plus those mushroom fences that the rotting corpses don't even dare to touch, are actually part of this little girl? You trust this little girl just met too much, right? It's hard to tell the truth after she said a few words!"

"Of course I can see that," Joan of Arc replied after a pause, "but I am willing to trust Pamela, and from my first feeling alone, I think that she is not an evil creature, but worthy of my trust, as if I had great trust in you when I first saw you, Mr. Ling." ”

Ling Mo was a little stunned: "Miss Saintess, you ...... How on earth did you manage to maintain a pure heart after being killed by the people of the sect and becoming an undead creature for more than 200 years?"

Joan of Arc smiled brightly: "That's why I'm a saint." ”

His eyes hurt a little by Joan of Arc's bright smile, inexplicably, all kinds of past things came to his mind, and under the pressure of this strange resonance, Ling Mo said in a low voice:

"A child's heart is a good thing, but a person with a child's heart is easy to think of other people's lower limits, and it is easy to misjudge other people's actions, and in the end they will be seriously harmed. ”

Joan of Arc smiled again, her expression obviously didn't care about this kind of thing, but she didn't want to argue with Ling Mo, she just raised the magnet mushroom in her hand and changed the subject: "Mr. Ling, what should we do next?

"There's no rush. Ling Mo said as he walked, "Didn't Mr. Jiaoshu say that the altar in the village is quite wonderful? Let's go there and investigate it first." ”

Joan of Arc answered, followed behind Ling Mo, and before she had walked a street, the magnet mushroom in her hand reacted, the tip of the U-shaped magnet was erected high, and there was an alarm sound of 'beep beep', and then a small black shadow flew towards the magnet mushroom like a meteor, and the sound of "pia (bang)" stuck to it!

The two of them looked at each other, and it was actually a bloody ear!8)