"Gollum!"

Qin Ming drank all the glass of water in one go, he was using the tea to forcibly calm himself down, trying to calm himself down.

This is the first lottery after activating the lottery system, and it is impossible not to be excited, and the little heart is pounding.

I didn't even win a consolation prize in my previous life, who knows if my luck in this life is still as bad as ever.

"The ugly daughter-in-law always wants to see her in-laws, whether the mule is pulled out and slipped, whether she is dead or alive, it's just this lump!"

Qin Ming himself didn't know what he was talking about, and finally took a few deep breaths before opening the white panel.

"Do you want to draw a lottery right away?"

The sweet voice of the little sister next door finally relieved Qin Ming's tense body and mind.

"Draw now!"

Qin Ming followed the instructions of the little sister next door, he just had a flash of thought, and the 100 life points on the white panel disappeared, and he waited and waited with anxiety, in fact, he waited for no more than ten breaths.

"Congratulations, I won a plastic tendon scripture!"

The voice of the little sister next door sounded sweetly in Qin Ming's ears again, making him feel very comfortable like a spring breeze.

At the same time, a scroll of scriptures appeared in his mind in the form of information symbols, not only words but also graphic annotations.

Qin Ming, who had never had a bit of a foundation in martial arts, could even see it clearly as if he were reading Xiaobaiwen.

"Do I need to practice on my own?"

Seeing the back, Qin Ming was a little puzzled, or a little disappointed.

In his previous life, he used to be an otaku.,I've read a lot of online novels.,It seems that the gold fingers in it are directly endowed with their protagonists.,Like some can directly improve people's physique.,Some can be upgraded directly.,Why do you need to practice by yourself here.,The gold finger just gave him some book symbols.,It's a bit unsatisfactory, right?

If you have the Plastic Muscle Sutra and have to practice it yourself, is this still a golden finger?

"We only provide book symbols, and it is you who really practice and understand!" The little girl next door seemed to understand what Qin Ming meant, "Our lottery system is a platform to provide you with services, but this service needs to be practiced by yourself!" ”

"Then what if I can't practice?" Qin Ming asked.

"No, according to our information symbols, even a piece of wood can be practiced, it's just a matter of time!"

Qin Ming's head just hurts, and the way this little girl next door speaks is too disrespectful.

Her perfect image collapsed in an instant, and her original excitement was made depressed and smoky by her words.

"Is there anything else that needs to be served?"

The sweet voice of the little girl next door was no longer sweet in Qin Ming's ears.

"No, you don't!"

Qin Ming regretted it again after saying this, and he still had a lot of questions.

But the light on the white panel dissipated in a flash, and the voice of the little girl next door was gone.

It's still like that, no matter how he shouts, the little girl next door just doesn't react at all, as if she is talking to a wall.

It took about half an hour for Qin Ming to wake up from his depression.

He is more serious than a system sound, all he needs is the services provided by the system sound.

As soon as he thought of this, Qin Ming's heart suddenly became much clearer, and he quickly opened the runes of the Shaping Muscle Sutra in his mind.

It's really simple, and the bit of true qi in his manipulator's dantian starts to run.

As he was running, he heard a crackling sound.

Although it was only the movement of the tendons, he heard it really, the tendons that he didn't have appeared, the tendons and veins that he originally had, some of them became thicker, some of them became thinner, some of them were longer, some of them became shorter, the tendons and veins that were originally not smooth were unblocked again, and the feeling of a stream being dredged was very real, and the most obvious feeling was that he was getting more and more energetic, and there was a shiny glow on his dull skin.

In about a quarter of an hour, the plastic tendon sutra was completed from beginning to end, and the tendons and veins on the body were reshaped.

"Inward?"

Qin Ming only realized at this time that the changes he had just seen in his body should belong to the legendary inner vision.

But he is obviously in this world of martial arts, how can there be an introverted existence?

After thinking about it, I was relieved.

He, a young man with no three in the 21st century, can be reborn, what else can't happen, look inward, look inward.

"It doesn't matter if he's a fairy or a martial artist, as long as it's useful to me!"

Qin Ming comforted himself and practiced the Plastic Tendon Sutra again.

This time it was much more handy, the pain just now was basically gone, and this time he specifically checked the position of his two temples, and even the whole brain he observed one side, and he didn't find any difference, no bit of abnormality.

"But why do I always have headaches?"

The third time he looked at the nerves of his entire brain, including the small slits and small organs and small cells that were not visible to the naked eye.

He really found that in a corner of the Baihui Cave, he found a cloud of black gas, which didn't look like it was his at all.

There was even an instinctive feeling that the black gas was hostile to him.

Especially when his consciousness was closer, he suddenly heard a roar of rage, with a deep resentment.

"It's better to eliminate the body!"

On the side of the couch, how can you allow others to snore?

Qin Ming looked inward and saw that the closer his consciousness got to him, the clearer he could see, and he didn't know whether it was true or false in a daze, he actually saw a person who looked exactly like him in the black gas, but the eyes that looked at him were too vicious and hateful.

"Are you the resentment of that unlucky guy Qin Ming?"

Seeing this person who was similar to his twin brother, Qin Ming thought a lot.

During this time, he had read a lot of absurd and strange books, and he wanted to understand who he really was and how he came to this world. It sounded so absurd, but it was really the truest thought in his heart.

One of the ancient books mentioned that in the case of an unnatural death, the resentment of the deceased may be left in the body. This resentment even has its own consciousness, and in order to keep its soul immortal, it chooses to devour the souls passing by.

"It seems that it wasn't you who devoured me, but I devoured you!" Qin Ming said with a slight smile.

Maybe the black resentment really has its own consciousness, and the image of the unlucky Qin Ming has become hideous and terrifying.

"Anyway, I always have to thank you!"

Qin Ming said to himself, he was not polite, a powerful gas condensed, and the black gas was wrapped in life.

In the process, he even felt that the unlucky Qin Ming's roar became even more fanatical.

But helplessly, Qin Ming couldn't let other people's resentment exist in his body, so he still drove him between his fingers.

"You go in peace, I'll take care of our bodies!"

With the mentality of preferring to kill mistakes rather than let go, Qin Ming chose the destruction of humanitarianism.

10 pulling forces appeared at the same time, the grid flashed and absorbed the black gas, and the white smoke floated out and the black gas disappeared.

"Cast a good family in the next life!"

Qin Ming's sadness for a while, as if he had shed a tear in his previous life, also cut off the last trace of contact with the unlucky Qin Ming.