Meng Jiucheng only felt that his mouth was dry, his eyes were rolling around, and he couldn't settle down for a while.

Could it be that the deity of this body is not dead, and the remaining consciousness is living with itself—it's really ugly. Meng Jiucheng grinned, almost disgusted by himself.

Scratching your head, rubbing your nose, twisting your eyebrows, touching your chin...... Meng Jiucheng thought for a long time before he cautiously tried to ask in his heart: May I ask who you are? Immortal? Monster? System? Ninety percent brother? Or am I mentally ill?

Neuropathy!

The voice of contempt and disdain sounded, giving Meng Jiucheng an answer, an answer that he did not approve of at all. But he breathed a sigh of relief, it's good that Lao Tzu is not mentally ill. And since we can communicate, things don't seem too bad.

Listening to the tone of this speech, it looks very bullish and hanging, and I can't tell if my future will depend on this-this-something.

Moreover, being able to distinguish the difference between mental illness and neuropathy is at least not something that ancient people could do. The ancients called it a madman or a madman.

System?! Meng Jiucheng's mood was a little settled, and he became more and more cautious to test with his consciousness.

After a pause for a long time, he seemed to be very dissatisfied with Meng Jiucheng's guess, and the voice in his head rang out: Hmph! The big fool has opened his mind.

Lie * groove! You're a big fool, your whole family is a big fool.

Meng Jiucheng's heart was on fire. Damn*egg, Lao Tzu knows the girls on the kang, and the shoes on the kang, better than the monkeys, you dare to scold me? I haven't given it yet, drag a fart, I still don't answer you!

came up with a stubborn temper, Meng Jiucheng had a gloomy face, and no longer communicated with this system that dragged with two hundred and fifty or eighty thousand. The system was silent, and it was consumed.

The person next to him didn't know why, seeing that Meng Jiucheng suddenly collapsed his face, closed his mouth and stopped talking, thinking that he had thought of some difficulties and was in a bad mood. Everyone didn't want to touch the mold, so they hurried in silence.

Fortunately, the next operation was quite smooth, and more than a dozen of Ma Si's subordinates who stayed in front of Che Yu and Hou Che Yu were wiped out, and all the money and property in the looted mansion were also collected by Meng Jiucheng.

Gathering the villagers, on the one hand, using the corpses as a deterrent, on the other hand, announcing new rules and recruiting soldiers, on the other hand, used large carts to transport the money and property back to Wulongshan Qiancun. At the end of a busy day, it wasn't until after dinner that he sat down alone in the house to rest, and Meng Jiucheng remembered the broken system that was stagnant with him.

"Damn, are you dead, broken system?"

"me, I'll live well if you die."

The reply was so timely, it was so vulgar that Meng Jiucheng was so angry that he gritted his teeth. It's a pity that I can only be angry, I can't see or touch it, and it's even more impossible to beat it.

Trying hard to suppress the anger, Meng Jiucheng coughed dryly and said, "Can you talk well?" If you want to be respected, isn't this something like this? If you don't have the ability to fart, the light will spray people, so don't bother Lao Tzu in the future. ”

"Cut, do you still have doubts about Uncle Ben's ability? Well, I'll show you a hand. What do you want in this world? ”

Although he couldn't see it, Meng Jiucheng could also imagine a little dead person with his nostrils facing the sky and dragging Cooljack to blow up the sky.

Pulling the things on the table, Meng Jiucheng patted it on it, squinted his eyes and said, "Then let's get a machine gun first!" ”

"Get out!"

Hey, what's wrong with swearing?

Meng Jiucheng blinked, guessing if the level was not enough, there were restrictions on this high-end and atmospheric thing?

"A rifle?"

"Get out!"

"Pistols are always available, right?"

"IQ, IQ, you can't understand people?" Listening to this tone, it's still in a hurry!?

Meng Jiucheng realized that he was wrong, so he didn't dare to get angry, frowned, and carefully thought about what this guy just said.

This world, this world—does it mean the world of this time?

Thinking of this, Meng Jiucheng asked tentatively: "You mean to say that what exists in the world in the current era is not in the future?" ”

"Correct." The system's voice was impatient, as if it was a very simple question that shouldn't be wrong at all.

"There's a hanging for that, huh?" Meng Jiucheng couldn't help but burst into foul language, now the Southern Song Dynasty represents the highest achievement of science and technology and culture in the world, what is nothing, and it will be - no, how can I read the important things I thought of in a fit of anger.

"Forget it, forget it." Meng Jiucheng closed his mouth in a timely manner, showing a magnanimous appearance, "Don't want the high-end atmosphere and high-grade first, you can get me down-to-earth potatoes!" ”

"Potatoes, it's potatoes, no problem." The system happily agreed, as if it would be a no-brainer.

Meng Jiucheng hurriedly took two steps back, and reminded: "One or two hundred catties is enough, don't make a room and bury me." ”

The system snorted, as if it was working hard, and Meng Jiucheng seemed to hear the painful voice of a constipation patient.

Wait, wait, Meng Jiucheng was still staring at first, and then his eyes were a little sour, and he said in his heart: Isn't this girl planting potatoes?

"Alright." The weak voice finally sounded, and the system seemed to be really working hard!

Meng Jiucheng's eyes widened, where are the potatoes, why can't he see anything? You don't have to dig in the ground with your own hoe, do you?

"Where's the potato?" Meng Jiucheng really couldn't help it, what about one or two hundred catties, so you have to pack two hemp bags, right?

"Blind, isn't it on the table." Although the system is weak, it is not polite to speak.

On the table? Meng Jiucheng approached, rubbed his eyes and searched carefully, finally, finally-

This, this* is a potato? Meng Jiucheng picked up this small thing that seemed to be a potato with two fingers, which was smaller than the glass marbles that children played with in later generations, and probably only when you looked at it with a magnifying glass could you see that there was a small potato.

"What's the matter?" Meng Jiucheng was angry at the bullfight and scolded, "Do you want to be shameless? Boasting is flying in the sky, you bastard got such a thing? Is this sure to be a potato? Is it a potato and a potato grandson, or a great-grandchild! You're the* sent by God to torture me, right? ”

"Don't be a dead face. You do the math yourself, the distance is multiplied by the weight, and it took all the energy for Lao Tzu to get this potato back. The system seemed to use dying power to ridicule each other, "Go die, I'm resting, don't bother me anymore." ”

Hey, are you still reasonable? Why don't you die?

"Bastard, you come out for me, if Lao Tzu doesn't beat you out, Lao Tzu won't be surnamed Meng ......" Meng Jiucheng sprayed wildly, but the system was silent, whether it was turned off or blocked, it is unknown.

Meng Jiucheng's voice gradually became softer, and finally sat back in the chair weakly. This bullshit system is infuriating. Announcement: This site recommends a free APP, say goodbye to all ads. Please pay attention to the WeChat public account to enter the download and installation: appxsyd (press and hold for three seconds to copy)

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