Rumble!

The thunder swept through, and the crackling raindrops hit the roof of the house, connecting the gaps to form a basin of water dripping on the ground. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is a small wooden house built in a scrapyard, the owner of the house is named Qin Hao, an orphan, who begs along the street when he is a child, and is a little older, relying on picking up scraps and occasionally doing petty theft, struggling to survive.

The dilapidated scrap yard, the hut made of rough wood, a bed in the house, and a second-hand virtual helmet are Qin Hao's only belongings.

He tightened his clothes and cursed in his mouth, "Oh my God." ”

Eat the noodles in the bowl in two bites, and put them on the table, Qin Hao put one hand on the keyboard, grabbed the mouse with the other, and stared at the computer screen with both eyes.

It turns out that in addition to collecting scrap and selling it for money, he is also a professional gamer who helps others make equipment and gold coins.

What he is playing now is a game called "Psionic Continent", and I saw that his skilled operator is a thunder-based psionic master sage, and he dodges the skills of one boss after another in a coquettish manner, and all kinds of gorgeous thunder-based skills hit the boss in a storm.

3 minutes later, the boss collapsed, he picked up a piece of golden equipment that had fallen on the ground, mailed it out, and after a while, a remittance message came from his mobile phone, prompting him to receive 500 yuan.

There was no joy on his face, and he turned off the game interface numbly, and out of the corner of his eye, he inadvertently glanced at a tape-glued note above the display:

One day, I will no longer be running for a living, and one day, I will let the whole world know my name.

――――― Qin Hao

"Lao Tzu is just a fool." Qin Hao laughed at himself, suddenly raised his middle finger at the crack in the roof, and roared angrily: ", it's bigger, I'm your father." ”

Qin Hao didn't notice that the wires under his feet were soaked by the rain at some point, emitting a burst of firelight, and his eyes went black and he fell to the ground.

In the darkness, points of light the size of fireflies suddenly appeared, slowly converging into characters and arranging in Qin Hao's consciousness:

You're Dead.

Then two options appear:

A resurrection to the previous hour, you can continue the dull life.

b Travel to the world of the Psionic Continent, where there are infinite possibilities, but maybe in the next second, you will die, a real death.

What is it?

Is it for me to choose?

I choose B

[Very good, so the next question?] 】

A became the son of the most powerful man on this continent, but he did not have the slightest talent for cultivation.

b A small person who struggles at the bottom, but has the opportunity to acquire an extremely unusual talent.

Only I am always the most reliable, I choose B

[Last question, what do you think I am?] 】

aAn unstoppable fate

bDog/day of God

Is there a difference? It's not all a piece of/.

【。。 Good luck.. 】

A bolt of lightning pierced the night sky, and a sudden heavy rain covered a place called Xiaoshi Village in the north of the Psionic Continent.

A hut shuddered in the storm, and the thick wooden fence surrounding the hut creaked and swayed, as if it would fly off the ground at any moment.

Qin Xiaoguo sat on a small low stool, and at her feet was a wooden basin that could stuff her whole person, and a pile of dirty clothes surrounded her, piling up the room to the brim.

Her five fingers were soaked in the laundry tub, her little hands were red from the cold, and while she was scrubbing her clothes, she looked back at the little boy lying on the stone kang and tightly wrapped in the futon, her eyes were red.

"Brother, wake up quickly."

"Don't leave me, Xiaoguo is so scared."

She cried and scraped out the last bit of rice porridge from the stove, and carefully fed it into her brother's mouth, and there was not much food left in the house.

Although she can earn 3 yuan a day for washing clothes, this money is to save up and ask a psychic master in the city to treat her brother's illness, and it cannot be used to buy food.

She endured her malice and fed all the rice porridge into the boy's mouth, "Give it all to my brother, you must get better." ”

After feeding her brother, Qin Xiaoguo scooped out a big bowl of water from the water tank and poured it into her stomach, food is very precious, she has to leave it to her brother, she has already drunk a bowl of rice porridge today, and now it is enough to drink water to satisfy her hunger.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and her little hand shook, a little nervous to open the door.

Outside the door was a middle-aged woman, followed by a fat man, an aunt and her son.

"Mom, the other students have maidservants in the academy, and I want it too, so it's up to her." The fat boy's name is Qin Shihu, who has just awakened his spiritual energy this year and was sent to Tianfeng Academy.

"Okay, good, good son will do whatever he says." The aunt touched her son's head dotingly, looked at Qin Xiaoguo condescendingly, and said coldly: "Did you hear what my son said, you will be my son's maidservant in the future." ”

"No, I'm not going anywhere, I'm going to take care of my brother."

"Anyway, I won't live long, let's be buried early, this matter is decided." The aunt glanced into the room with a look of disgust, and pulled the fat son away.

"Woo, no, my brother won't die." She is only 8 years old this year, she has no ability to resist her aunt's oppression, she sat on the ground and cried for a while, her little face showed a hint of perseverance, she must save her brother first.

She counted the money in the purse, this money was for the Venerable Psychic, but there was no time to save any more money, her only way was to sell herself to Qinglou in exchange for money for her brother's treatment.

"Brother!"

She finally called out to her brother, braved the torrential rain, and rushed out of the yard.

The head, so painful, the eyelids, so heavy.

In the darkness, Qin Hao's consciousness shook violently, he could feel the existence of his body, but even a finger could not control it.

For a month, he had been in this state, and he could feel that there was a little girl outside who was taking care of him, the younger sister of this body, and now, this little girl seemed to be in danger.

"No, absolutely not." In his previous life, he was an orphan and had never experienced family affection, but now, during this time, he has experienced this kind of emotion in this little girl, although he is the original owner of this body, but now this body doesn't belong to him Qin Hao.

"Wake up, paralyzed, you're awake, paralyzed, thief, you're a dog/."

In the darkness, the shock of consciousness became more and more intense, and suddenly, the whole world, turned into countless fragments, shot towards him, and behind the fragments there was a vague figure, quickly walking towards him.

"Take care of my sister."

A thunderbolt streaked through the darkness.