But as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he immediately shouted: "Wait,, I almost forgot to ask about the exchange ratio, is there a recharge gift activity." ”

A slight flick of the roaming interface indicates that the redemption is successful.

A burst of black light flickered with gold edges, falling from the sky and slamming heavily on Yota's head.

At the same time, he knew that he had successfully exchanged 10 Cybercoins.

"The exchange mechanism is still very smart, knowing that I only need to clone a circle, he exchanged 10 cybercoins for me, then these 3 can be returned to Fangfang."

But he didn't have time to rejoice, and his body trembled in the wind like pee.

Lao Tzu's money.

Lao Tzu has accumulated millions of fortunes every second.

It's all gone.

The exchange ratio of 100,000:1 is foolish.

"I don't want cybercoins anymore, give me back the money." Yota gritted his teeth and stared at his roaming interface, his heart dripping blood.

The other one is to return to the pre-liberation period overnight, and he is back to asking for food in a second.

It's so special that it can be acted, no matter how vulgar the drama is, it won't be like this.

It's a pity that even the light from Yota's eyes can almost burn through the roaming interface.

All his belongings were still filled into the black hole of the system's recharge.

The roaming interface flips and refreshes like a book page, and finally the four big words "cloned successfully" appear.

Then his body had a splitting reaction.

A stream of data fibers was pulled out of his body and began to reassemble right next to his body, clone a round, fat twisted circle like a 3D print.

The same look, the same attire, and even the same behavior.

He turned to look at Yota, and said with a slightly stiff expression, "The cyberclone reports to the source body, please give me a name." ”

Yota couldn't wait to pinch him into money scum immediately, and then return to the furnace to recast him into money.

However, after seeing him so tricked, he could only temporarily suppress the mania in his heart.

"From now on, you are Yuanyuan No. 1, when I am not here, you are responsible for decorating the world, remember, you must be well decorated, as your own home to decorate, you know, your own home."

As he spoke, Yota glanced at Fang Fang, who was working diligently and conscientiously not far away.

Fang Fang didn't even notice that he had cloned one of himself.

Really dedicated.

"Your own home." There was a hint of confusion in the dark circles under Yuanyuan No. 1, but he quickly returned to normal, and replied mechanically: "I clone your mission record, and I promise to complete the task and decorate my home." ”

"Okay, then you can fix a flower for me first." Yota took a step back and motioned for him to start now.

"Okay."

Yuanyuan No. 1 immediately took the chisel in his left hand and the shovel in his right hand, and rolled it like a ball next to a small grass.

The chisel and shovel were alternately used, and the near-circular multicolored digital model was revealed under his modeling ability, and soon a colorful flower was cultivated, and even the green leaves that set off the flower were full of green.

This kind of green can be green people panic.

Yangtai's eyes lit up, Yuanyuan No. 1's comprehension was so strong.

"It seems that the clones that are worth a million are of good quality."

"Maybe it's worth the money."

His big dark eyes flickered, and he began to think about how to make more cybercoins.

If you can clone hundreds or thousands of circles, then building a small world is not a thing that can be solved by a single fart.

"You continue to work hard, but when you spray color for the digital model, pay attention to the color not too bright, to have a little bit of life, especially the green, the green is a little panicked, you know, the breath of life, think this is your home."

"Home!" Yuanyuan No. 1 nodded as if he didn't understand.

Strands of data rolled in his dark circles, as if he was rummaging through the sea of data deep in his consciousness for things related to 'home'.

"Home!" He repeated the word again.

Yota turned around and walked away.

He can't force a clone too much on this kind of thing, so let him understand it as he goes.

He walked straight to Fang Fang's side and coughed softly.

Fang Fang quickly stopped what he was doing and turned his head to look at him.

"What's the matter, Yuanyuan."

Yota let go of the round body that was blocking Fang Fang's vision, revealing Yuanyuan No. 1 not far behind him.

"Ah, there's another circle, how is that possible?"

Maybe Fang Fang's little brain still can't figure out what is going on for the time being.

Yota smiled: "I have something to do on weekdays, I may not be able to come here, he is my little brother, he was born to me, and he looks the same as me." ”

"You gave birth?" Fang Fang was stunned.

Yang Tai was embarrassed, and hurriedly explained: "We are born by a mother, our mouths are anxious, we said something wrong, I'm sorry." ”

"Oh." Fang Fang's brain circuit was finally pulled back by Yang Tai, and he immediately became anxious: "Yuanyuan, you want to leave here?" ”

"I'll come every day, I promise." Yota immediately raised two round little fat hands and swore an oath.

He's not a god after all, so he has to go offline and rest.

"That's... Well, you must come, Fang Fang misses you very much. Fang Fang looked at him reluctantly, Bu Ling's big blue eyes released a miserable light.

Yota's heart softened, and he immediately came to a loving hug with him.

He promised, "I will definitely come up, definitely." ”

And his body slowly faded in front of Fang Fang's eyes, and finally slowly disappeared.

Fang Fang fell silent for a moment, and his whole body was clubbed in place for a long time.

It took a long time to look up at Yuanyuan No. 1 who was working hard in the distance.

"I'm going to say hello to the round little brother."

……

After Yota quit roaming, he slowly opened his eyes.

He found that he was lying on the bed, he shook his head and looked around, but he didn't find Sister Saori.

He hurriedly got up and turned around the corners of the small room of less than 20 square meters.

Except for the unique body fragrance that belongs to Sister Saori in the room, it is difficult to find a trace.

He quickly opened the curtains, his eyes swept out of the window.

"It's dawn, and it seems that the system vulnerability in Solo Town has been fixed."

He looked out the window.

As always, the foggy weather obscured everything, and the neon tubes flashed and flashed.

In the distance, a low-rise old building that forms a visual conflict with the steel city is being built, and the architectural style is a Japanese style of water.

Nearby, a suspended highway is being repaired and spliced, presumably because of a community fire last night that destroyed the suspended road.

There is also the advertising curtain that bombards the visual and auditory senses.

Last night, the advertising slogan he modified with a rubber password has returned to normal.

People in this world seem to have no concept of 'light radiation' at all.

When Yota was looking at these, he squinted his eyes, and he was afraid of hurting his eye cells.

"Where did Sister Saori go?"