Maybe the Child of Destiny is different after all, different from the client who was covered in black fog in the previous century, this time the client was already shining with gold and white fog before he appeared.

As soon as Mo Chuchen's words fell, a white mist with golden light rose in front of his eyes.

Then an emaciated man calmly walked out of the fog.

He was wearing a school uniform, with a hint of laziness in his decadence, and his delicate face and peach blossom eyes were particularly attractive.

When Mo Chuchen looked at him, he was also looking at Mo Chuchen, looking at each other and relatively speechless.

After a few seconds of silence.

"Can you help me?"

The man's voice was a little hesitant, and his eyes were a little dim.

"Of course I can help you, but you have to tell me what you want to do?"

Mo Chuchen was a little curious, what kind of request did this person make, so many people turned away.

"Actually, I just want to read books and play games at home, and I don't want to save the world at all."

The man looked at the sky with a melancholy expression.

In his memory, although his own world was just beginning to open up, the demons and monsters ran away.

However, there are many monsters in his world, and there are many masters.

Until he died of illness, most of the world was actually singing and dancing.

It wasn't until he was forcibly pulled out by the world consciousness to find the system that he realized that the supernatural powers on those powers that were running around for world peace should have been his own, and he should have been a toiler in the script of the world consciousness.

Although the world has been repeatedly emphasizing how powerful and powerful it is.

But after experiencing a short and comfortable life and seeing through the world of demons and monsters.

The man was even less willing to be powerful, he really wanted to be a happy salted fish at home, rather than being toyed with by the consciousness of the world and those who robbed him of his original opportunity.

After learning the man's thoughts, the world consciousness was about to explode.

O son of his luck!

Completely fed by those smoky miasma-filled guys.

Therefore, the idea of world consciousness and the idea of the host are completely opposites.

If the counterattack is completed, then the original owner's wish will be disappointed (there is no way to get high points), and if the original owner's wish is completed (to get high points), then the world consciousness will definitely have to jump (there is no way to get atmospheric luck).

It's not a good task, and as long as there is no shortage of points and luck, no one will take on this hot potato.

"I don't think I have anything to regret, go back to that era again and be a hero to save the world, this is not what I want, I just want to be a salted fish, such a simple wish." The man spread his hands, very helpless.

[Ahh Why doesn't this change for the rest of your life? It would be nice if it had been changed! 】

The consciousness of the small world was also chattering in Mo Chuchen's ears, it was obvious that one wanted to be a salted fish, and the other wanted to make his son of luck a hero who saved the world.

"How to call it a rebellious period, don't mess with words if you don't know how to use words, am I called a rebellious period? That's what you call the second disease? ”

The man complained without raising his head.

[Stubborn, I'm about to die of anger, if I can't do it again, I'll find another agent]

"Alright, alright, can't you each take a step back?"

Mo Chuchen rubbed his ears, these two existences who were not in the same channel at all were able to quarrel between being salted fish and being heroes.

"Let me explain first, I don't want to fight monsters to the death!"

Seeing that the host of this system had no intention of flinching, the man immediately made a request: "I haven't died yet, but I've read the report, those who took my golden finger sometimes fight monsters and are hospitalized, and finally face many gods and Buddhas, many of them are directly turned into scum in seconds, I am not happy to do such a dangerous thing." ”

[Don't ask him to save the world, he finally took the golden finger I gave and the opportunity to arrange, it's as simple as that! ] The small world consciousness is obviously used to every rejection, and has no hope that the child of luck will save the world, but it still has a toothache in its heart when it looks at those things that others take its stuff.

Mo Chuchen exhaled and thought for a moment: "Wouldn't it be good if you guys took a step back earlier, so how many hosts can you persuade to retreat!" We'll take over the task after we have negotiated."

"Come on." The man hesitated, and the man also knew that if he insisted on his opinion, he might have to be dragged around by the world consciousness, and even so, it was better to let the system host take care of everything.

He raised his eyes and walked towards Mo Chuchen step by step, looking at the host with a faint smile anytime and anywhere, but the man couldn't raise a trace of vigilance and rejection, on the contrary, looking at him, he just felt a faint peace of mind and calm in his heart, as if the person in front of him was not a person, but a statue of a powerful existence, this wonderful induction made the man stunned for a moment, he paused, and continued to walk forward.

The two slowly approached until the figures of the two people completely overlapped .......

Mo Chuchen also fused the man's memories at the same time, this lazy son of luck is named Chu Moxiao, he has no worries about food and clothing since he was a child, his family is in a foreign country all the year round, and he spends most of his time living with his nanny.

The nanny has a daughter named Lu An, and at first Lu An was still very clingy to Chu Moxiao, but later Lu An left the Chu family with the nanny when he had a special ability.

After that, many of his classmates successively obtained abilities, and Chu Moxiao lived as an ordinary person from beginning to end.

Probably because of the thief's weak heart, many people who took his golden finger secretly took care of Chu Moxiao, until someone found out that Chu Moxiao's luck had never weakened, and Chu Moxiao was murdered.

The open and secret battles among those who robbed others of their luck were unknown to Chu Moxiao, compared to others, he lived too well and comfortably, so comfortable that he already felt that world peace had nothing to do with him.

In this way, he has been living in the lies and beauty woven by various powers, which also aggravates Chu Moxiao's lazy and greedy character.

In the nodes of the world without him, more and more powerful beings appeared, and those who carved up his golden finger knew nothing about the dangers of the future, and after the real danger appeared, they were wiped out one by one.

……。

When he opened his eyes, what greeted Mo Chuchen was a particularly childish room, with shark drawing paper hanging on the azure wallpaper, a children's tablet on the light-colored desk, and colorful number building blocks the size of a box piled up on the ground.

It's a piece of wear that you wear until childhood! Mo Chuchen twitched the corner of his eyes, it seems that the original owner's golden finger has been remembered by people since the original owner was a child, otherwise the world consciousness would not suddenly stuff him to such a young age.

Jumping up from the wool carpet, Mo Chuchen looked at a floor-to-ceiling mirror beside him, the self in the mirror was a miniature version of Chu Moxiao's appearance, a lazy and lazy child, dressed neatly, wearing a valuable brand, but I don't know why, the peach blossom eyes that originally looked quite charming on the original owner were more like lazy and lazy dead fish eyes after Mo Chuchen possessed them.