Syllable!

"Qin Luo, do you still want to go to this university?"

In the office, an old professor with gray hair and thick eyes, dressed in a tunic slammed a stack of papers on the table, and said bitterly to a young man in front of him who looked like a student about eighteen or nineteen.

"Teacher Xiao, I'm ......!" The student named Qin Luo, with a slightly dark face with a cramped and uneasy, opened his mouth to defend himself, but he didn't say it after all.

"That's it! Don't talk about it! The school's notice of dealing with you has come down, see for yourself! Professor Xiao, with gray hair, pulled out a document with a red head from a row of documents standing up next to him and shoved it in front of him.

"This ......" Qin Luo picked up the red-headed document and read it back and forth a few times, a little tear flowed down his stiff face, and then he looked at the old professor with longing eyes.

"Alas! I can't help it! The old professor sighed and said, "But you have missed too many classes!" There are too many subjects that I failed to pass! Drop out of school yourself! ”

The old professor looked at the student he was proud of, and felt sorry for him in his heart.

Qin Luo took the notice of dismissal and walked towards the academy office step by step, he had long expected such a day, but he didn't expect it to be so soon.

He didn't go to a few classes in order to earn money, and he basically failed the exams, which led to this result. But he has no regrets, he has to take care of his only relative, his sister Qin Yu, for his dead parents.

The process of dropping out of school was much quicker than he had imagined, and soon he was walking out of the school where he was proud to be one of them, carrying a small bag of things.

It's a pity that he doesn't have the time and energy to feel these things, and he has to deposit the 4,000 yuan he earned from odd jobs in the bank in the afternoon and transfer it to his sister, who is in high school in his hometown, to pay for her tuition.

"Squeak!" After a screeching sound of metal grinding, he walked into the small room that he had rented for the convenience of his part-time job, so small that he could only put down a bed and a chair.

Putting down his backpack, he carefully pulled out an inconspicuous book from under the bed, and tore out a bulging envelope taped from under the small table on the other side. I put them on the bed, opened them, took out two wads of red bills, counted them carefully, and put them in the small bag I was carrying.

Walking out of the small room, he held his small bag in one hand and the bag strap hanging on his body in the other, while his eyes looked around vigilantly.

He knows that there is a dirty and messy corner at the back of every bustling city, where migrant workers from outside, idle gangsters, or young ladies who rely on their bodies to eat, and so on.

And this is also the place where the security is the worst, and every once in a while there will be rumors that so-and-so has been robbed, so he cherishes the money for his sister's schooling, and he does not allow anything to go wrong.

Walking along the small asphalt road lined with garbage, I knew that after this section, I crossed the larger, neat asphalt road at the end of the road and was a postal bank, and I could transfer the money to my sister's card.

However, at this time, a roaring motorcycle sound came from behind him, and he subconsciously stood sideways on the side of the road to dodge, but the motorcycle did not have the slightest intention of slowing down, and rushed over with a whistling sound, and before he could react, a hand stretched out on the back seat of the motorcycle and grabbed the bag strap that was boasted on his body.

Qin Luo clutched the bag strap tightly, without the slightest intention of letting go like ordinary people, but the strong inertia of the motorcycle brought him and his brain fell heavily on the concrete floor.

In an instant, he passed out, but his hand was still tightly clutching the only remaining piece of bag, and the blood soaked a piece of concrete under his head, and the red was extremely dazzling. And his life faded away with this dazzling red.

But at this moment, time and space seemed to stand still, and a small spatial vortex appeared above his head, and then a fist-sized ball of light flew out of the vortex, and the ball of light paused and slowly fell on his head.

…… Drip...... Host detection is in progress......

…… Drip...... Intelligent Life...... Eligible......

…… Soul Binding Begins......

…… Personality binding begins......

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…… Drip...... Confessing the Lord Success...

…… Drip...... Discover the law of overlimits...... Run Error ...... Repeat the run...... Run Error ...... The system is crashing......

…… Drip...... Fusion of the Law of Overlimits...... System reboot......

…… Drip...... Define the new law...... Crossing the Rules...... The crossing begins......

After a series of electronic synthesized sounds rang in his head, his body vanished in an instant as a ball of light, leaving a trail of blood that had not yet coagulated.

"Ahem! Where am I? He vaguely felt that there was a group of people around him, as if they were talking about something, but he couldn't really hear it, and asked unconsciously.

"Ahh Arlo is awake! Thank you Yu Daxia for saving the lives of the old man's children and grandchildren, the old man is kowtowing to you here! A wrinkled face and a thin old man with a thin figure with tears in his eyes was ready to bow down to a wet middle-aged man in his thirties dressed in white in front of him.

"Uncle Qin, this can't be helped! I can't help it! The middle-aged man in white hurriedly held the old man up, so that he couldn't kneel down no matter what, and hurriedly said: "You are an elder, this is a life expectancy!" ”

At this time, a seven or eight-year-old boy lying on the bed opened his eyes in a daze, saw a group of people in strange costumes around him, and said to himself: "Aren't you going to pay for your sister?" How did it end up here? ”

"That's right! Hit the money! What about my money? What about my money? Qin Luo, who crossed over to the little boy, shouted, and groped around himself like crazy, he wanted to find the money that his sister urgently needed.

"Money? What money? Arlo, what's wrong? Seeing Qin Luo's strange behavior and the words in his mouth, the old man didn't care about thanking the middle-aged man in white, and hurriedly grabbed Qin Luo's little hand.

"Motorcycle ~ robbery!" He suddenly stopped and groped, his eyes turned red instantly as he spoke, and he grabbed the collar of the old man in front of him, pushed him frantically, and said in a fierce tone: "Money!" Give me my money back! Give it back to me! ”

"Arlo, what are you doing? Let go, that's your grandpa! A middle-aged rural woman in her forties, who was standing near the head of the bed, saw his crazy appearance and hurriedly went up to pull him away, but he was already red-eyed, and he didn't let go, and even pulled tighter.

"Bang!" A white figure suddenly appeared, and his right hand gently slapped the back of his head, and he instantly passed out, but his hands still clung to the old man's clothes and did not let go.

"Yu Daxia, how is Aluo?" The old man didn't care about the clothes that were torn by Qin Luo, he stretched out his hand to hold Qin Luo, who had passed out, and asked the middle-aged man in white anxiously.

The middle-aged man in white put his hand on his wrist, and after a while continued, "He's fine!" It may have been frightened when you fell overboard! Just let him rest and rest! ”

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