The system's flat voice is clear and concise, explaining what the host needs to pay attention to next.

Tang Mint couldn't make a sound, she held her brother's hand firmly, and her eyes began to spin.

It's just a process of closing your eyes and opening them again, and your surroundings are very different.

Loud scolding began to be heard in my ears, and the subtle pain of something being thrown on my body.

"Kill this little beggar and tell her to steal steamed buns" A middle-aged uncle rushed forward with a stick in his hand, his face fierce.

Donathal Mint ""

But the hands of this body had instinctively covered their heads and fled, obviously used to this situation.

The surrounding vendors are hateful, rotten eggs and rotten leaves, and everything is dirty to her.

The stick in the uncle's hand threatened her from time to time.

The chickens and dogs jumped in the whole market, Tang Mint covered his head and jumped up and down, trying to mobilize his internal force several times, but all of them were lost in the sea.

She had to give up the idea of resisting, glanced at the not very large bazaar, and rushed out towards the intersection with her head in her hands.

finally got rid of that group of people, and this thin body was almost out of breath.

I'm so weak, I'm hungry, I'm dizzy.

It seems to be a side effect of long-term malnutrition followed by strenuous activity.

Tang Mint was in front of a phantom, leaning against the wall and panting, and when she recovered, she looked down at the gray clothes and pants of the body she was possessing, the pants were too long, and they were still a little dragging after rolling several rolls.

The jacket is too short, and in the late autumn weather, the sleeves can't cover the wrists, and they can only reach the elbows.

There are all kinds of patches on the clothes that are so dirty that you can't see the color, patchwork together, flowers and greens, and what's even worse is that they are all made up like this, and there are still loopholes.

This is definitely the worst mess she's ever had since she'd bonded the system.

He can't be a beggar

As soon as this thought arose, the system that was still waiting to explain his identity in the sea spoke out, "Yes, the identity of the host possessed this time is a beggar, not even a name, fourteen years old, no father and mother, no concern, usually shelter in the abandoned City God Temple in the south of the city, and when the worst time was to grab food with the dog, but he was bitten when he couldn't rob it." ”

Donathal Mint ""

She took a deep breath, not bothering about it, and asked, "What about my brother?"

"It's up to the host to find it themselves." The system said, "But don't worry, the Authority is still very humane, basically every time in the small world, the distance between you and your brother's identity will not be too big or too far." ”

"Then what you just mentioned, this small world wants to find my brother's joy, but the soul is formless, how can I find it?"

"Don't worry, host, you have the golden finger of soul fragments, and when you encounter a target, you will be sensitive."

The system is somewhat vague in its speech, probably because the Authority's rules don't allow it to reveal much.

It quickly ended the topic "Host, the identity plot is for you, I'm leaving, when you find Xiluo, I'll appear, host come on"