One layer of autumn rain and one layer of cool.

It was September, and after another autumn rain, the climate was completely cold.

At night, Su Luo put on a white trench coat and walked out of the school gate against the biting cold.

In fact, Su Luo had no plans to leave school, but his roommate was unreliable, knowing that he was caught in the rain and had a fever when he came back from the interview, but none of them remembered to bring him dinner.

Therefore, when Su Luo woke up, he couldn't bear the hunger in his stomach, and he had an irrepressible urge to eat a portion of preserved egg and lean porridge.

I can only put on my clothes and come out to comfort my arrogant stomach.

However, when he was sick and dressed in a white trench coat, he trotted to the 24-hour snack bar on campus to buy a stomach-warming preserved egg and lean porridge, but was told by a notice on the door: The boss Huang He dragged his family to his sister-in-law's house for dinner.

Therefore, there was no time to think about the very in-depth question of why he went to his sister-in-law's house for the dinner, Su Luo could only scold the boss Huang He for not being human, and let him go for the twenty-four hours he said he would be open, and walked towards the snack street outside the school.

As for why he didn't just make instant noodle mats in the supermarket - well, we should know that the tongue and stomach of the sick number are tsundere, sometimes they don't want to eat anything when they are sick, and sometimes they are sick but they desperately want to eat something.

And Su Luo at this time is the latter situation.

What's more, for a typical foodie, how can he compromise in terms of eating?

kept scolding the boss Huang He who released his pigeons, and complained a few words about his unreliable roommate by the way.

Su Luo's steps were fast, and it didn't take him a few minutes to walk out of the school gate.

A breeze blew, Su Luo subconsciously tightened the white trench coat on his body, and then, he keenly caught a melancholy gaze.

"Huh?"

Subconsciously, Su Luo turned his head to look at the bus stop on the side, and immediately saw the owner of that melancholy gaze.

Woman, a woman who is intellectual, beautiful, and has melancholy in her eyes, like a lilac girl who walked out of an ink painting and walked through the rainy alleys of Jiangnan with an oil-paper umbrella.

When Su Luo looked at the woman, the woman sitting on the bench also gave him a melancholy gaze.

Subconsciously, Su Luo felt that something might happen between them.

He felt that there should be a story between them.

He guessed right!

The four eyes were relative to each other for only a moment, he already had a cold and fever, and he was blown by the cold wind, Su Luo felt dizzy in his brain for a moment, and his vision became a little blurred.

"The cold seems to have gotten a little worse."

He shook his head slightly, dispelling the dizziness in his brain, and at the same time dissipating Su Luo's unreliable whims.

Instead of thinking about how to have some stories with a woman who shouldn't belong to you, you should hurry up and buy your favorite preserved egg and lean porridge and rush back to your warm dormitory as soon as possible.

After all, such a woman is not something he can control.

Thinking regretfully, Su Luo glanced at the platform again, and habitually raised his feet and walked towards the snack street in front of him.

However, as soon as he took a step with his right foot, Su Luo put down his raised left foot with a stiff face.

Wait...... Wait a minute!

As if he had reacted to something, Su Luo, who had stopped, suddenly turned his head and looked towards the position of the platform.

No!

Nothing!

There are no women, no stories, just an empty platform standing in the cold wind after the autumn rains.

Are you too sick and hallucinating?

This thought had just risen in his mind, and Su Luo felt that the street lights around him were starting to dim, and the world around him seemed to be separated from him.

When the hustle and bustle of the food street not far away was completely cut off from his ears, Su Luo's eyes went black and he fell directly to the ground.

The already sick body was aggravated by the cold wind, and the sudden turn just now and the suspicion of hell that flashed in his heart became the last two straws that overwhelmed the camel, making Su Luo's condition worsen and he directly lost consciousness.

"Ding! If the Ten Thousand Worlds Creation System successfully selects the host, whether the host is bound or not. ”

In the confusion, Su Luo seemed to hear a faint voice, which seemed to be extremely far away, so far away that he could only hear a few indistinct words.

"What?"

Subconsciously, Su Luo's involuntary consciousness asked.

"Ding! This system is a Ten Thousand Worlds Creation System, which can provide thousands of creations for the host, and once bound, it cannot be lifted unless the host dies and the soul is scattered. ”

"After binding, the host needs to strictly follow the system instructions, complete the system task, and get a reward for success, and the loser - obliterate!"

Su Luo didn't hear a lot of words in the front, but he could hear the two words of erasure in the back clearly.

So......

"Wipe out your sister!"

Back then, he was also a popular figure on campus, the lord who was not afraid of heaven and earth, and when he heard something to be erased in a daze, Su Luo directly scolded him back with four words.

"Ding! The host needs to be respectful enough to the system, otherwise the system will punish them! ”

"Punish your brother-in-law!"

Su Luo, who has not regained consciousness, what intuitive judgment can he have? When I heard the word punishment, I naturally scolded him directly, and he never did it.

System: "......" MMP. I really want to scold the street, how did I meet such a person.

It's just that, even if it's helpless, it can't get out of the host on its own.

The only way to get out of it is to die of the host.

But how can it be so easy to want the host to die? It's just an executor, and it can wipe out the host, but that also needs to be soul-bound!

It can't do anything other than ask if it's bound before it's bound and threats and intimidation.

So......

"Ding, may I ask if the host is soul bound to the Ten Thousand Worlds Creation System, cancel the binding, and wipe it out!"

"Get out! Wipe out your grandma's legs! ”

"Ding, please consider carefully and refuse to be wiped out by the binder."

"Get out! Wipe out your seventh uncle! ”

"Ding......

Next, in Su Luo's unconscious response, such a question and answer lasted thousands, tens of thousands of times.

"Ding...... Bite...... Ding......"

When Su Luo's consciousness regained consciousness, there was a continuous 'ding' sound in his ears, just like playing with a computer, the kind of prompt sound that constantly sounded when the program crashed and stuck.

"Shit, what son of a bitch? Are you annoyed all the time? You have the ability to explode on the spot! ”

Su Luo didn't have the slightest impression of what happened when he fell into a coma, and now as soon as he woke up, he heard a constant 'ding' sound in his ears, and the 'ding' sound didn't explode, Su Luo's small universe exploded directly.

I didn't even think about it, and I just squirted it directly.

And then......

“boom！！！”

As soon as the scolding fell, in Su Luo's sea of consciousness, a violent roar sounded, and Su Luo had just regained his consciousness and fell into a coma again.