Dimension anchor activated.
The rule definer starts.
The hexagonal function planning device starts operating.
Applying for access permission, host please wait patiently.
The application is approved, the Black Domain Pass is successfully obtained, and preparations are made to cross the redundant world. The barrier breaker is about to hit the target plane. The core of the system begins to wake up. Program. Huai will be officially put into use in three units of time.
three.
The parallel illusion attached to the target plane's law center has been removed.
two.
The Valley of Farewell has fallen, and the established planner, "The Red Dress," is in place.
one.
The redundant worlds have been removed and the observation process has been officially launched.
She was originally a happy girl.
She has a mother who loves her, a serious but upright father, a naughty younger brother, and a beautiful, luxurious big house made of pure white marble.
She is a good girl who is kinder than an angel, sunny, kind, gentle, and pure. Her beauty makes even the birds by the window pity her when they see her, and even the monsters in the night stop when they hear her singing.
She was so beautiful that when the gang of villains broke into the room and drowned her in the bathtub that day, the passing God of Death couldn't bear to let such a beautiful soul disappear like smoke, so he used his own blood to replace her with a new one. Chance.
"So, what is my mission?"
It is now six-thirty in the morning, with dark clouds and heavy rain approaching. Shadows are constantly coming from the depths of the dead wilderness. Night crows are chirping in the sky. The biting cool wind is like a sharp knife. Standing in the air without shelter. When I'm on the ground, I always have the illusion of being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts.
The man turned his back to the rusty red iron gate and looked at the dark and desolate Gobi Desert ahead. After being silent for a long time, he finally sighed and asked the air.
"So, what should my name be this time?"
This was the fifth mission, and honestly, he'd had enough.
His whole life so far has been meaninglessly entangled and torn with those stupid and contrived bigots. He is tired of dealing with those who do whatever they want and have no bottom line because of someone, something, or something. He has experienced a lot dealing with madmen. As a human being, he is already very old. He is nearly a hundred years old. In the first four almost hopeless worlds, he has played clowns with different styles and shapes one after another. Really, he was really tired, very tired, and wished he could fall asleep in the next second, no longer caring about the world where the children were still crying, just sleep forever, disappearing in the corner of the clouds like fireworks. Here, no one knows or asks.
He wanted to do that, but the system said he was just a novice, too young, and too extreme.
"Please host enter the building behind and decipher the secrets hidden in the building."
"Then what?"
He continued to ask impatiently, "Who should I play? On that body? What's your name? Who should I find fault with?"
"This is the Black Domain." The voice in the void finally had a human touch, and it was the core of the system. "Unlike our place, this is a more perfect and older world that does not need our help."
"This mission is an experiment. You can use your own name, Ning Yun."
"...Tsk."
In the chaotic plane of the Valley, each mission becomes more ridiculous than the last, and the ever-stupid Son of Destiny, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. Anyway, he just needs to complete the mission, and nothing else has anything to do with him.
With this thought in mind, Ning Yun turned around and opened the big iron door with a stern look, and walked in swaggeringly.
Behind the door is an abandoned old garden. It can be seen that the previous owner took good care of them. Even though the place has become overgrown, the red flowers that accidentally survived and grew out of the gaps are still bright.
Overall, the scenery is not bad.
Ning Yun, who was in a slightly better mood, took a deep breath and planned to use a relatively peaceful attitude to complete this seemingly leisurely task, adjust his mentality, and relax.
After admiring the flowers for a long time, Ning Yun finally relieved the tension and depression caused by the previous mission. After noticing the coming rainstorm, he easily stepped onto the steps in front of him and pushed aside the pale white At the door of the bungalow, I planned to find a sofa and have a good sleep first.
Then, he looked straight into those malicious scarlet eyes. At the same time, a sharp butcher's knife suddenly came out from behind Ning Yun and disembowelled him. The severe pain reminded Ning Yun that he was above him. The moment when a mission was sent to the guillotine.
"hiss!"
"Hey, you fell asleep in class, did you get retribution?"
Hangover, late nights, splitting headaches.
I drank too much with Ji Yurou last night, so this is retribution.
But seriously, where did that guy get so much wine of unknown origin?
Moreover, if you let ordinary people drink the wine that can make you drunk, something will happen, right?
"Teacher, I apply to be punished when I go out."
The current classroom of the special class is right next to the small courtyard. Wei Wushuang hired a special construction team to build it. It is a small three-story building. The first floor is the classroom, the second floor is the canteen, and the third floor is the training room.
To be honest, although it is as crude as a bridge compared to the original building, class in this kind of classroom is much more comfortable than before.
At least a commoner like Yang Fan is quite friendly to stay here for class, especially after every theory class exam, when Wei Wushuang looks at him with eyes that look like he is looking at garbage, that subtle sense of frustration is simply... It's like returning to my hometown.
"Is he planning to go back to the house to sleep?" Yang Fan looked at Ning Yun who left without waiting for Wei Wushuang's consent, lowered his head and whispered to Ji Qingge next to him, "Speaking of which, what did he do last night? He smelled of alcohol and was still drunk. Smells like perfume."
"Hey, do you think he has gone back to his old self and gone out to do mischief like before? I heard that he was like this before, staying out day and night..."
Ji Qingge vaguely remembered that when she first started school, she had seen a young man full of righteousness. He hated the nobility and class. He had ambitions and made bold statements to overthrow the rule of the nobility.
Although that boy sometimes looks silly, he is really a good boy.
It's a pity that such a good baby was gone.
As usual, Ji Qingge ignored Yang Fan, who looked noisier than the talkative woman on the street. He tilted his head and didn't feel that he was outrageous at all. He sighed and continued to sneak out the dried meat from the hole in the table to eat.
"You are truly the worst class I have ever led."
Those who ate, those who chased stars, those who skipped classes and went home to sleep, those who thought casually, and those who were distracted, Wei Wushuang looked at the classroom below and let out a heartfelt sigh.
"There will be an exam in two days, so you can take care of yourself."
