I Wasn’t Born Lucky

Xiao Li, a collectible classmate, sat in a taxi opened by Tan Li, rushing all the way, and fortunately several times crashed into the greenery on the side of the road, and returned home dangerously.

There have been almost no taxis at the entrance of Xiao’s house, let alone the one with a serious damage to the front and a car accident at first sight-so as soon as Xiao Li returned home, the housekeeper yelled and greeted him: "Second Young Master , You... how did you come back? Why don't you ask the driver to pick it up?"

He said that he still looked into the car. Fortunately, Tan Li had returned to Xiao Li’s pocket. He didn’t see anything in the car, except that Xiao Li didn’t know where he got a taxi. I drove it back by myself and quickly said: "This is not safe, Second Young Master, how can you drive this kind of car? Look at how the front of the car is rubbed..."

"It's okay, you get rid of the car." The housekeeper was too old, and once the nagging started, Xiao Li stopped him in time to continue talking and walked straight back to the room.

He didn't notice that when he got out of the car, there was a woman wrapped in a nightgown standing behind the curtains on the balcony on the second floor of the villa, frowning at him.

How can he come back?Mr. Ye hasn't shot yet?There is no trace of fright or panic... She still wants to record his panic and shouting ghostly appearance to the master.

Xu Mei's face was full of disappointment, she took out her mobile phone and pressed her carefully maintained fingers on a phone.

On the other side, Xiao Li returned to the room. Tan Li didn't need him to speak. He already ran to the window and looked down.

The night light outside the villa is on, and the soft light illuminates the bright and dripping rose flowers. The magnificent and colorful colors are colors that are not in the copy world.

The doll was still lying on the window, and in the blink of an eye, it has been reduced to sit down on the flower and feel its beauty at close range.

Xiao Li sat on the spot and put Xiao Huang Ben in front of him casually-after he indifferently rejected Xiao Huang Ben's request, it lost the news just like Shuang Da's eggplant.Fortunately, he didn't want to communicate with the other party. The boy picked up the pen and wrote the word "Mall" on it upright and opened the mall system.

The system is also simple. All the items that can be exchanged are listed in the notebook. Just tick the items you want to buy. It can be said to be very unintelligent and impractical.

There are countless novels by Xiao Liguan, and this is the first time I have seen such a troublesome system. No matter what the system is in other people’s homes, it is a floating intelligent high-tech, and the last one will communicate or speak with the soul. Only this world of ghosts, Xiao Li can’t I don’t carry a small yellow book with me, and I have to write and communicate in a particularly troublesome way, which is not at all spiritual.

He also asked Zheng Yi once, but the answer was that other people's notebooks have no dialogue function and can only make the most basic choices.

There are not many things in the mall, Xiao Li glanced roughly, all of them were [Ghost Expelling Talisman] (one-time consumables, 200 surviving coins), [Dagui Wan] (one-time consumables, which can be used within 30 See ghosts in seconds, 100 Survival Coins), [Cursed High Heels] (get two minutes of running speed after taking it out, there is a chance of getting lost, 1000 Survival Coins), [Team Talisman] (on this talisman paper After writing the name, the next copy world must be allocated to a world, one-time consumables, 3000 Survival Coins) and so on.

There was nothing Xiao Li needed in the mall, but he glanced at his surviving coin balance, and generously exchanged the first two talisman papers, and then closed the mall.

After experiencing the copy of the orphanage, in addition to the "mall" system, the [Forum] function was also opened to increase communication among the reincarnations.

Xiao Li clicked into the forum and took a look. The first post floating in the air is a reincarnation ranking:

NO.1 Anonymous

NO.2 Wang Huai

NO.3 Kudo washing machine

NO.4 Huaian weaving

NO.5 mystery

...

[1st floor: I was fortunate to have a copy with the fifth mysterious goddess of the palace. The goddess was calm and composed throughout the reasoning clues, and the ghosts were wiped out in the middle of talking and laughing. She is indeed the goddess of the palace.

[2nd floor: I have been in a row to a self-proclaimed Kudo dishwasher. Is there any ulterior ties to the third child?

[3rd floor: Where is this ranking?Why have I never seen one?Rely on the number of copies of the world?

[4th floor: The newcomer upstairs?These are all well-known big names, and they can be ranked as those who burn high incense. They have both strength and IQ, and they are generally recognized as good.

...

Xiao Li was deeply attracted by the third-ranked man. This was the first time he saw a pseudonym other than himself—his own naming skills were already terrible, and this one was even worse than him. rotten.

In addition to the ranking posts in the forum, there are also some clues to discuss the exchange of the dungeon world, and to find the last world teammates to team up with the posts. Xiao Li glanced casually, only to feel that his eyelids fell straight down. , I turned off the small yellow book.

It was almost one o'clock in the morning, Zhou Ying ran out and has not returned. It is a ghost. Xiao Li didn't worry about it. He took a shower and went to bed.

Due to fatigue, he fell asleep quickly, but the quality of his sleep was not very good because he had a dream.

In the dream, Xiao Li was lying on the bed like this. He had a vague consciousness, but he could not move.

The young man tried to move his arm, and a crisp sound of chain tapping came from the bedside. Xiao Li looked up again and saw that a black chain was tied to his wrist, lining the white skin, which was really conspicuous.

Immediately there was a feeling of being tied up from his feet. It seemed that an invisible object grabbed his ankle and hooped him tightly on the bed, unable to move.

Xiao Li wanted to speak, but he couldn't make a sound. The tip of his tongue was numb, as if he was caught in some ominous thing.

The force from that ankle is getting stronger and stronger, as if to crush it alive-in fact, if Xiao Li could see it, he would find that a palm print had been left on the skin.

Xiao Li was in pain, but couldn't speak and struggle, so she could only bear with a slight frown.

Then the force gradually eased as if distressed, and replaced with a pair of touches, like a lick from a small animal, the palm prints also faded, and the pain gradually disappeared.

There is no one by the bed, nor any color, only endless darkness, eroding people's reason.

Xiao Li breathed a sigh of relief, his mind was not very clear, he only felt more and more sleepy, and fell into a deeper dream under that touch.

Before he lost consciousness, a voice sighed lightly, with a trembling tone of joy and contradiction: "...If this is possible, it will be fine."