314. Extra Story "The Only Possibility (Now Turning to Spoof)" 2

The next day, Xue Meng went to Director Jiang's office. After listening to the entire task, he thought about it - this time he was assigned a job similar to a pimp!

Xue Meng was very angry: "Why am I not stamping the sperm donation report, or looking for a way out for the birth of a new life? You should leave this kind of thing to Jiayuan or Lily. What are you asking me for?!"

Director Jiang took one sip of the fried bun, which was beautiful but surprisingly fast.

"I told you the third time, you are not pimping, you are shining for the genetic engineering of the Cultivation Research Group."

After eating the last bun, he slowly wiped his lips with a handkerchief, and then raised his eyes: "Listen, the changes of the demons over the past few hundred years have become more and more obvious. There will be another fierce battle. We need the most powerful resources."

"...To put it bluntly, you are the descendants who need the special beauty seat to reproduce." Xue Meng rolled his eyes.

Jiang Xi didn't care: "Yes, that's it."

"But the special beauty seat has not appeared for a long time, and the only one who has clues is a guy named Mo Ran."

"That's right."

"You need that guy to give you a baby."

"Exactly."

The disgust on Xue Meng's face is clearly visible: "But that guy is a gay."

Jiang Xi added lightly: "Pure gay."

Xue Meng gritted his teeth and said: "So you spent more than ten years developing a simulation game called Destiny Jump-"

"Jumping machine." Jiang Xi corrected expressionlessly, "And strictly speaking, it can't be called a game."

"I don't care if it's a jumping machine or a jumping machine!" Xue Meng finally couldn't help roaring, "In short, you want me to simulate fate through that machine and find an opportunity to correct a gay's sexual orientation in the burning life, Just like those character development games that can save and read files, introduce him to girls with long breasts and thighs and let them have children-"

Jiang Xi interrupted him again, and the master of the bureau stretched out his finger and shook it: "You don't need to have long chests and thighs, you only need to have a big buttocks for fertility."

"..."

Xue Meng's earth-shattering roar came from the director's office: "Isn't this the mother-in-law's job?!!!"

"Calm down. The Destiny Jump Machine just simulates various possibilities. To put it bluntly, it is a test version." Jiang Xi took a sip of tea. "The bureau will collect your test results, and finally formulate a real practical plan."

"I reject."

"Relax, young man." Director Jiang ignored his refusal, "Just treat yourself as a tester in a developmental game."

"I said I refused! Do you need to go to the otolaryngology department for a hearing test, seat?"

It is a pity that the seat is very stubborn, so Xue Meng still had to accept this task in the end. Of course, Director Jiang is not so unfriendly. He kindly arranged a game deputy for Xue Meng, which is a talking little paper dragon.

"Assistant, staff officer, guide, toy, summoned beast, dog-head military strategist." Jiang Xi held the Ru porcelain tea cup and said leisurely, "Whatever you want to call it. It is yours now, and will enter the simulation game with you, for the sake of You have a plan."

After finishing speaking, regardless of Xue Meng's clamor, he waved his hand: "Let's start, fresh graduates."

"What did you call me???"

Director Jiang didn't intend to ignore him anymore.

The director waved his hand, and the fresh graduate was forced to invite a few smiling young ladies into the operating room, put on a series of equipment, and started his mission.

After a while, Xue Meng came to the first world.

...I've never seen a teenager who doesn't let teenagers play games, and I've never seen a teenager force them to play games.

But as soon as it comes, let it go. Since Jiang Xi said that this is a task, it would be better to finish it earlier.

Xue Meng turned his head with a dark face, and found that the little paper dragon was lying on his shoulder, and the short dragon claws were holding a task guide. He looked at it and exclaimed: "Oh, oh oh oh~ oh oh oh oh~~"

"Shut up." He said in a vicious voice, "Are you a goose?"

"Of course I'm not, I'm the dragon of dumpling candles who is omniscient and omniscient!" said the little paper dragon, and slapped the dragon's tail to Xue Meng's face, "Go this way."

Xue Meng glanced at the direction it pointed. It was a dilapidated and deep small alley. There were various advertisements for psoriasis outside the alley. There were still fluids of unknown composition on the ground, such as the leaking of garbage bags and the splashing of spittoon cans. A mix of things going out.

Xue Meng lifted his feet firmly and moved in the opposite direction.

"Hey, where are you going?"

"Go for a cleaner path."

The little paper dragon was angry: "Do you think I want to choose this road?" It said and slapped the task book on the tip of Xue Meng's nose, "Look at it yourself! It is written on it, walk two steps to this alley. Hundred meters, find a noodle shop, and you can see the ink burning in elementary school!"

Xue Meng took over the task guide and glanced at it suspiciously, which was really the case.

He had to return the guide to Xiaolong with a livid face, gritted his teeth and held his breath, and strode into the darkness.

Although he felt that he was going crazy, he still followed the guide and walked out of the alley, turned left, and the road gradually became more spacious and clean.

"Yes! It's the front! That 'come to the noodle shop again'." Xiaolong danced excitedly, Xue Meng couldn't help but be glad that because of the spell, people in this virtual world could not see them, otherwise it would be very embarrassing.

They quickly found the primary school student Mo Ran among the diners. It has to be said that Mo Ran looks very recognizable. He is carrying a broken schoolbag and pulling the degummed inferior sneakers. The dark and greasy hair looks like it has not been washed for many days. , slumped in front of his eyes.

Although Xue Meng is still far away from him, it is almost certain that there is a bad smell on the ink burning, because no customers are willing to sit in the seats around him.

"A good malnourished little dirty dog." Xue Meng commented while touching his chin.

"You will be very handsome when you grow up." Xiaolong reminded him.

"Then why do we look for the ink burning who is in elementary school?" Xue Meng said, "Go directly to the handsome man after adulthood, put a Yin-Yang harmony in his mouth, and then catch a girl and throw it in the little black room. Is it?"

Xiao Zhilong glanced at him with disgust: "Brother, we belong to the Cultivation Bureau, not the Yihong Academy."

"..."

"Besides, the Cultivation Bureau ordered to ban this kind of illegal drug use. You must let Mo Ran willingly fall in love with a girl and marry her and have children. Then it must be the best to cultivate feelings from childhood."

Xiaolong said while trying to find corroborating evidence in the mission guide, and what was even worse was that he actually found it.

"Haha, I just said that I am the omnipotent Dumpling Candle Dragon! Look, there are really recommended targets here!"

"...It's really not a game cheat that Jiang Xi gave you?"

Having said that, Xue Meng still pulled the guide back with a look of disgust. He smoothed out the crumpled paper pinched by Xiaolong, and squinted Chu Chu to take a closer look under the dim streetlight.

Heck, really listed in detail about a dozen female objects that can be attacked for the current ink burning.

"Strategy object 1: Wang Xiaomi. How to make friends: Please cast a spell to make the prosperous wealth in the noodle shop burst into rabies and bite the ink burning who is eating the noodles. At this time, a Santana will pass by, and the owner will kindly send the ink burning to the hospital. The injection, Wang Xiaomi is the daughter of the car owner, she is one year younger than Mo Ran and is in the third grade of elementary school, they will meet and become childhood sweethearts in the car."

Xue Meng continued to look at the next target with a look of "this is the fuck??"

"The second target of the strategy: Li Dami. How to make friends: Please cast a spell to make Wang Cai in the noodle shop suddenly die-"

"This can't be done." Xue Meng, who had long stamped the pig farm and chicken farm, actually had some compassion for animals. His conscience made him exercise his veto power, but his curiosity still drove him to read it. "After Wang Cai died violently, , The daughter of the noodle shop owner will come out to touch the corpse and cry, her cry will attract her little friend Li Dami, and Mo Ran will meet the two little girls tonight."

"Then why can't you just attack the noodle shop owner's daughter?"

Hearing Xue Meng's self-talk, the little paper dragon flicked his face with his tail, and pointed forward with the tip of his tail. Only the daughter of the owner of the restaurant was three times as big as the ink, and the eyes narrowed into a slit. , wearing green safflower long johns, squatting at the door while picking his feet and chewing garlic.

Xue Meng: "...I understand."

If it is the daughter of the owner of the noodle restaurant, it will probably push the ink to the abyss of dead gays more thoroughly.

Okay, although the work is not pleasing, but since you have taken this job, you must do it properly. This is a good leader of the people and a good monk of the country.

So Comrade Xiao Xue kept complaining, but he still carefully looked at all the dozen or so triggerable female objects.

The person who compiled the book is estimated to be an idiot who is so idle that he wrote all the little ladies' height, weight, interests and hobbies on it, and even attached a two-inch head photo to each of them.

Xue Meng, with his straight male aesthetic, fell in love with a little girl called "Zhao Wumi".

"...Oh, the odds of winning this name are slim." Xiao Zhilong lamented.

"What do you know, she looks cute, and she must be a beauty in the future." Xue Meng is very confident in her aesthetics. "If you choose her, the ink will definitely not bend."

"That's what you said."

So one person and one dragon began to carefully operate according to the strategy tips on the mission guide.

"To trigger the "Zhao Wumi acquaintance event", you need to wait for the ink to burn and walk two streets forward, and then start to cast the rain." Xiaozhulong read, "In this way, the ink will burn with a schoolbag because there is no umbrella. Run to the nearest eaves for shelter from the rain, and at this time, he will hear the cry of a little girl from the back street—"

"Sounds like a ghost story."

"Nonsense, it's obviously a story of a hero saving beauty." Xiaozhulong snorted, "Look, the book said that Mo Ran would go over to check the situation after hearing the cry, and found that the children of Zhao Wumi were being bullied by a group of schoolgirls. The big 'bully', the ink-burning children saw the injustice and drew their swords to help, and then they got to know each other."

He did what he said, Xiaolong was electrocuted by lightning, and Xue Meng went to make sure that Zhao Wumi's child was besieged by the school hooligans. Everything went very smoothly until the most choppy looking senior girl in the "You Rong Dai·Da" girl group picked up the board. The bricks were smashed on the forehead of the ink.

The heroic teenager Mo Xiaoran threw himself on the street.

Xue Meng: "..."

Little Candle Dragon: "..."

Xue Meng: "What about the special beauty seat? Just this combat power?? Amuse me?!"

Little Candle Dragon: "Probably too young to activate..."

In the thunder and lightning, the ink burned and fell into the rain, and there was blood gushing out of the forehead. The campus female bully looked at it, oh my, my mother, I've caused a fatal accident! She hurriedly led the dog-legs to hula the birds and beasts, but the most outstanding student was Zhao Wumi. She got up from the ground tremblingly and tremblingly. When she saw the ink burning corpses in the rainstorm, she was so frightened that she was so frightened that she screamed and lost her face. The savior is gone.

The speed at which it ran was astounding. Xue Meng simply couldn't understand how the "You Rong Milk Big" girl group caught up with her, and the rabbits did not have this speed.

Xue Meng and Xiaolong squatted next to the unconscious ink burning and looked at each other.

"What shall we do now? Rescue him?"

"But we can't directly operate on people in this world..."

Xue Meng was shocked and said: "Then doesn't he want to bleed to death like this?"

"Oh, it's a game simulator anyway, and it's not a real time-travel. If you die, you will die." Xiaolong said angrily.

That's right, but Xue Meng was still very angry. He held up the guide, and his anger was highlighted on every pale cyan vein of every eyelash: "This book is a liar, right?! We all follow the book. What is written on it, how could it go wrong?"

The little dragon hesitated for a moment, but still pointed the pointed dragon's claws on a line of small words behind the cover of the guide:

The guidance provided in this book is obtained by the calculation algorithm of the fate of the big magic stick, which is unstable. If there is an accident, you are responsible for it.

Xue Meng paused for a few seconds and roared up to the sky: "Jiang Xi, I/Fuck/Your uncle!!"

Fucking Uncle Jiang Xi is an agency. Since this fate jump machine is a full simulation of reality, they also need to collect data on various emergencies.

So the top priority now is to keep the cerebellar seeds that are burning and bleeding.

Xue Meng and Xiaolong thought of a lot of ways, trying to make good-hearted people notice that in this dark corner, there is a child who needs 120 warm care.

They overturned trash cans to block pedestrians, and cast spells to let wild cats grab passers-by's pants... but all the solutions only got passers-by cursing trash cans and neurotic cats. It was late at night and people were rushing home, and no one would pay attention to this inconspicuous deserted path.

"Wanning, you wait here."

Suddenly, a mother and son came around the corner. The mother was young and beautiful, wrapped in a long camel-colored cashmere coat. The son only reached her knees, holding a white umbrella with a big cat printed on it. The rain and the night soaked his long coat. eyelash. When the wind picked up, the child seemed to be a little afraid of the cold, and shrank his delicate and fair face into the cashmere scarf, revealing only half of his face.

"Mom is going to the opposite side to deal with some work. You stand here and don't run around. I'll be right back."

The child nodded quietly and obediently, the fur hat on his head slid down diagonally, covering half of his eyes.

"Okay! It's this kid! Let the wild cat go out and grab his trouser legs!" Xiaolong said excitedly.

Xue Meng didn't have to say it a second time. This time it was smoother than before. The child quickly noticed it, and he was led by the wild cat.

When he looked down at the ink burning on the ground and called out: "...Hey, are you okay?", Xue Meng and Xiaolong (of course others couldn't see them) couldn't help The ground let out a long sigh.

"Thank goodness it was saved."

"There is true love in the world."

The two of them wiped their sweat, Xue Meng watched the little boy anxiously run across the road to find his mother, and took out the pit father's guide: "I would like to see what happened to the follow-up of the Zhao Wumi incident. kind of."

As if the guide understood what he said, he automatically flipped through several pages in his hands, and finally stopped on a certain page in the back.

The pages of paper shone with golden light, the scene around them distorted and changed, and when everything was restored, they had already arrived twenty years later.

Little Candle Dragon yelled at him, "Ow! Oo! What are you doing?"

"...I just said it casually." Xue Meng was also a little embarrassed. "I didn't expect this book to send us directly to see the results twenty years later."

Little Candle Dragon: "..."

Xue Meng was stunned: "But since this is the case, it means that the Zhao Wumi incident we just promoted has an impact on the future of ink burning, otherwise the guide will not bring us here."

Little Candle Dragon puffed out his cheeks angrily for a long time, and finally sighed: "You're right, this should be the change we made in this simulation. Let's go and see the ending."

They walked forward and found that it was the same old road 20 years ago, except that the surrounding buildings were more dilapidated, and there was no major change.

It's just that every shop along the way has a big red paint on the outside of the word "demolition", and there are no people along the way, which looks very depressed.

"It's going to be leveled here next month." Suddenly, Xue Meng heard a low and gentle male voice coming from the narrow alley on the left, with a smile, "A little reluctant."

"Me too." The other man's voice was calm, "After all, it's a place where I used to come often."

"Haha, more importantly, I met you here."

The light voice laughed: "You were covered in mud at that time, so you're embarrassed to say it."

The next voices gradually decreased, and finally the only sound that came from the dark corner of the corner was the wet and lingering sound of water when kissing, and the slightly heavy breathing of the men.

"..." Xue Meng and Xiao Zhulong stunned and looked at the two handsome, tall and handsome men hugging and kissing in the road. Even after twenty years, they could still vaguely recognize the faces of the two when they were childish.

"So..." Xiaolong trembled.

"The ink is still burning..." Xue Meng said with difficulty swallowing.

"Become a dead gay!!!" One person and one dragon said in unison, then turned their heads to look at each other, and screamed without tears.

"It's still us who made it happen!!!"

Xiao Zhulong was not reconciled and shouted: "It's mainly your fault! Who told you to cast a spell and let the little wild cat guide the way for this 'Wanning'!"

Xue Meng didn't expect it to shirk its responsibility, and immediately angered: "Blame me?! It's not the wind and rain you made, so that the eyes were smeared when the ink burned, and the head was hit by a brick!"

"Blame you! You chose the Zhao Wumi strategy line, look, what a wise choice you made!"

"Blame you! You didn't show me the small print at the end of this guide in advance. You are a selfish little broken dragon!"

"Blame you! You are blind!"

"Blame you! You are so annoying!"

"Blame you! Blame you! Blame you!"

The staff of the two time and space bureaus were arguing, and Mo Ran and Chu Wanning had come out of the dark, their fingers intertwined, recalling the 20 years they had known, and walking through this old street that was about to be demolished ...

Looking at the backs of the two of them, Xue Meng held Xiaolong's head and snarled hysterically: "It's all your fault!!!!"

But after all the noise, the mission still has to continue.

If a strategy is not successful, then think of other ways to strategy, there are so many girls in the world, there is always one who can be introduced to Mo Ran, get married and have children.

come on! How can a development game have only one ending!

With anger and ambition, the two staff members switched the route of the Destiny Jump Machine after encouraging themselves, and came to the branch point of another game.

"It's not the damn trail this time..."

After Xue Meng stood firm in this world, he looked around.

"It looks like we've been teleported to a school gym..."