Quick-wear system: blackening boss, asking for light pet

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Quick-wear system: blackening boss, asking for light pet

After returning to the transit station, Lin Qiao's eyes were slightly absent. The system reached out its paw and poked her, but there was no response, secretly covering its mouth and laughing. [Hee Hee Hee, Host, Strongly Recommend'System Brand Love Forgetting Water 'for You] [Not 999, 998!] Make sure that you can get rid of the disease and forget the past and the troubles of the plane every minute! "System, your fox tail is showing." The system with an innocent face looked left and right. Where is the tail? There has never been a tail on this system..] The more the system speaks to the end, the lower the voice. He curled his body into a ball and shivered. [Chirping, Lord Host, please let him go ~] Lin Qiao picked up the small system that had shrunk into a ball with two fingers. Please let it go, right? Say, who kicked me into the plane last time? [Don't know!] Who is the one who makes sarcastic remarks next to me every time? [Don't know!] "Then who came up with those random tasks?" [Not this system anyway!] The system struggled for a long time, but it couldn't break free anyway. He simply stuck out his tongue and tilted his head. Play dead professionally! Lin Qiao glanced at it, combined his hands, and quickly rubbed, kneaded, and pinched it into various shapes! Finally, the system was smashed on the ground like a ball. It quickly bounced back into her hands. System, I tell you, my memory does not need any external assistance,x60 line pipe, I can handle it properly. Maybe one day. She has experienced more planes, and her emotions will change. But she will certainly try to keep this change to a minimum! After several laps in a row, the system has been dizzy. He held his head and turned around several times before he recovered. The little face was full of dissatisfaction and frustration, silently accusing Lin Qiao of his rough and violent behavior. Lin Qiao glanced at it lightly. "Why, what else do you have to say?" The system changed into a puppy leg in seconds and rushed over with a smile. [No, no, how can this system have an opinion?] [By the way, Lord Host, you have earned a lot of points in this plane, please see!] The claws of the system scratched in the void, and a large screen immediately appeared in the invisible air. Host: Lin Qiao Points account balance: 1003 points (300 plane task points + 800 reward points for doing good deeds-100 advance points + 3 remaining points) Honorary title: Little Good Man Looking at the last column of the screen, x70 line pipe ,uns c68700, Lin Qiao frowned slightly. What is the use of honorary titles? [Er.. At the moment, it doesn't work!] [Because the host donated and contributed enough in the last plane, the main God rewarded the additional products after the points] Lin Qiao recalled the million tons of food he had donated before, as well as countless hard-earned money. Even the way two planes in a row end up is to contribute themselves and protect others! Suddenly, I felt that this reward was nothing. [By the way, host, you can get a day off in the transit station, do you want to use it?] "If you don't use it, can you accumulate it?" [Yes!] "Then go to the next plane." Lin Qiao closed his eyes and covered all the attachment to the previous plane in his eyes. She's been alive as a soul for too long. There are too many memories. This paragraph about Lu Beichen. Probably just one of all her memories. When he opened his eyes again, Lin Qiao had entered the plane. The sky is full of rolling yellow sand, and the sun is hot overhead. Lin Qiao's whole body lay on the hot yellow sand, but he didn't even have the strength to stand up. Chapter 115 Live Broadcast: Less Fighting, Better Physical Strength (2) Her new body was severely dehydrated. The little beads of sweat on his forehead were soon evaporated by the heat of the desert. His lips were broken and his throat was dry. Even if you just move your tongue, it makes your throat feel like a knife! "System, you did it on purpose!" Deliberately find a dying body for her, and she will face death before she starts her mission. In the transfer station, the system has no choice but to spread out its hands. [Each plane is randomly assigned by the main God, and this system has no right to interfere!] "How long can I live like this?" [Hold still for one minute!] "***!" Lin Qiao frowned. Had it not been for the fact that her voice was so uncomfortable, she would have cursed in the street! [Calm down! Calm Host, you need to calm down, there are many netizens watching you silently! Prompted by the system, Lin Qiao struggled to remove his scattered hair and noticed that there was a selfie stick in the sand next to him. The mobile phone lens above is just facing her, and you can still see the constantly pouring out of the netizens' bullet screen. 'Damn, the chestnut is not dead. Stop the one who said he was going to burn paper. I promise I won't kill you! ' "I knew our chestnut goddess was the best and bravest!" 'If You want to kill the brother who burned the paper, take me! ' 'Whoo, chestnut goddess, you stand up quickly, just now I was so scared that I almost hit 120! ' 'What's The use of playing 120 in such a ghost place? Girls shouldn't come to such a place. What's the competition? ' 'Stop Upstairs, this is not the place for you to run wild! ' "Yes, get out of our live studio!" ………… Lin Qiao only glanced at the screen and then withdrew his eyes, raising his arm with great strength and pointing to her dry lips. This is the end of the battle that has begun on the screen. This time Lin Qiao is using the body of the original owner, surnamed Li, Zi, nicknamed Chestnut. She is 1.75 meters tall, with white skin and beautiful appearance. It's not white, rich and beautiful. But the family is also passable. Her parents divorced when she was young,321 stainless steel sheet, but her mother, Ms. Jia, never let her suffer a little. Chestnut's childhood dream is to become a singer. There is always some distance between reality and dreams. lksteelpipe.com

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