Afterwards, Fu Yue and Jun Heng disappeared in place, leaving behind a bewildered System 677.
A certain light group: [? ? ?]
No one knows what Tiandao and Fu Yue said.
System 677 only knows that after Fu Yue came back, he agreed to bind the strategy system, go to Three Thousand Worlds to complete tasks, and collect the power of faith.
Although a certain boy was so curious that he scratched his head, but because the host was a big boss and he was timid, he didn't dare to ask at all.
System 677 found that its host has been autistic since returning.
That's right, autistic.
It's like losing your soul.
A certain light group fluttered and floated in front of Fu Yue, and asked tentatively: [Master Fu Yue, if there is no problem, should we go to the mission world?]
Fu Yue seemed to come to his senses all of a sudden, then nodded in agreement.
Then, System 677 began to introduce the task consciously.
[Master Fu Yue, the first world is a novice plane, there are no mission requirements, you just need to live your life like a normal person.]
After a pause, the voice of System 677 gradually decreased: [But during the mission, you will clear all previous memories. Of course, you will retain your original character and will not be affected by the original owner's character...]
Fu Yue raised her eyebrows, and asked casually: "In the future, do you need to clear your memory for every mission?"
System 677 hastily denied: [No, no, it's only needed for the first mission.]
Fu Yue nodded without embarrassing it, "Yes."
System 677 secretly let out a sigh of relief.
It's okay, it's okay, it's afraid that the boss will turn his face if he doesn't agree with him.
[You are about to enter the first world.]
Fu Yue opened his eyes.
The cold and dark pupils were out of focus for a moment, she blinked slowly, her long eyelashes trembling slightly.
The first thing that came into view was the snow-white ceiling. She moved her fingers slightly, and the feeling of friction between her skin and the soft fabric made her realize that she was lying on the bed.
There was a strong smell of alcohol in the air, which was extremely pungent.
Fu Yue, no, it should be Jiang Ruan now, she felt a little pain in her head.
She is in a state of "who am I, where am I, and what am I doing?"
The slender white fingers pinched the center of her eyebrows, and the woman's soft red lips pursed.
... the head really hurts.
Before Jiang Ruan recovered from his headache, the sound of the doorknob turning suddenly came from outside.
Someone wants to come in
Jiang Ruan covered the quilt silently, closed her eyes, and pretended that she was a salted fish.
Headache, do not want to care about people.
The visitor's pace was unhurried, very regular, serious and earnest, as if knocking on Jiang Ruan's heart every once in a while.
He stood at the head of Jiang Ruan's bed, and the shadow of his whole body was instantly enveloped, and he felt an unspeakable sense of oppression.
Jiang Ruan continued to pretend to be asleep calmly.
Her expression was calm, and she didn't even move her eyebrows.
Unexpectedly, the man didn't wake her up, but just put something on the bedside table, and then turned around and went out.
Wait until you hear the sound of the door closing.
Jiang Ruan first opened one eye and looked around, only to find that there was no one, so he opened his eyes with confidence.
She turned her head and reached for something on the bedside table.
That is a document.
Jiang Ruan: "?"
Pull the thin white cord, undo the wrapped buttons in circles, and then take out the documents inside.
The woman pinched the snow-white paper with her slender fingers, her cold eyes lowered.
After seeing the words on the paper clearly, Jiang Ruan's eyes froze for a moment.
divorse agreement.
The signature is Gu Xichao, her nominal...
husband.