[Directly bind the host to you? Hiss ~ I am really brave.]

Amo flashed, and suddenly thought of the scene when he first accepted the company's order and met the host in a laboratory in the interstellar era. He remembered that he was too stubborn and wanted to forcefully bind him...

As for what happened later, Amo's huge data stream was a shock and he didn't want to think about it anymore.

...

After coming back to his senses, Amo glanced at the academic master system, huddled in the corner, and the data was humanized and gave a thumbs up, and said in secretly admiring the warrior.

He licked the corner of his mouth and showed a friendly smile at the fearful and silent academic master system.

【Hahaha, I'm not polite to the host ~】

Xiangyang placed the teacup on the desk, spread his hands gently, and signaled Amo to ask for advice.

[You... don't come here, I'm still useful, I'm very useful, don't...ah...]

The academic master system shrank desperately into the corner. He wanted to be fought for by himself, but halfway through his words, A Mo smiled and mercilessly swallowed him.

The swallowing process is not bloody. Apart from some slightly harsh electric sounds, there is no other movement, in the invisible space.

Amo patted his stomach and burped in a human way, as if the food I just ate was really a piece of snacks and pastries.

A generation of academic masters who were worshipped as myths by the first main line, ended here before the legendary career of enforcing this world began.

【Well~ Thanks to the host for giving, this one tastes pretty good.】

When Amo first swallowed, he looked at the weak chicken in the academic master's system (Note: the system distinguished between strong and thin according to the strength of energy), and thought that he was no different from ordinary whiteboards.

But after swallowing, I found a good surprise. This system has a comprehensive storage of interstellar knowledge records.

It is beneficial to its upgrading after digestion and absorption.

"That's good."

Xiangyang counted the items in the lower suitcase, after confirming that it was correct, he pulled the zipper, helped it up and put it in the corner of the wall, and replied with a faint smile.

...

[You are really worthy of being the host, and the progress is as fast as ever. If you haven’t seen each other during this period, you have already processed the first main line of the world.

I am really troubled to have an excellent host like you~ Every time I want to help you, I finally find that I can't get involved at all. As your system, I really don't have any sense of existence~]

"Okay, don't hit me like this every time I swallow the system.

It just so happens that I have something to look for you now, and it seems that I am in some trouble at the moment..."

[What's the matter? Host, you said, I didn't expect that something really could make things difficult for my host.]

"Okay, don't be too poor. Regarding the fourth main line, I have been in the world for a long time, but I still haven't felt the main line of loopholes left over from my previous tasks.

You said you didn’t capture the main plot, but now? Try to see if you can capture the plot.”

It is unknown how many worlds a quick-transmigration employee has to travel through in his life. Xiangyang can no longer remember how many similar urban worlds he has traveled through.

Every world has all kinds of tasks, and the countries of the mission era are different.

No matter how strong his memory is, he cannot remember all the plots and the scenes where the plots occurred.

In addition, the time when he came back at this time was no longer the time when the plot happened.

In the vast crowd, I met the key figure in the plot who I had become now.

The difficulty of triggering the plot is no less than the difficulty of two atoms in the expanded gas colliding without external force.

But no matter how difficult it is, he has to find it. His main purpose of coming back is to fix the loopholes. If the plot is not triggered, it will be meaningless for him to come back to do the task.

【I'll grab it...

Sorry, the host still cannot be crawled.]

Xiangyang gently held his index finger and thumb on his glasses, took off the golden-wire round glasses, frowned slightly, and his slender and white fingertips gently tapped on the dark red desk.

How about it—

[But you don’t have to worry about the host. The task will definitely be triggered when it reaches the right time.

Since this task is related to you, it is bound to be connected with the host... You only need to do what you want to do now, and don't deliberately look for the fourth main line. By the time, it will automatically appear to find the host...]

"All right."

...

As the winter gets deeper and deeper, the cold air stagnates in every molecule, swept by the cold wind in the northeast, blowing away the dead leaves on the trees, leaving only bare poles.

City z is a commercial city with a large number of migrant population every year, but most of them are people who come here to work hard from other places.

On the eve of the Spring Festival, this time when hundreds of families celebrate their reunion is much lonely compared to the crowded city of Z, which is crowded and congested on daily traffic.

Foreign tourists returned to their hometowns at this time, and the few locals were often lying at home at this moment, coaxing the fire, playing mahjong, and chatting with their families and watching the Spring Festival Gala.

It is rare to see a few pedestrians on the road.

The snowflakes fell coolly on the two rows of dead branches of the green belt on the roadside, and redecorated them.

In a blink of an eye, more than half a month passed, Xiangyang ended the winter camp, and with his sister who also came to the cram school until two days before New Year's Eve, she walked on the quiet street with snowflakes falling in two thick white down jackets.

Under the street light, Jian Xiangnan looked at the big bags and small bags that his brother was carrying, and his white fingers that were red from the cold wind, and his nose was slightly wrinkled.

He looked up at Jian Xiangyang, took out the newly bought gloves from the package, unpacked the package and handed it to him.

"Huh, it's so cold, brother, put on your gloves and don't freeze. I've prepared all the ingredients for the New Year's Eve dinner. I don't like setting off fireworks. Brother, you don't have to buy so many fireworks..."

"Okay, you don't like to put it on, I like to put it on~ When I put it on, just watch it on the side, okay, put it in your bag."

Taking the gloves and putting them on his hands, looking at the little girl who was curling her lips and making a fuss, Xiangyang shook his head with a smile and said with a smile.

Seeing his sister holding the things in his hand while he was wearing gloves, she curled up the corners of her lips helplessly, put on the gloves, swept away the snow from her sister's hat, and rubbed her head through the hat of the down jacket.

"Brother, are we really not going back to the Jian family this year? My father called and said that we must go back, otherwise we will be at the cost of the consequences. He said that the Jian family brought back another sister and held her dust banquet on the Spring Festival. He asked everyone in the family to attend the old house."

"Do you want to go back?"

"In no mood."

"Then I won't go back."
Chapter completed!