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Chapter 583 Barbie is Qing(1/2)

An hour after Bu Fan chose to be a trustee, his soul seemed to be sucked in by some powerful invisible force.

When Bu Fan came back to his senses, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment when he looked at the scene in front of him.

At this moment, the place he was in was no longer his small farmyard, but a spacious room.

The room layout is very modern.

TVs, sofas, soft beds, desks, wardrobes, computers, refrigerators, bookshelves, etc. are hung on the walls.

Bu Fan was stunned for a moment, then rushed to the window, opened the curtains, and looked outside.

All I could see outside the window was a pitch black darkness.

"I thought I was suddenly back in the modern age!"

Bu Fan pushed the window and found that even he couldn't push it open. He couldn't help but laugh and shook his head.

I think this place is where the system lets him hang up and rest.

but.

Looking at these familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar items and furniture.

Bu Fan actually missed it a bit.

Go to the bookshelf.

I glanced at the books neatly arranged on the bookshelf.

These books include fantasy, science fiction, urban, and romance.

And there are not only books on the bookshelves, but also various CDs.

Bu Fan took out a CD and took a look.

"Game CD!"

"There are also movie CDs!"

"Huh? There's also a... No, it's an emotional and ethical action movie?"

"But why is this actress not impressed? Well, if she wasn't wearing any clothes, she might still be a little impressed!!"

Bu Fan took a few more glances and then put the CD back on the bookshelf.

How could a gentleman like him look at such a thing?

If you want to watch it, you have to wait until you have time to watch it later.

"I don't know what's in the refrigerator?"

Coming to the refrigerator, Bu Fan opened it with interest.

The refrigerator is full of items, neatly arranged with various sodas, beers, and various snacks.

Bu Fan's eyes lit up.

I casually picked up a can of soda, pulled the tab open with a pop, raised my head and drank, and the familiar refreshing feeling instantly filled my throat.

"Cool!"

After drinking all the soda in one breath, Bu Fan couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

Although Zhou Mingzhu worked very hard to bring some modern items to the world of immortality, she was only a person after all and would still overlook some things.

"Huh? Can it also replenish the goods automatically?"

Suddenly, Bu Fan noticed that a can of soda appeared again where he had just taken out the soda.

"This is good, quite humane!"

Bu Fan couldn't help but nodded, holding a soda in his hand, and began to explore the room again.

“Isn’t this wardrobe filled with cut-sleeve shirts?”

When he came to the closet, Bu Fan opened it curiously and after taking a look, he couldn't help but be startled.

At this moment, there are two girls nestling in the closet.

However, Bu Fan soon discovered that these two girls were not real people, but two-dimensional girls from previous lives.

One has long blond hair, twin ponytails, green eyes, a tall and hot figure, and is wearing a JK uniform.

The other one has silver curly hair, is petite, has big eyes, and is wearing a sailor uniform. He looks very cute and innocent.

"This can't be inflatable... No, it doesn't look like it's inflatable!"

Bu Fan swallowed his throat and reached out to touch it. It was very elastic and felt good to the touch.

"This should be silicone, right?"

In fact, he wasn't sure.

After all, these two two-dimensional dolls feel almost like real people except that they have no temperature.

and.

This wardrobe doesn’t just hold two two-dimensional dolls.

There are also sets of clothing hanging.

There are maid outfits, nurse outfits, and all kinds of Lolita outfits, including sweet, cute, noble, and glamorous ones.

"What is this? Are you afraid that you will be lonely when you hang up? Are you trying to solve his problems?"

Bu Fan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he covered up the wardrobe.

"But, how about wearing these clothes for Dani?"

Bu Fan coughed lightly.

As a good man who has good things, it is normal for him to think about his wife.

I looked around the room again.

Bu Fan casually placed the soda in his hand on the table, leaned back, and with a "thump" sound from his body, he lay down on the soft bed.

“It feels like it’s nice to come here and relax for a while!”

If it had been the time when he had just traveled through time, he would really have stayed here.

After all, there are computers, games, movies, a bunch of sodas and snacks, and two, well, this is simply a paradise for otakus.

However, now he doesn't have the heart to do so.

He has family, disciples, and friends.

Staying here is just a waste of time.

"Better quit!"

Look at the properties bar.

Find hosting mode.

[Currently hosted for fifteen minutes, accumulated: 150 million experience points]

[The experience gained from hosting is related to the host]

150 million experience points in fifteen minutes.

In other words, if you hang up here for one minute, you will be rewarded with 10 million experience points.

If you hang up for one day, that's more than 10 billion experience points.

That year...

This experience value is pretty good.

You don’t have to do anything to gain experience.

However, Bu Fan didn't dare to host it for a year.

Let alone a year, he wouldn't dare to do it even for a day.

After all, who knows what the system will do with his body if he is in custody.

Soon, Bu Fan saw an exit message in the hosting mode and immediately chose to exit.

[There is one hour and forty-five minutes left before the end of custody]

Bu Fan was startled for a moment.

What's the meaning?

Bu Fan once again chose to quit.

[There is one hour and forty-four minutes left before the end of custody]

"No way? Do you have to wait until the trusteeship is completed before you can withdraw? Isn't this a scam?"

Bu Fan's expression changed.

Did he really not expect that this trusteeship could not be withdrawn?
To be continued...
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