Scream—

The sharp sword tip cut through the neck and was barely stopped on the flesh and blood. As long as you move forward, the corpse will be separated.

Bright red blood marks slowly emerged, and a drop of blood would not seep.

It looks extremely dazzling on the snow-white skin.

"Is there anything else to say?" asked the sword-holder.

Mo Jiu fell to the ground, maintaining this position without moving, but just raised her head high, stretched her slender neck straight, and stared at her calmly with her eyes.

This is also the reason why Luo Xian is willing to give him a chance to speak out.

Such eyes appeared on the face of a dying person, which was indescribable.

"We..." Mo Jiu spoke, his neck slid slightly up and down, and another new blood mark was drawn, "...are you not a friend?"

Luo Xian said: "It's a friend, but you can't touch my bottom line. The biggest mistake you made is to hurt him."

So, that man is her bottom line.

And what they called love was only exchanged for swords and swords, and the "kindness" that made him say the last few words at this moment.

"Okay, I understand." Mo Jiu responded, then closed his eyes and waited for the arrival of judgment.

Luo Xian frowned. Mo Jiu's reaction was beyond her expectations. He neither paniced after his vicious behavior was exposed, nor had the idea of ​​justifying him. The most important thing was that he did not have the fear of death.

It was as if he only had one answer from her, and no matter whether the answer was what he wanted or not, he would have done everything he wanted.

Luo Xian suddenly hesitated at this moment, for no reason, but when she remembered the extremely pale face due to excessive blood loss, her inner wave was directly eliminated.

Her eyes turned cold and she rushed forward with a sword!

......

Mo Jiu suddenly woke up, and there was still a trace of lingering fear in his slightly widened eyes.

He raised his hand and touched his neck. In a blink of an eye, he saw a ray of sunlight shining in from the vermilion window, and his eyes gradually relaxed.

It's a dream.

Mo Jiu stood up on the bed with his left hand, touched his forehead with his right hand, and his hands were covered in cold sweat.

He was about to get out of bed and clean it up when a sound suddenly rang in his mind.

"Wake up? Then hurry up and perform the mission."

It is an electronic sound without any emotion.

Mo Jiu's expression did not change at all, as if he had been used to it: "Well, I will go. But I just had a nightmare. Can I rest for a while?"

His voice was nice, with a hint of gentleness in his ethereality, and a hint of hoarseness when he just woke up, which was a tone of negotiation.

"Rest? I have given you three days to rest. You should have digested the eighteen years of memory. Now let me perform the task." The system said without any doubt.

"But..." Mo Jiu frowned slightly, looked embarrassed, and looked like he wanted to speak but stopped.

The system's tone suddenly became cold: "But what?"

"No." Mo Jiu shook his head quickly, "I'll go now."

"I'll send you the task." The system was satisfied.

Who said that the system needs to assist the host in completing tasks?

As long as you make good use of the punishment mechanism, you can easily control these hosts.

It is already very skilled in this.

Mojiu is the most disobedient of all the hosts it has bound.

At the beginning of the world, I was still honest and carried out the tasks seriously.

But from the sixth world, he gradually became irregular. Although he was completing the task well, he tried to practice, stand at the peak of that world, or become friends with the main characters, escape death in his established destiny, and also wanted to unbind it.

Even in the end, he didn't even complete the mission.

How can this work?

The system smiled, and it seemed that Mojiu's painful shouts and humble begging at that time sounded again.

‘I’m sorry…I was wrong…I will never dare again…’

Look, aren’t you becoming obedient and well-behaved again now?

Mo Jiu ignored the sarcastic laughter in his mind and looked at the blue projection full of technology that appeared in front of him out of thin air.

【Viral villain playing system】

【Actor: Mo Jiu】

【Playing character: Lin Mojiu】

[Task: 1. Humiliation of Xiao Muxue in public.

2. Take the Yechi to the mountain range forbidden area.

3. Awaken the mountain-shaking beast.

......]

There are two rows of slightly dim fonts at the bottom.

【Traveling through the world (completed): 12(8)】

【Task points: 8 points.】

This system bar is very sketchy, with only a few short lines of tasks. In addition, there is no information about the character, interpersonal relationships, etc. that needs to be played.

Because all this was already in Mo Jiu's mind, when he traveled to this world three days ago, he received all the memories of the original owner, and three days were used specifically for him to digest this memory.

The system asked: "Are you clear?"

"It's clear."

"Then go quickly, what time is there?" the system urged, his tone a little dissatisfied.

It is true that Mo Jiu completed her last world beautifully, and achieved all goals in almost the shortest time, promoting the development of the plot, promoting the relationship between the male and female protagonists, and showing the appearance of a vicious cannon fodder villain to the fullest.

But such a high-quality role did not receive much reward, only a single "task point". Then the system's standards for him were improved again, and the "memory digestion period" gradually decreased from the first month to five days in the previous world, and finally three days in the world.

The system is gradually eroding Mojiu's bottom line, exploiting his bones and blood, and squeezing his soul.

And in the face of such unfair treatment...

"Okay." Mo Jiu nodded and replied softly.

Extremely obedient.

Mo Jiu got up and got out of bed, slowly walked to a mirror with a lot of jewelry inlaid on the frame. After traveling to this world, he looked at the appearance of this body for the first time.

The person in the mirror is wearing a black robe with half open collars, revealing his delicate collarbone and moon-like skin. His long red hair is scattered behind him, looking a little messy. His face is hard to describe whether it is handsome or beautiful, but a kind of magnificence that makes people feel amazing when they first see it.

Mo Jiu smiled lightly, and the corners of the boy's lips in the mirror curled up slightly, and he picked out a warm curve, red hair was like fire, and it was hard to describe.

It's a man who kills both men and women.

But here, his final fate is death.

"Look so carefully? I remember I found you in another 'Three Thousand Worlds'. You are the man there, and the man in that world is equivalent to the woman here. Women in this world will not look at the mirror like men." The system mocked, "Can you have traveled through more than a dozen worlds and been completely assimilated?"

Mo Jiu's smile was calm, lowered her head and remained silent, without saying a word.

"Okay, don't mess with me, go quickly."

Mo Jiu's body suddenly trembled slightly, and his face turned extremely pale.

"This is a warning to you for a long time. If you continue to stand here, it will not be just an electric shock of 'level one' that is as easy as it is." The system said casually, as if the electric shock was not a real person, but a piece of wood without pain.

It felt that such a small punishment should be enough to make Mo Jiu wake up and then be honest for a long time.

It did not activate a larger-level electric shock, not because it was soft-hearted to Mo Jiu, but because it caused too much damage to him, it would delay the progress of the task.

However, unexpectedly, Mo Jiu did not respond to it with fear and fear as before, and then quickly completed the task, but stood quietly in place without any movement.

"Hey? Hey!" the system shouted a few times, then sneered, "Very good, this is what you asked for!"

Bang.

The next moment, Mo Jiu's right hand hit the mirror table with force, making a trembling sound, because only in this way can he not fall to the ground.

His thumb tightly clasped the edge of the mirror table, his four slender fingers stretched straight, and his delicate finger bones seemed to burst out through the skin on the back of his hand.

The system said without emotion: "Level 2, Level 3..."

It was waiting for Mo Jiu to admit his mistake, just like the painful begging at that time.

No sound rang.

He did not admit his mistake.

The system smiled coldly: "Okay, very good."

It likes to erase the meaningless backbone of these hosts.
To be continued...