Quick Travel: Jing Yuan's Wanderings

Chapter 161 Variety Show Migrant Worker Father 1

After venting my anger through yelling and screaming, I still don’t feel satisfied.

Lieutenant General Jing Yuan decisively embarked on a journey of showing off.

The voice sounded excited and arrogant, and System 003 found it extremely noisy.

I wish I could turn into a physical body right away, holding a needle in one hand and thread in the other, and sew up that torn mouth in this way or that way.

"003, did you see that? No reward or punishment, and the soul data didn't drop at all!

oooo~~~

This world consciousness is so reliable, generous and powerful.

Ahahahaha, oops, what should I do? I still want to go!"

[Beep——, we’ll never meet again. Do you understand? You’re not welcome here.]

Lieutenant General Jing Yuan waved his hands and didn't care at all!

"Hey, 003, you're really spoiling the fun, aren't you?

I just said that, can't you let me be happy first?

Besides, what’s so good about the feudal society? The big interstellar world is better.

Come on, 003, and fight for the next dimension. Let's drive our interstellar spaceship and go mining in space."

[Beep——Okay, I’ll try my best.]

System 003 shook the data stream and felt that his unlucky teammates had indeed learned some experience and lessons after this incident, but unfortunately, not much.

After the small talk came to an end, each soul and each began to busy themselves with their own things.

On a whim, Lieutenant General Jing Yuan couldn't help but practice the "Basic Star Body Tempering Technique".

I haven't practiced for a long time, so I feel a little rusty.

The nine movements, from stiff to skilled, to coherent, and even to the mind moving at will, are all done in one go. Gradually, I become addicted to them and forget about time.

Absolutely telepathic!

Just as he was about to gather his energy and finish his practice, the slightly excited voice of System 003 rang in his ears.

Lieutenant General Jing Yuan's expression became serious and he immediately became cautious. He had to choose carefully this time.

May the meritorious stars bless you!

Be sure to let him choose the simplest mission world.

Reality has taught him how to be a good person, and now he is not interested in challenging difficulties at all.

Phew..., a little nervous.

Here it comes, 003 is coming with the target plane world.

Mecha, mecha, absolutely, absolutely, there must be an interstellar plane.

【Beep——, three novel derivative worlds were detected at the same time. They are:

"Reborn, the real daughter is spoiled by President Li", the heroine's adoptive father (has a wife, son and daughter).

"Love Observation Diary", the worst father-in-law of the female supporting character in the control group (his wife died early and he is a sloppy migrant worker).

"The Rebirth of the General's Daughter Who Will Not Marry", the heroine's father (one wife and three concubines, not counting the maids).

Please choose one of the worlds to send your soul.

Countdown (00:20:00). 】

Lieutenant General Jing Yuan curled his lips, unhappy.

There is no interstellar plane, so it doesn’t matter, there is not much choice!

If the heroine's adoptive father was a widower, there would be some suspense.

"Okay, 003, it's time to test our tacit understanding. You should understand my choice, right?"

[Beep——, novel derivative world, "National Variety Show: Love Observation Diary", coordinates locked successfully. 】

"Ha! Not bad, 003! You were able to guess something so difficult!"

This tone is so embarrassing.

System 003 multitasked by controlling the nearest farming robot and kicked the simulated robot away, hanging it on the peach tree!

[Beep——, the target body positioning is deviated, recalibrating, please wait. 】

[Ding——, proofreading completed, soul delivery in progress. ]

"Gah! That's too much, 003! Can't you just play for a while before delivering it? My body is still hanging on the peach tree..."

During superluminal flight, the data flow of system 003 was stretched to a thin line at its limit.

bother!

In Tongzi's opinion, the dizziness of the soul was too mild, and he even had the leisure to complain.

Fortunately, this plane was the closest, and we landed safely in more than ten minutes.

Crackling!

Hailstones as big as green beans hit the face, and instantly brought Lieutenant General Jing Yuan, who had just succeeded in possessing a soul, back to consciousness.

He staggered and just about to stand firm, someone pulled his arm and ran down the rooftop and hid in the corridor.

"Damn it! God is playing tricks on us. In the middle of summer, it's hailstorming in the middle of the night. Is this going to let us live?"

“1,2,3,4,5,6,7! Everyone is here.

That’s all for today’s evening work.

Each person is credited with half a day's work.

Those who want to go back to the dormitory can go back. Those who don’t want to go back to the dormitory or are too lazy to go back to the dormitory can just find a place and take a nap.

The weather is so hot, it’s cooler to sleep in a building with ventilation on all sides.

But be careful, if you want to poop, take the elevator and go to the toilet downstairs.

Don’t wait until the time comes for the house to be handed over and the owner comes up to take a look and says, “Damn it!” and steps in shit.

It doesn't look good on anyone's face.

Did you hear that? "

"heard it!"

"Okay, always remember that we are serious employees of Huachuang Engineering, and we must pay attention to our quality!"

"Yes!"

"Okay, let's go."

Lieutenant General Jing Yuan's mind went blank, and he didn't know what to do. Then the dark and thin man who had just pulled his arm and ran, pulled his wrist, and under the light of the flashlight on his mobile phone, went down three floors along the corridor and entered a super clean four-bedroom house.

"Damn it, it's almost one in the morning, go to bed!"

As soon as I entered the door, I saw two mats spread on the cement floor.

There is a pillow and a bed sheet on each mat.

After the man finished speaking, he lay down on a mat.

Seeing this, Lieutenant General Jing Yuan lay down on the remaining mat.

Less than a minute after the cell phone light went out, deafening snoring could be heard from next door.

Damn, the concrete floor is so hard!

I can’t sleep! I can’t sleep!

"003, where are the original owner's memories? Have they been loaded?"