These are sending propositions [Quick Transmigration]

When Mu Qingyan woke up from the darkness, he found himself sitting under a flower trellis. The dark green branches and leaves hung down densely like a waterfall, blocking out the bright sunlight. With the breeze blowing, the shadows on the ground floated like waves.

Mu whispered and lowered his head, and saw that he was wearing a dark blue robe with wide sleeves, and a black ribbon was loosely tied around his waist. He was holding an orange in his hand, and his nails were embedded in the peel of the fruit.

It took him half a minute to realize what state he was in now, and he opened his mouth wide in surprise.

Mu Qingyan was originally a dead person. When he was wandering around in the gray world after death, a voice came from above his head.

"Dead 72, congratulations on being summoned by the Lord God. You can choose to participate in a fast-traveling journey and go to various worlds to complete designated tasks. As a reward, after completing all tasks, you will get a chance to be reborn. May I ask whether you choose to accept it or not?" accept?"

This is the first time after his death that a voice came into his world, which made him both surprised and excited, and the meaning of these words was even more shocking. Mu Qingyan replied without thinking, " accept".

"Okay, after three seconds, the journey will officially start." The voice said.

After the countdown was over, Mu Qingyan was torn to this place by a force.

So the so-called call of the Lord God is true. He is now a time traveler. He said that he is about the same as "the agent of the Lord God who walks in various time and space and performs specific tasks", but he doesn't know what he was sent here. what task.Mu lightly thought about it, and peeled the orange.

Just when he was about to break off a piece, the orange was snatched away by someone. Before he could swear, "Who the hell stole my orange", a "ding" sounded in his mind. The movement of throwing the orange petals suddenly stopped, everything around including the air also stopped, and then a mechanical electronic sound sounded.

[Hi, dead person 72, I am the system, and now I will explain the task for you. 】

[The task you have been assigned is to go to various worlds, possess the host with the same name as you, and bring the host to a tragic end.Now is the first world, and the memory of the host will be read for you next. You will feel slight discomfort when you read it for the first time. This is a normal phenomenon, please don’t worry. 】

"What the hell? My mission is to send propositions?" If the oranges hadn't been snatched just now, Mu Qingyan would definitely be spouting orange juice right now.

[Yes, every selected dead will perform tasks of the same nature repeatedly, which is also conducive to improving proficiency and increasing work efficiency. 】

"..." What you said was so reasonable that I was speechless.

[If you have any questions, you can ask me directly. When communicating with me, time in the real world is still, please feel free. 】

Mu said softly and indifferently "Oh".

[The shorter the completion time, the higher the reward score, I hope you can complete the task as soon as possible. 】

Hearing this kind of turning a corner makes people go to death, Mu Qingyan felt that he could roll his eyes to the back of his head.

After the system disappeared, Mu Qingyan's space returned to normal. He watched the person on the opposite side continue to swallow, and bumped his head against the stone table without saying a word.

There was severe pain in the head, and the sound of dripping liquid was clearly audible, and then Mu Qingyan was pulled away from the host's body.

"How, is this fast enough? How many points can you get!" In the dark space, Mu Qingyan asked excitedly.

[Sorry, the way of direct suicide is not counted in the score, you need to integrate into the role and complete the plot. 】

"Why!" Mu Qingyan was dumbfounded.

[To use an analogy, it’s like playing a game. After you refresh from the birth point, you rush to fall to death. The only result that appears is to choose resurrection, and you will not get a tragic ending. 】

"..." means that he must follow the plot and make choices when the plot branches. If he is lucky, he will die faster if he chooses the right one. If he is unlucky, he will have to fight the plot.Will his luck drop to a negative value and let him play a perfect life?

Mu asked lightly: "Then what if I play HE?"

The system was silent for a moment.

[There are many side plots, probably not so bad luck...]

This shows that it is possible!Mu Qingyan suddenly became nervous.

[If you have any questions, please consult me, I wish you good luck. 】

The conditions for going to death are too difficult, and he already wants to die. Mu waved his hand lightly and distressedly, saying goodbye to the system that didn't know where he was, "Then the character will be resurrected."

[Reload progress. 】

[Reread the memory. 】

**

Mu Qingyan woke up from the darkness again, and found that he was still sitting under a flower stand, with the same robe, and an orange in his hand, which was snatched away as soon as it was peeled.

Memories flooded in.It is now the 39th year of Yong'an, and the name of the country is Li.This host is the son of a merchant, has a marriage contract, and the fiancée is a man.

Hey, this atmosphere is quite open. Mu Qingyan didn't study history well, so he didn't know that such a dynasty ever existed.But after thinking about it, maybe it's the world line of another space.

The person in front of him is called Shu Jian, who can be described as the host's bamboo horse, whose house is next door to the host, and the two have been friends since they were breastfeeding.

After Shujian swallowed all the oranges, he sat across from Mu Qingyan, took out a paper bag from his arms and handed it to him, and said with a smile, "It was my fault for snatching your oranges, but I have to make an apology."

The words "Daoxiang Village" were printed on the paper package. In my memory, this was a snack that the host liked to eat very much, but it was a specialty of the capital, so it was not easy to eat, and the ones brought back were often broken into powder.

Mu Qingyan took it and opened it, and his eyes lit up when he saw the wrapped snacks, "I brought it back from such a long distance, and it hasn't been crushed yet!"

"The mountain people have their own tricks." Shujian smiled triumphantly, and then changed the subject of the conversation, "Look at you, haven't you received any news from Beijing?"

"You came back too soon, and the messenger at home hasn't arrived yet." Mu Qingyan stuffed snacks into his mouth while searching for information in his memory. It was a bit difficult for a novice to go on the road, but fortunately, the person on the other side didn't notice Strange, "Tell me, what happened?"

"As for the second son of the Meng family, Meng Qu, your fiancé-in-law not only won the exam, but also received a hydrangea ball thrown by a certain daughter in the capital. The date has been chosen and we will get married on the eighth day of the next month." Uncle Jian propped his elbows On the stone table, he said gloatingly.

Mu Qingyan was taken aback for a moment, this bent one can go straight back?

Uncle Jian thought he was upset, so he started to fan the flames with a smile, "If someone has an official position, he knows how to judge the situation better than us stinky businessmen. Besides, the women in the capital are gentle and virtuous, and one family background is better than the other. You country bumpkin Comparable."

Trying to figure out the host's character, it's time to get angry at this time, so Mu Qingyan kicked his foot, but said in his mouth, "You pack up and accompany me to the capital, and we will leave tomorrow."

"I'm only coming back today, please forgive me!" Shujian expressed reluctance in every possible way, "You want to drag me to accompany you to snatch a marriage?"

"At the beginning, Meng Qu came to propose marriage three or four times, and his parents agreed because he saw his sincerity. Now that he clearly doesn't take this engagement seriously, how can I lose face? I'm going to the capital to divorce the engagement!" Mu Qingyan slapped his hands on the stone table, as if he was furious.

Since it's a proposition, and it's a matter of emotional and moral orientation such as happy marriage and another marriage, then go to the fiancé, no, make a fuss with the ex-fiancé, maybe the ex-fiancé will stab him with a knife when he becomes angry.

As for why Mu Qingyan wanted Shujian to accompany him, it was only because he couldn't find the way.

After finishing speaking, Mu Qingyan put on an expression that he didn't need to persuade me, stood up angrily, brushed off the falling branches and leaves, walked quickly to the corridor, made several detours, and disappeared.

**

It was already five days later when we arrived, and it was night at this time, lights were lit up everywhere in the capital, and the street market was as lively as daytime.

But Mu Qingyan ignored the commotion. He held a note with the address of the host's ex-fiancé, and searched for people all the way, but after a few twists and turns, he arrived in front of the Chunhui Building where Meng Qu temporarily lived.

Mu Qingyan just stepped forward to cross the threshold, but his arm was held by Shu Jian. "Let me speak lightly, you have to take it easy later, don't smash the table and vase." Shujian said.

"Master, am I such a shameless person?" Mu retorted lightly, brushing his hand away, but thinking in his heart that the behavior of smashing things is like a shrew, but don't men hate shrews? Yes, maybe it can help him speed up the completion of the task.

He couldn't help speeding up his pace, and when he asked the waiter in the shop which room Meng Qu lived in, he was already in full swing, with angry and resentful expressions on his face.

Soon he walked outside Meng Qu's room. Through the door, Mu Qingyan heard some men talking about something inside. He stopped, stepped back half a step, and kicked suddenly, ignoring the room and behind him. People walked in in astonishment.

"Qingyan? What are you doing here?" Meng Qu stood up from the stool.

Mu said softly, "Meng Qu, did you really pick up the hydrangea from another girl?"

Meng Qu replied with a trembling voice: "Yes..."

Mu Qingyan stepped forward, flipped the table in front of Meng Qu to the ground with a loud crash, and threw a vase at him.

But Meng Qu's reaction was different from what Mu Qingyan imagined. He didn't even hide, his expression was extremely complicated, it seemed to be a little painful, but also full of restraint.Mu Qingyan's heart is also extremely complicated, what kind of bullshit plot is this, what kind of trouble is this man going to do?

Mu Qingyan reached into his sleeve and took out a red card.Holding the invitation card in his fingers, he approached the candlestick step by step.In an instant, the tongue of fire entangled the Geng invitation in his hand, and he brought it to Meng Qu, "Look, I burned this Geng invitation, and I annulled this marriage. From now on, Mr. Meng, you and I will marry each other again." Nothing to do."

Then Mu Qingyan let go of his fingers, and Geng Tie, who was half swallowed by the flames, fell to the ground.

In order to find this thing, Mu Qingyan rummaged through boxes and cabinets and made himself covered in dust. As a man, he should lose face in front of his friends, so he should be angry now!

Meng Qu stared at the fire, until the Geng post was burned out, and then he said a word: "I am sorry for you, and I will come to the door to apologize some day."

Hearing this, Mu Qingyan choked a mouthful of old blood in his throat, and ran away in a panic.

He was about to die of anger!

The author has something to say: Author: Being pissed off to death is also death!

Mu Qingyan: I'm only half-dead from anger!

Xinkeng hope you like it!Well, it’s no surprise that I didn’t control the habit of making complaints in my articles

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