little rebirth

Fu Zimo smiled, resting his chin and looking at the robot in front of him.

The moment he lost consciousness, he heard a mechanical sound without emotion: "The host's conditions are met, and the system starts automatically." Then, he was brought into this space of consciousness.

Rosius is a clone of the intelligence of this system. After scanning Fu Zimo briefly, he asked, "Would you like to bind the scum cultivation system?"

Fu Zimo froze for a moment, hooked the corner of his mouth, and asked, "What is this system used for?"

Rosius remained expressionless: "Cultivate scumbag villains. People who meet the following conditions will be selected by the system: one is scum, two is rich, three is beautiful, and four is a loyal dog."

"What if I don't bind?" Fu Zimo asked with a smile.

"Zi la..." The sound of electric current sounded, and Fu Zimo's body trembled as if he had been shocked by an electric shock.

Rosius was expressionless: "There is only one option for this question."

Fu Zimo stared at him for a while, then nodded, "Then bind."

[The system is successfully bound, and the ability will be rewarded immediately, bibibi-get a special ability. 】

Fu Zimo's mood improved a little bit, and he was quite curious about the gold finger rewarded by the system, and asked, "Break the mouth straight? What kind of ability is this?"

[What the host predicts through language will have a certain probability of happening in reality. 】

"Oh?" Fu Zimo raised his eyebrows, "What is the probability?"

Rosius answered him dutifully: [When the host level is 5, there is a 20.00% probability for things with a difficulty of [-] stars and above, and a probability of [-]% for things with a difficulty of less than [-] stars.After each level up, the probability increases by [-]%. 】

Fu Zimo raised his eyebrows, "For example, kill someone?"

Rosius said: 【The host please do it yourself and have enough food and clothing. 】

Fu Zimo smiled inexplicably.

Suddenly he remembered something, pointing to the light screen in mid-air, to be precise, pointing to the various exercises, wealth, and technology in the light screen and said: "Those, mine?"

Rosius said: "Everything in the space belongs to the host, but at the same time the host must complete the corresponding tasks and earn corresponding points."

Fu Zimo took another look at those strange and seemingly powerful things, and some people's faces flashed in his heart quickly, a cruel light flashed in his eyes, and asked with a smile: "What are points?"

"The host can get certain points after completing the task, and the points are used to maintain the life of the host and improve the quality."

"What is my mission?" Fu Zimo knew that everything has a price.

"Tasks need to be triggered by conditions. In short, all the tasks produced by the system are related to the cultivation of scum." Rosius's face finally collapsed, and he said impatiently: "Are you going to be born again or not?"

Before Fu Zimo could speak, he saw Rosius wave his hand and push him out of the space, "Go!"

What kind of intelligence is this?What about professional ethics?Despite his psychological preparation, Fu Zimo was still "scared".

……

Fu Zimo woke up with waves of headaches, opened his eyes and took a look at this somewhat familiar and unfamiliar room, with simple furnishings, and the only decoration on the cabinet was a photo of Fu Zimo and his late mother. Fu Zimo is only two or three years old, with a round face, which looks pleasing to the eye.

No one could connect Fu Zimo, who became manic and vicious later, with the lovable child at the beginning, except Lin Wenyuan.

At this time, Lin Wenyuan was sleeping on his bed, holding him tight with both arms, Fu Zimo's face turned dark at that time, he was stupid before, thinking it was brotherly love.

Bah, it's really sweet.Fu Zimo spurned himself in his heart.He suddenly smiled strangely, and touched Lin Wenyuan's chest with one hand.

The cold touch on his chest made Lin Wenyuan wake up instantly. Looking at Fu Zimo who was obviously different from usual, his heart felt a little hairy, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "Zimo?"

Fu Zimo's eyes were bent, "Lin Wenyuan, you are in good shape."

Lin Wenyuan's drowsiness disappeared in an instant. Looking at the way the little lunatic looked at him, he subconsciously felt something was wrong, touched his nose and asked guiltily, "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" Fu Zimo raised his voice an octave, and said with a sweet smile, "No, it was just a dream."

"Dream? Nightmare?" Lin Wenyuan asked.

Fu Zimo narrowed his eyes, "No, a slightly disgusting dream."

From childhood to adulthood, no one knew Fu Zimo better than Lin Wenyuan. He immediately noticed that Fu Zimo's mood was not right. He didn't ask any more questions, leaned over and hugged Fu Zimo's shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "I'm here."

With me here, you don't have to be afraid.

The person in front of Fu Zimo overlapped with him ten years later, and his temples swelled and ached from the lag of time and space. Lin Wenyuan still looked at him seriously.

This kid's voice is actually very sexy?Fu Zimo leaned forward and pressed Lin Wenyuan's lips together.

Lin Wenyuan's eyes widened.

This kiss was very aggressive. It was the first time in Fu Zimo's life that he kissed someone so hard. When Lin Wenyuan reacted and wanted to fight back, Fu Zimo blinked and bit his lip hard, with a The bloody taste of the mouth separated him.

Lips stained red by blood were bright in color, and under the warm and ambiguous light, Fu Zimo who stood up looked alluring like a goblin.

Lin Wenyuan was stunned for a moment, he couldn't care less about the pain, his heart was about to be seduced, Fu Zimo was good-looking since he was a child, but he didn't expect that when he grew up, he would smile more like a monster.

The Adam's apple rolled up and down, Lin Wenyuan leaned over, "Zimo..."

Fu Zimo smiled, then knocked his forehead, and then Lin Wenyuan fell down touching his chin.

Fu Zimo stood up and looked down at Lin Wenyuan like a queen, "Lin Wenyuan, how do I smell?"

Lin Wenyuan's eyes were a little confused, and his thoughts traveled through space, as if they had returned to the way they first met.

At that time, Fu Zimo was also like this, looking down at him, but he didn't know that he looked like a proud little peacock, and flew up the tree without listening to his master.

He replied honestly: "Very good."

Fu Zimo didn't bother to care about him anymore, put on his coat, and went out.

Lin Wenyuan quickly got up and followed Fu Zimo, thinking wildly, his expression was calm and deep, but his heart roared angrily: Did he know or did he know?Does he agree or disagree?Nima at least give me a quasi-letter!Don't play like this!

When Fu Zimo came to the hall, he saw Fu Ming'an obediently sitting next to the old man watching TV, and Lin Anxia who was acting like a pissed daughter-in-law.

Rosius: [Warning: There are people who can affect the outcome of the host, please pay attention to the host. 】

Fu Zimo glanced at everyone indifferently, who is it?Fu Mingan?Sun Ziyi?Or Lin Anxia?Forget it, anyway, he didn't intend to let the three of them go.

Seeing Fu Zimo, Lin Anxia's eyes lit up, thinking of her aunt's orders in her heart, she cried preemptively and said, "Cousin, please apologize to Uncle, I'm all to blame for this, I'm not worthy of you, don't blame Uncle."

She was a little proud of controlling a handsome young man from an aristocratic family, and she was acting while waiting for Fu Zimo to comfort her.

Unexpectedly, Fu Zimo just glanced at her casually and said, "Well, it's good that you know."

What?Lin Anxia was dumbfounded, why was it different from what she thought?Shouldn't Fu Zimo come up to comfort her with a distressed face, and then swear that he must be with her?

After all, he is not the kind of mature person in his previous life. Fu Mingan, who was watching TV, heard a slight change in his expression, and raised his head to look at Fu Zimo.

Fu Zimo glanced at Fu Lin, who was sitting on the farthest chair in the living room, with a cold face but kept paying attention to this side from the corner of his eye, with many thoughts in his heart.After being reborn, he really didn't know how to face his father.

When he came back from his previous life, his father was already dead, due to terminal lung cancer.So Fu Zimo looked at the cigarette butt in his hand a few more times.

Fu Lin frowned, and just about to say something, he looked at Lin Wenyuan behind Fu Zimo, but in the end he didn't say anything, looked at where Fu Zimo was looking, and put out half of the cigarette in the ashtray.

The corner of Fu Zimo's mouth twitched, and his smile was a little casual: "Dad."

Fu Lin's temper is really not very good, he said in a deep voice, "What time is it? You're so sleepy, don't bring Xiao Yuan into trouble."

Lin Wenyuan immediately responded with a good temper: "No, Uncle, I must have brought Zimo to the ground."

Fu Lin choked, and couldn't continue to say anything.

Fu Zimo was a little absent-minded, and in all fairness, Fu Lin couldn't speak ill of him.

But so what?He was a little moved, very moved, [-]% moved, as long as he looked up now, he could see the "family portrait" of Fu Lin, Sun Ziyi and Fu Ming'an in the place where the photos of him and his mother should have been placed.

He smiled sarcastically, without his family photo.

This family originally belonged to him and his mother, but now an ambitious grandson Yijiu took over the nest, how could he not hate it?How not to hate?

This family seems to have gradually forgotten the hostess more than ten years ago, and only the last photo in his room remains in the whole house, proving that this gentle woman once existed.

Fu Zimo grinned, so he hated.

Fu Zimo looked at Sun Ziyi indifferently, sat next to Mr. Fu, and called out, "Grandpa."

The only thing he misses about this family is his grandfather who has been wholeheartedly protecting him.

"Hey." Mr. Fu looked flattered. Ever since his grandson's mother passed away, he hasn't called him grandpa for a long time.The old man was born in the military, and he is still in his 60s with a red face and a vigorous appearance. He also walks like a fly on weekdays, and he does not look weak at this age at all.

"Grandpa Fu." Lin Wenyuan also called out.

Mr. Fu is Papa Lin's eldest brother, but Papa Lin is only about ten years old, so it is obviously inappropriate for Papa Fu to call him uncle, so they have always been of different generations.

Mr. Fu was also a vigorous and strong man when he was young, but time has eroded his appearance and heart. He is already in his 60s.

At this age, what ordinary people desire most is family happiness. Fu Zimo's rebellion and indifference for more than ten years in a row made him feel very uncomfortable, and more often than not, he felt distressed. Now that his grandson suddenly took the initiative to make out, his eyes flooded with excitement. Hong said repeatedly: "Okay, okay, good grandson."

Suddenly, some information appeared in Fu Zimo's mind:

[Trigger main task: local tyrant (1) task description: extravagant squandering is an attribute that a scum should have, please squander 100 million within a week.Mission reward: 0 points.Mission progress: 100/[-]. 】

Fu Zimo's attention was temporarily diverted, prodigal 100 million?The corner of Fu Zimo's mouth twitched.

"What is a prodigal?"

Rosius said: [Prodigal, squandering is prodigal, this is a must-have skill for a stylish scumbag. 】

Fu Zimo raised his eyebrows, style?Well, how can it be so difficult for such a scumbag to be squandered?

Of course, he hasn't forgotten that he will never have more than [-] pocket money on him at this time. Fu Lin is still very strict about this point.So he directly reached out his hand and asked Mr. Fu, "Grandpa, give me pocket money."

"How much do you want?" Mr. Fu looked at his grandson dotingly, alas, this grandson has been in poor health since he was a child, and he lost his mother since he was a child. Even if he has a bad temper, he loves to pamper him.

"100 million." Fu Zimo said with a smile.

Before Mr. Fu could answer, Sun Ziyi screamed: "One, one million?" Everyone looked at her, and Sun Ziyi also realized that she had lost her composure, and quickly covered it up: "What is the use of children?" So much pocket money."

Fu Zimo's mocking skills were fully activated, and he looked at the old man suspiciously: "Hey, when did 100 million become a lot of money for our Fu family?"

Mr. Fu also frowned. Originally, he didn't accept Sun Ziyi, but now seeing her petty appearance, he was even more displeased. Not to mention that 100 million is nothing to their Fu family. In the eyes of Mr. Fu, the entire Fu family It belongs to Fu Zimo, he can spend as much as he likes.

Fu Lin also gave a rare reprimand: "Sun Ziyi!"

Then he turned his head and handed Fu Zimo a bank card, "There is 100 million in it, and the password is your birthday, so don't act like a gangster all day long, what do you look like! Learn more from Xiaoan, or don't miss me Give Fu Shi to you!"

He was subdued in disguise. After all, Fu Zimo was his eldest son.

Fu Zimo took the bank card and said, "Thanks, I'm going out to spend money." After speaking, he dragged Lin Wenyuan and walked towards the door.

Fu Lin was almost blown out of his lungs, and cursed: "Nizi!"

Seeing that Fu Zimo and Lin Wenyuan were about to go out, Lin Anxia, ​​who had been neglected all this time, was in a hurry. Under Sun Ziyi's gaze, she looked at Fu Zimo eagerly, "Cousin, cousin, won't you take me out?"

Lin Wenyuan watched sourly, wishing to throw this woman who dared to pester his family's Zimo to South America.

Unexpectedly, Fu Zimo glanced at Lin Anxia casually, "That won't work, you are too ugly, I will take it out to avoid losing face. Also, this is my house, you'd better move out before I come back, otherwise your face will affect me too much mood. Otherwise I don’t promise I’ll do anything.”

"Oh, I think it's better for you not to stay in China."

Lin Anxia's face contorted.

As for Lin Wenyuan, he felt that the sun was shining brightly in his heart.