Good news: I wore it and it became a system.
Bad news: The host is a crazy person who is about to die, and I am a pauper system that is even poorer than him.
If you want to save his life, you can't even buy the cheapest elixir in the mall.
I can only rely on words to spoil the story: "Someone is coming to kill you tomorrow, hide now!"
Result: He came alive and looked at me like I was a ghost.
Shen Wu Jiu: "Who are you?"
If I want to find him a magic weapon, the points are simply not enough.
I could only direct him to dig through the garbage pile: "Go and pull out the most broken piece of scrap metal!"
Result: The scrap metal was able to repair his broken sword heart.
The whole sect was dumbfounded: "No, what's the use of a piece of scrap metal?!"
Later, the way he looked at me became more and more strange...
Wait, brother! I am the system, not my wife! Don't make your lifelong promise to the air!
