On He Kexue's Abandonment of Darkness and Turning to Light

Negroni thought, if there is paradise in this world, it must be a soft king size bed where people can sleep for a long time. Of course, it would be even better to get a soft quilt if possible! So there really is no heaven in this damn world. Cocktail, who had been picked up to go on missions in the middle of the night countless times, thought coldly. But that's it, he thought again. If you make do with it, how can you leave? —— Salted Fish Negroni, who is one of the eight legends in the organization along with King Gin, Belmod's reimbursement bill length, and so on, feel that living is almost the same as death, so he muddles along. Lost his memory from the time he was nine years old and was used as material for human experiments, and he can't even remember his real name? Not a big problem. When the organization stole data from the human experiment base, it was successfully rescued and then forced to join the organization? A piece of cake. The organization aliased as a winery is about to be turned into a water factory by fake wine! I have nothing to do with rain. Until one day, a half-dead system that he had forgotten in the depths of his brain and occasionally twitched to issue tasks was finally loaded, bringing - Baby Negroni mama is here! Touko! Where is my Touko! [Ouch, ooh, family members! In the new version hiro is still alive! The cat cried bitterly. Jpg] Well, he just felt that something was not right about this world. —— "Come on, let's guess. Will this cocoon hatch out as a helpless moth fluttering toward the fire, or as a butterfly fluttering toward the future?" Consumption warning: 1. For the sake of refreshing products, a large number of original creations have problems and are privately designed, with dead logic and many bugs. It is really impossible to go out and turn to the wonderful world. Let each other go and believe that we all have a bright future. 2. Save, save, save if you can, why shouldn't good people have a good life? 3. The protagonist is slightly black mud, with half a layer of salted fish floating on the black mud and half a layer of sand sculptures falling on it. I'm looking forward to the next book I want to write! "Ke Xue, a food blogger, even has a vest at home"! —— You dress up as a food blogger. But instead of meat, vegetables, eggs, and milk, the house was full of strange things. It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. You force yourself to be calm. Don't food bloggers have everything at home? Isn't this very reasonable? For example, there are more than a dozen notebooks full of information, a certain small red and white capsule stuffed in the condiment bottle, the Bartlett M82 behind the closet, and the adult male NPC who fainted on the balcony wearing a blue sweatshirt with bloodstains on him at some point... What a damn reasonable thing! ! You can't calm down anymore. Why do food bloggers have these gadgets in their homes? ! ! —— You traveled through time while playing a game called "Conan: Red and Black Showdown", and you thought it was not a big problem. After all, who is playing games these days and doesn't want to travel back in time? But you didn't wear it on the large one where you filled up all the skills, but on the small one where you practiced life skills and poured gold. Also... It's okay. You reluctantly accept this reality. So you sit on your sofa and rack your brains to search through your memories to find a way to go back. You find that as long as the account bound to the identity of a food blogger can make ninety-nine eighty-one creative dishes, and is approved by a certain number of people, the food blogger account can be logged off at the speed of light. How difficult is this! This is looking down on me as a big foodie nation! So you wave your hand and immediately go online to confirm the recipe in your memory, but instead you find a series of deeds from other accounts of your own. These trumpets include but are not limited to: A handsome police officer who devotes himself to the fight between justice and evil (to gain reputation); An intelligence peddler who wanders in gray areas to play with people's hearts (who does preparatory missions to explore paths); A best-selling beauty writer who is obsessed with creating imaginary worlds (with some talent inspiration); … And the large one you cultivated with your numerous trumpets and your countless favors: On the surface, he is a general of a dark organization called the Winery. He is self-centered and believes in hedonism, and he is the ultimate fun man. In fact, he has single-handedly created another criminal organization called "Abyss" to compete with the Winery. As a trumpet fanatic, your hands trembled slightly, and you suddenly had a bad premonition: Could it be that... You have to complete these performances one by one? Then we have to perform until the Year of the Monkey and the Horse? ? This is obviously the work of the Fourth Natural Disaster. What does it have to do with my player? ? ? So the system gently strokes your tearful cat's head: Don't worry, dear, we are very humane~ In order for you to go home as soon as possible, all simultaneous play modes have been turned on for you~ You: *expletive* Reading instructions: 1. For a refreshing product, a large number of original plots and characters, the logic is dead and there are many bugs. It is really impossible to go out and turn to the wonderful world. Let each other go and believe that we all have a bright future. 2. No cp, vest flow. Players are players, only the vest has a gender 3. The second person of the copy and the third person of the text 4.…I'll talk about it later when I think about it (comparison) Intention: I am a moth, I will put out the fire. There is no peace in life, and there is no fear in death.