An Ning is a worker selected by the cannon fodder system. As a host, he will travel through different worlds and become a vicious cannon fodder.
System: "You want to disgust the protagonist and become a vicious cannon fodder. Do you understand?"
An Ning looked at the contents of the taskbar and happily agreed.
The first world.
*The cannon fodder brother of the domineering protagonist
System: "You are a young son who is doted on by your parents. In order to fight for the family property, you have to constantly attack your brother, who is the protagonist. Now is your first task - poisoning."
At the dinner table, An Ning and her parents were enjoying themselves.
A tampered persimmon dessert was served on the table.
Wang Ma, who followed An Ning's instructions, said: "This is the persimmon cake that Master Ning Ning specially prepared for the eldest son. Please try it quickly."
The boss's brother could tell at a glance that there was something wrong with the persimmon, but due to pressure from his parents, he had no choice but to eat it.
He thought to himself: The struggle between sons has always been like this...
And An Ning, who had just traveled to this body: "Persimmon? What persimmon? I love persimmons the most!"
So the doting parents said that all the persimmons tonight belong to An Ning.
Finally, the boss thought to himself as he watched his stupid brother get into the ambulance.
Very good, there is no eldest son's fight, it's just a fool who is greedy.
*The second world [brother of the ruthless emperor and brother of the silly and sweet prince]
"Report——Your Majesty, no good, Prince An and the rebels are gone!"
Emperor: "He wants to rebel?"
"No, Prince An is lost. The rebels sent him back to the palace."
Emperor: "..."
*[Brother Star Admiral and Brother Vase Star]
*[The proud elder brother of the sect and the younger brother who is the second generation ancestor with abundant resources]
…
When I completed all the tasks in a strange way and returned to the system home.
An Ning was asked by his juniors who admired him.
"Senior, how did you become a perfect cannon fodder?"
An Ning pretended to be in the deep city and said: "Because of the persimmons."
Junior: "Persimmon?"
An Ning nodded.
Intention: harmony and friendship