Hearing Lin Feng's mocking question, the system, which has always been venomous, unexpectedly fell silent.
There was an air of embarrassment in the air.
After a few seconds, its cold electronic sound sounded again, but between the lines, there was a sense of embarrassment and anger.
[Target personality assessment: Extremely bad! Arrogant! Ignorant! Stupid!]
[Such low-quality leeks are not worthy of bathing Divine Grace in this system!]
[He has been permanently removed from the list of clerk candidates!]
A series of comments, as if he was trying his best to save the face he had just lost.
Lin Feng was lying on the bed, the corners of his mouth rising slightly uncontrollably.
"Oh? Really?"
"Why do I hear that you have been scolded so badly that you are incapable of getting angry here?"
[Nonsense!]
The system exploded instantly.
[This system just feels that this kind of guy with a bad personality will tarnish the sanctity of the Maple Dye Pavilion!]
Afterwards, the system directly changed the subject and stopped talking about it.
[Re-screening targets...]
[Target lock: Shrek Academy, Zhu Zhuqing.]
Lin Feng: "..."
Good guy, you are in conflict with Shrek, right?
But...
Zhu Zhuqing?
Lin Feng's mind instantly showed the figure of a girl in black.
Cold and aloof, like a cub that is forced into a desperate situation but still refuses to lower its head.
Ning Rongrong is a pampered little princess. The acquisition cost is too high. Loyalty has to be cultivated slowly, and the cost-effectiveness ratio is extremely low.
But Zhu Zhuqing is different.
What does she need most now?
It is a sense of security, a hope of survival, a life-saving straw that allows her to climb up in the abyss of despair!
To her, any kindness is a priceless gift.
Any chance she gets, she will seize with her life.
If you act now, you only need to pay the minimum cost, and you can gain a top employee with direct loyalty.
Extremely cost-effective!
Lin Feng's eyes flashed with the sparkle of a capitalist when he sees an excellent investment project.
"It's her!"
In the Shrek Academy's dormitory, after Ning Rongrong finished scolding, he waited for a long time but did not hear the response from the mysterious voice.
She snorted proudly, "Oh, the guy who is pretending to be a ghost will be scolded by this lady and run away, right?"
"What Maple Dye Pavilion, what store clerk, go to hell!"
She lay back on the bed, pulled the quilt over her head, and covered her head.
However, in the darkness, her heartbeat accelerated for no reason.
In my mind, the words "fulfilling the sect's long-cherished wish for thousands of years" were like a demonic sound that could not go away.
Whether Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda can evolve into Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda is the biggest obsession of the ancestors of the sect.
That voice... how does it know?
Could it be that what it says is true?
An idea popped up uncontrollably, making Ning Rongrong's heart suddenly twitch.
Did she... really miss a huge opportunity?
An inexplicable irritability and regret quietly grew in her heart, causing her to toss and turn, and she could no longer sleep peacefully.
At the same time.
In the next room, the moonlight is cold and cold.
Zhu Zhuqing was sitting cross-legged on the bed, her delicate body trembling slightly, and cold sweat had soaked the clothes on her back.
She was forcing herself to practice meditation, but her chaotic thoughts were drowning her like a tide.
All the way from the Star Luo Empire to this point, all she was looking for was a glimmer of hope.
She placed her last hope on the fiancé, Dai Mubai, who had made a promise to her.
But reality gave her the loudest slap in the face.
That man has long been immersed in extravagance and wealth, and has no fighting spirit.
And her own speed and attack, which she was proud of, were completely crushed today by a Soul Master with "Trash Martial Soul" Blue Silver Grass!
He didn't even touch the other party's clothes!
It's Blue Silver Grass!
Recognized by mainland China as the most useless Martial Soul!
She can't even defeat Soul Master who owns Trash Martial Soul. How can she fight against her sister who is like a nightmare and is more than ten levels higher than her?
Ahead is endless darkness.
Behind him, his sister pursues her with murderous intent.
She has no future...
Despair, like the cold sea water, almost swallowed her completely.
An ethereal, indifferent voice that contained no human emotions seemed to fall from the sky and resounded directly into the depths of her soul.
[The prey struggling in the shadows, death is approaching.]
[Are you willing to perish like this?]
"Who?!"
In just a moment, Zhu Zhuqing's body reacted most instinctively!
Her pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhead, and Nether Civet Martial Soul was instantly possessed!
The long black hair moved automatically without wind, and the sharp claws popped out from the fingertips, flashing with a cold light.
His whole aura became cold and dangerous, like a beast forced into a desperate situation, ready to launch a fatal blow at any time!
She lowered her body, her voice hoarse and alert.
"Come out!"
[No need to panic.]
The voice sounded again, still so high and distant, so indifferent.
[I am the will of the Maple Dye Pavilion.]
[I have sensed your despair.]
[I understand your reluctance.]
"Maple Dye Pavilion?"
Zhu Zhuqing frowned slightly, she had never heard of this name before.
But she knew that the other party's voice came into her mind so suddenly, and its strength was definitely beyond her imagination.
[Do you want to escape the shackles of fate and gain real power?]
Real power?
These words, like a bolt of lightning, instantly hit the deepest desire in Zhu Zhuqing's heart!
She wants power!
Powerful enough to control your own destiny!
"You... can you give me strength?"
Zhu Zhuqing's voice is a little dry, but the words are clear.
Her sharp claws still did not retract, but in the depths of those cold cat eyes, a weak but extremely hot flame ignited.
But the voice did not directly answer the question, but spoke.
[There is no free favor in the world.]
Zhu Zhuqing's heart sank suddenly, but then he felt a sense of calmness that should have been so.
Yes.
If you want to get, you must give.
This is the rule of survival that has been engraved in her bones since she was sensible.
"What price?" she asked in a deep voice, with a hint of determination that even she had not foreseen in her tone.
At this moment, both the system and Lin Feng know.
She has already taken the bait.
[Become a waiter for the Maple Dye Pavilion.]
[Abandon your mortal identity, abandon your past, abandon your freedom.]
[From now on, you are just the humblest servant under God.]
"Waiter?"
Is it that simple?
Zhu Zhuqing has thought about many possibilities, either sacrificing the soul, or becoming a tool for killing, or even his own body...
But she didn't expect that the price proposed by the other party was so... plain and simple?
But what followed was deeper doubts and vigilance.
She raised her head, her cat eyes still bright in the darkness, staring intently at the empty room, as if she wanted to see through the layers of disguise and look directly at the source of the sound.
"Why... me?"
Her voice was very soft, but it carried a sadness that went deep into her bones.
"No one in this world cares about my life or death."
"Why should I... believe you?"
This was her last struggle and her weakest question to this cold world.
A long moment of dead silence.
Just when Zhu Zhuqing thought that the other party had left, the newly ignited flame of hope was about to be completely swallowed up by the darkness of despair.
That ethereal and indifferent voice finally sounded again.
This time, it offers no promises and no comfort.
Some are just extremely cold yet irrefutable... facts.
[Because.]
The voice paused, and every word was like a heavy hammer hitting Zhu Zhuqing's already exhausted heart.
[You have no choice.]