Chen Ke sat on the stone bench in the garden, looking up at the bloody sky, his eyes feeling melancholy and confused.

He traveled through, traveled to a dangerous world, and his soul was attached to a fourteen-year-old boy.

The boy's name is also Chen Ke, and he is a student from Haotian Academy.

Three days ago, the demon army launched a large-scale attack on the city, and the battle was in a tragic situation.

Xiao Chen Ke couldn't help but be curious and secretly climbed up the city wall.

The demon-wing army that covered the sky, the spiritual power marks and artillery shells flying all over the sky, and the giant sword that opened its blood-lighted sky with a hundred meters.

A nine-headed demon dragon with a body of hundreds of feet long and a ten-meter-high cultivation giant stirred up the wind and clouds in the sky.

The irritable cultivator waved his iron fist and blew the demon dragon's nine heads.

A dragon head sprinkled with green blood falling from the sky and smashed on the city wall.

Xiao Chen Ke was like a humble ant, thrown into the air by the surging waves.

Return to the mansion and died.

It's miserable, it's really miserable.

Chen Ke's mouth twitched and he controlled his ears hard.

He thought this would pour out all the horrifying scenes in his mind.

He folded his hands together and bowed to the sky: "Don't worry, since I have occupied your body, your rich father will be my father in the future. I will inherit your will and continue to live and die in the world."

It’s not that he doesn’t have a big mole on his chest, his ex’s brain is just a lump of paste.

Apart from eating, drinking, having fun, and living, it is useless.

And this body is too bad and can't do anything.

He is thin, has atrophy of muscles, and is even more skinny and bone-like.

That little face is even more Lu Yu than Lu Yu.

That's right, if he has a few more taels of meat on his face, he is actually quite pretty.

So weak, even if you make an appointment with something, you are powerless and you are still walking around the world with your sword, haha!

Chen Ke lamented, missing his previous life extremely.

He is 185 years old, with three large abdominal muscles, two long legs, and his physique is a loss if he doesn't become a duck.

Of course, Chen Ke didn't know how to be a duck. After his parents passed away, his grandfather made a hard money by selling duck necks, which brought him up and paid him to the university.

If he made a duck, his grandfather would definitely crawl out of the coffin and rub his neck.

So Chen Ke could only work diligently and honestly in the city.

Until one day when he was playing with a computer, he was electrocuted and came to this strange world.

The past is unbearable to look back on the duck neck.

Retracting his thoughts, Chen Ke looked at his shriveled chest and became melancholy again.

Whose fourteen-year-old child will have breast hair?

Just grow, but one grows.

This hair emerged from the fair skin, black and strong, and shiny, as if all the essence of Chen Ke’s life was concentrated on this hair.

It looks like the tail of a mouse, or the beard of a cat. With a light stroke of his finger, he swung his body independently.

Mao is actually a good thing, but it also depends on who it is on.

It grows on Ma Daddy, and is thicker than the waist of diǎo silk.

Growing up on Sun Wukong, he is a powerful clone.

It will be even more powerful if it grows on Yang Zhu. One can benefit all mankind.

It must be not easy to grow up with a time traveler, right?

Chen Ke was hesitant.

Whether to pull out or not, this is a problem.

He was really afraid that when he pulled it hard, the pipa-like ribs would crack like soil, and a monster would emerge from it.

But if you don’t pull it out, this one will not only be ugly, but also very strange.

At this moment, a half-old embroiderer walked under the door of the flower.

The embroidered lady was wearing an ancient long gown, twisting her plump chassis, and walked along the corridor on one side.

Chen Ke finally made up his mind when he looked at the embroiderer's back.

In order to live a shameless life, he must pull this hair.

The clothes were half-clear, raised their middle finger, and curled the hair around their fingers, wrapping them tightly.

With strength and strength, Chen Ke took a deep breath: "Get up!"

hiss!

He thought it would hurt, but he didn't expect it to hurt.

The breast hair was pulled off, one end wrapped around the middle finger, and a mouse was hanging on the other end.

mouse!

mouse!

mouse!

Chen Ke was in a bad mood. Damn, this was the mouse I played the game on the night of the power outage.

I used the mouse for a year.

I bought a mouse last year.

Buzz!

Before Chen Ke could come back to his senses, the thick black hair turned into a stream of light and coiled around his body.

Countless data currents ran around in the body, turning into thousands of threads, and were bound together with Chen Ke's biological current.

The mouse also began to glow, the black transformed into white, and finally became completely transparent, leaving only a shallow outline.

With a sudden sound, the mouse penetrated into Chen Ke's palm and disappeared completely.

Chen Ke suddenly woke up, and after fear, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

Sure enough, this is not an ordinary hair, but a mouse line!

The mouse I bought last year went over with me and became my golden finger?

But the problem is that there is no electricity, no Internet, no computer, and no keyboard in this world.

Is a mouse useful for hairy?

As he was puzzled, Chen Ke's eyes were covered with a layer of color, and the window changed instantly.

The courtyard is still the same courtyard, and the flowerbed is still the same flowerbed.

The veranda is still a veranda, and the embroiderer who has not walked away is still an embroiderer.

The only difference is that the entire screen is covered with the texture of the filter, like a simulated scene in the game.

Didi!

A red mouse pointer appeared, wandered in the window for a moment, and suddenly locked on the embroiderer.

A dialog box that was most familiar to the previous life popped up: "Lock the target, do you check the target performance?"

Chen Ke was amazed, did he still need to ask? Of course he checked it.

As soon as he moved his mind, a transparent mouse appeared in his hand. Although he was held in the air, it was more stable than when playing games.

Slap.

Almost instinct, Chen Ke clicked "Yes".

A menu immediately popped up on the embroiderer's body, from far to near, quickly enlarged in front of her eyes, and Chen Ke could see clearly.

Target Skills:

『Breastfeeding, superb"

『Embroidery, proficient』

Looking at these two entries, Chen Ke was stunned again.

Breastfeeding? Embroidery?

What the hell is this?

Is breastfeeding so well? Is breastfeeding 360 degrees?

Anyway, he couldn't figure it out.
To be continued...