A post-apocalyptic boss aspires to dominate the entertainment industry

After taking another shower, Qin Jue hummed in comfort, picked out the most common white shirt and casual trousers, put on a dark red jacket, and put his mobile phone and keys in his pocket.

Her clothes are average and the mother of the child is not here, so she just wears what she wears.

The dark red color is quite nice, and the blood is not noticeable even if it is splashed with blood.

Having been in the apocalypse for a long time, Qin Jue knows how to deal with his own situation. Although she appears calm and calm, she has always had a sense of irritation since her rebirth and needs to be vented.

She planned to go to the street to the south, where there were bars and mahjong parlors, and a small boxing ring underground.

She was always the one getting beaten at home, but before that she couldn't fight back because she was her biological father.

As a "boy", who has never had a fight? On the surface, the good kids at the top of the class are not so sensible and obedient.

Qin Jue walked out of the bedroom, walked through the living room with a normal expression, ignoring her own blood stains on the corner and the coffee table, and walked to the entrance to change her shoes.

"where to?"

Qin Jingsheng heard the noise, walked out of the study, and asked impatiently.

Qin Jue was still squatting and tying his shoes, facing him, his muscles already tense up out of habit. She raised her eyes and saw that Qin Jingsheng did not have a typical northern figure. He was about 1.8 meters tall, not very strong, and had a developing beer belly.

So weak.

Qin Jue thought about it and felt it was a bit unrealistic.

Was I beaten to death by such a person?

"This little bastard is asking you questions!" Qin Jingsheng cursed from across the living room and was about to come over.

Qin Jue finished tying his shoelaces and stood up.

The lower body is unstable and will fall over if you kick it on the knee. The face is fat, but the neck is not so thick that it can be broken.

She looked at her father steadily and said, "Go for a walk."

There was no shrinking, no whispering, no anger or unwillingness, or even overwhelming hatred.

Qin Jue stood at the entrance, watching the devil in her life walking towards her step by step while swearing.

Alas, she has stayed in the apocalypse for too long, and her total age is over fifty. The boredom, grievance, collapse and despair of her youth are not worth mentioning in the frontline battle of life and death, and have long been thrown into the corner of memory.

Qin Jingsheng stretched out his hand to pull her by the collar. This was his usual method of pulling her against the wall, especially around corners, where the knocking would be more textured.

So slow.

Qin Jue watched helplessly and took a step sideways unhurriedly.

She doesn't want to kill Qin Jingsheng now. This is not the end of the world. There are too many killings in a harmonious society. She broke into the system's lair with those people's hopes, smashed this garbage to pieces, released all the remaining souls, and let everyone come back together. She didn't want to kill another doomsday.

What's more, there are too many flaws to kill him directly. Being a juvenile suspect is so troublesome. She doesn't want to go to the police station to drink tea. What if Ms. Jiang Qiuyue, who is on a business trip out of town, is called back? She doesn't want to see her biological mother now. .

These few seconds are enough for Qin Jue to finish thinking about these things in boredom.

She stepped sideways, squatted down, and circled her back. One hand was already pinching Qin Jingsheng's neck, and she could knock him out with just one press.

Plop!

The sound of her heartbeat seemed to be amplified dozens of times. Qin Jue's pupils suddenly shrank. The blood was so hot that it was like lava flowing in her veins, making her extremely irritable.

kill him.

Choke him to death.

Break his neck.

Crushing his spine.

Tear apart his flesh.

Qin Jue's narrow phoenix eyes narrowed, and his pupils were filled with blood. A strong murderous intention rushed into his mind, and his throat went dry with excitement.

puff!

Qin Jingsheng fell straight to the floor, and when his body reached an angle of 45 degrees, he suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Qin Jue held the back of his neck, lowered his head, and breathed very hard.

damn it.

The violent emotions further eroded her reason. Qin Jue's arm muscles tightened and he threw Qin Jingsheng out. He hit the sofa with a bang and fell down, completely unconscious.

"...Abba?" Moriran said cautiously.

Qin Jue turned around, opened the door, and closed the door in one go. He didn't press the elevator button and ran down the stairs. He didn't stop at the door until he pushed open the unit door with a bang and rushed out. He was still breathing heavily.

It is now around ten o'clock in the evening, mid-August, it is getting late, there is no one in the community, only the supermarket is still lit.

Qin Jue had a cold face and strode towards the entrance of the community.

She met no one along the way, and the security guard at the entrance was dozing off slightly. Qin Jue just glanced at him, and strong sadistic desires swept over her again. She quickly lowered her head, put on the hood of her coat, and hurried away. .

What the hell. She cursed in her mind. This sequela makes no distinction between friend and foe, and when you see someone who is still breathing, you can't help but want to take action. There was a wild cat running across the road just now, and her first reaction was to rush over and crush the cat to death.

calm. calm.

Qin Jue leaned against the street lamp and took several deep breaths.

The system knew her weakness. When she rushed into the other world with Senran, the system first made the zombies look like the faces of her companions and teammates. Later, Qin Jue killed them all and trapped her in layers of illusions.

She lived in the apocalyptic space for more than thirty years, and the years she spent in the illusion were even longer.

Every minute and every second is tense. The system does not know the existence of Senran. Everything Qin Jue does is just a blindfold, dragging the system's attention and letting the girl penetrate its lifeline silently.

The system has been coveting Qin Jue's body for a long time. If Qin Jue's will wavers even a little, it may take advantage of him.

So Qin Jue has only one strategy in the fantasy world - kill!

Everyone is an enemy except me!

Whether the illusion is that her closest comrade died tragically, or she has been reborn to live a warm and happy life, her only response is to kill!

She had already made an agreement with Sen Ran. Unless Qin Jue called her personally, she would remain dormant and unmoved, leaving 99% of her attention to the system.

Qin Jue didn't know how long she had been killing in the fantasy world. She had witnessed countless ways of death for her relatives, friends and subordinates. She had killed until the edge of the knife curled, and the fist was sore from being hit. She ignored her begging for mercy and cried out, and turned a deaf ear to the insults and insults. In the end, no living creature could even come close to her.

In this protracted battle, the system has failed.

When it tried every means to defeat Qin Jue's will, Senran's fangs had gradually penetrated into its core area. Almost all the energy accumulated in the system was used to deal with Qin Jue, and by the time the threat from Sen Ran was realized, it was already powerless.

When it was completely killed, in the illusion where Qin Jue was, layers of corpses were piled up, and the smell of blood and decay lingered on the mountain of corpses.

Qin Jue was sitting on the mountain of corpses, one leg hanging straight down, his face expressionless, and behind him was a huge blood moon.

"You are a fucking lunatic!" the system yelled sharply.

"You will go crazy, you will go crazy sooner or later! You murderer! Murderer!"

Qin Jue held his face with one hand, his eyelids drooped, and he breathed out in boredom.

"Thank you for the compliment. I am the number one PVP player in actual combat."

She added: "Your vocabulary for swearing has become smaller. Is it true that your words are also good?"

"What the hell..."

The system left with hatred.

Before leaving, he left behind a few vicious curses, but Qin Jue was too lazy to listen.

Then, the surrounding environment rippled like water waves, and she saw a group of spiritual beings rushing toward her happily, which was Mori Ran. She also saw thousands of large or small, bright or dark light spots floating like fireflies. In mid-air, flying higher, there are still souls that have not been completely poisoned by the system.

The trajectory of their return is so beautiful.

Qin Jue raised her head in the blood sea of ​​corpses that gradually became transparent, and looked at this scene until she herself became one of them.

Drifting, falling, waking up in the bedroom.

"A Ran."

Qin Jue whispered.

"Yes! Abba, I'm here!" Senran responded immediately.

"I remember you can convert into quantum life." Qin Jue said.

She enunciates clearly, speaks quickly, and has a solid final tone, which is the tone she usually gives orders.

"Yes. As long as you have access to the electronic facilities, dad, I can transfer it. It can be completely transferred or part of it separated. The process will not be discovered." Sen Ran was very familiar with Qin Jue's tone and answered immediately.

"good."

Qin Jue took out his mobile phone while walking.

"Calculate the current soul strength that matches my body, leave one hundred and twenty percent for me, and transfer the rest with you.

"Put a mark in my soul for easy contact. A small part will stay in my mobile phone, and the rest will be transferred to the online world. Be careful to hide it."

"clear."

Moriran responded.

She knew that Qin Jue would never change his decision easily when he spoke in such a tone. As a daughter, she would be worried, but as a subordinate, she obeyed unconditionally.

"How to transfer?"

"Put your fingertips against the USB port." Moriran has his own energy conversion algorithm.

Qin Jue did as he was told, and the process was very fast. His fingertips felt burning and trembling for less than a second, but his brain buzzed, his vision turned black, and he lost his strength for a few seconds.

This time, there was no excessive "overload" of soul strength. Qin Jue felt much more relaxed, and the feeling of dissonance with this body also disappeared a lot.

An almost realistic green anaconda quickly appeared on the phone screen. The giant snake coiled itself into several circles, and the top section stood upright and pressed against the screen.

"Abba——" The voice came from the speaker of the mobile phone, sweet and sweet.

"Yeah." Qin Jue rubbed Sen Ran's head across the phone screen.

This is an anaconda that is only seven and a half years old. Although her mind is mature, she is still a little girl.

"Get familiar with the Internet, filter out valid information yourself, and don't read junk content." Qin Jue warned.

"Okay!" Moriran twisted his snake body and quickly disappeared from the screen.

Then a message popped up on Qin Jue's phone.

[Abba’s good-looking Ranran: From now on, when it’s inconvenient to speak out, you can just type and say it! 】

The message box was not any type of social software. Qin Jue clicked on it and found that in such a short period of time, Moriran had completed an APP with a simple snake-shaped icon.

Qin Jue pressed the virtual keyboard.

[Ranran’s good dad: OK]

[Ranran’s good dad: Go play and pay attention to safety]

[Abba’s good boy Ranran: Yeah! 】

[Abba’s good boy Ranran: Abba too! ! Call me anytime if you need anything! 】

"Yeah." Qin Bing nodded while looking at the screen.

She put away her phone and reached the intersection at the corner of the street. A taxi passed by and stopped.

"Nanyang Street." Qin Jue sat in and closed the door.

"Hey, are you going out drinking so late?" The driver smiled and talked to her.

"I've made an appointment." Qin Jue found that he was still in a calm state of mind, lying casually while confirming his speculation in his mind.

"Tsk, tsk, youth."

The driver was shaking his head, not knowing what he was sighing about.

Qin Jue, who had been killing in the fantasy world for a long time, had not lost his basic social skills. Just as he was about to smile and nod, his expression suddenly changed.

here we go again. The desire to crush a living person's neck and hear his breathing stop -

Qin Jue suddenly buried his head between his knees, as if he was looking at his phone anxiously and saw some important news. He breathed unsteadily and said with gritted teeth: "Master, please try to drive as fast as possible."

"Hey? What's this?" The driver hadn't noticed anything was wrong in the atmosphere.

"My friend may be beaten." Qin Jue tried to calm his breathing and answered quickly.

"Oh oh oh, just wait!" The driver quickly stepped on the accelerator, "Brother, do you want to call the police or an ambulance first?"

"Need not."

Qin Jue's cold sweat broke out from her forehead. After transferring most of her soul energy, she lost the suppression of stronger willpower. Her murderous reaction became more intense, and she could hardly control her desire to confront the driver unpreparedly. Hands under neck.

"Just hurry up, as fast as you can."

Otherwise you will die.