All People Simulate: I Become The Villain Of Destiny

"Well, I wrote it very clearly, maybe you didn't see it.

Su Mo was in a good mood, and he also had a mean smile on his face when he spoke.

Seeing Lao Tiao's anger rising, he wanted to bite him to death.

"Hmph, it's a big deal that the old lady committed suicide, anyway, it's just a simulation failure, and the old lady suffered!"

"Oh, this article is also written in it, when will I end the simulation, you can leave." "

Your uncle! You have the ability to take out the contract, how can you write so much?"

It's no longer the cute little Lori that she used to be, but it's like a ghost who chooses people to devour.

Su Mo pursed his lips and took out a blank piece of paper with less than twenty words written on it from the simulated imprint.

"That's it?"

Lao Tiao took the contract and glanced at it, exactly the same as what he had seen before.

His expression couldn't help but be a little stunned, and he frowned and asked Su Mo: "What the hell, isn't this an equal contract?" Su Mo

patted his ass and stood up, leaving a sentence of "take a good look at yourself", and then Shi Shiran walked in the direction of the Martial Spirit Palace.

The bones on Lao Tiao's body rattled, and soon returned to normal, burrowing into Su Mo's shadow.

While repairing his injuries, he stared straight at the contract.

"There's no problem!" Lao

Tiao, who couldn't see the problem, became more and more annoyed the more he thought about it, and the more annoyed he thought, the more he thought about it, and the color gradually became hideous.

Slam the contract on the ground.

No matter how she looked at this blank paper, there were only 29 words in total, where was that strange master-servant contract hidden?

Lao Tiao sulked, squinted at the contract, and every word crooked seemed to be a little strange.

She couldn't figure it out, so she simply enlarged the contract, only to see from the cracks in the words that the words of each equal contract were composed of a small word of the content of the master-servant contract...

The old man who got the truth was numb, and sat in the shadows, muttering in a low voice.

"I'm so stupid, really, I just know that contracts are made of words, and I don't know that words are also made of contracts.

For a long time, she carefully read every unequal rule, and a broken smile appeared on her face, and she smiled.

"Silence is golden, you're a dog that doesn't bite!"

"Woo woo, I was wrong, I don't scold, I don't scold!"

"My lord, are you okay?"

As soon as Su Mo got closer, everyone in the Martial Spirit Hall immediately leaned over, their faces full of concern.

The executive officer headed by him was even more eager to check his body on the spot.

Heh~

Su Mo sneered in his heart, sent the rest of the people away expressionlessly, and looked at the executive officer with empty eyes.

"What's going on over there in

the city?" Before, a battle broke out in the middle of the city, and Ju Douluo felt the aura of Ghost Douluo and had already hurried over.

Su Mo was fully engaged in the battle with Lao Tiao, but he didn't care about that side.

When he was in a flat state on the ground just now, Su Mo felt that there was no movement over there, so he asked.

The executive officer was silent for two seconds, his eyes wandering, and he embarrassedly pulled out two bedrooms and one living room in his shoes.

"I've sent guards over, and the news hasn't come back yet.

Hearing this, Su Mo looked at the executive officer fixedly, and under his half-closed eyelids, his gaze was cold and abnormal.

Although the Wuhun Hall is a soul master organization, the guards are ordinary people who can't be soul masters.

Send these people over to investigate the information, not to mention whether the ability is enough, even if they do, they can come back?

Su Mo stared for two seconds, snorted, and strode towards the Martial Spirit Hall.

The executive breathed a sigh of relief, and just as he was about to follow, Su Mo's voice came from his ears.

"From today onwards, your executive doesn't have to do it.

Lu He's raised feet froze in place, gritted his teeth, didn't say anything, and rushed straight towards the central district of Notting City.

Su Mo ignored Lu He, and now he wanted to lie down on the bed and get a good night's sleep.

......

Three days passed quickly.

Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo had already returned.

It's just worse than Su Mo.

Su Mo was just out of strength, but both of them were hammered into mummies.

Three people in a room, lying on three beds.

The three of them stared at each other, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was a little dull.

For a long time, Su Mo, who was in the best condition, lowered his head and rubbed his head, looking like he didn't look at the two of them.

"Let me sum it up. "

I asked Uncle Ghost to catch that magic stick, and Uncle Ghost caught it. "

As a result, on the way back, I met the cloaked man who was buying wine, and the god stick said a word, and the cloaked man did it like crazy?"

"Then, Uncle Ju went to help the field, but he was beaten and beaten by others without pressure, and he was hammered into a fool

!" "Ju Douluo went late, his injuries were lighter, and when he heard Su Mo's words, he bared his teeth and shouted:

"Is this to blame me? Is it blamed on the old ghost? It was that bastard who made the first move, besides, didn't we win!"

Ghost Douluo was silent, his deep eyes revealing thought.

Su Mo sneered: "Yes, yes, the two of you finally used the martial soul fusion technique to force others back, and you are half-disabled, and you have to let Lu He bring you two back, tsk, it's

amazing!" "You are amazing, you are high, you can scold me now!" Ju Douluo was not lightly angered by the yin and yang, and raised his arm tremblingly and pointed at Su Mo.

It's a pity that his whole arm is tightly wrapped, and there is no majesty at all.

Suddenly, Ghost Douluo's gaze returned, and he said categorically: "He is

Tang Hao!" "Tang Hao

?" Ju Douluo screamed, and then gritted his teeth and glared at Ghost Douluo, "You have been thinking about this

?" "Such a big Haotian Hammer, you are only now reacting?"

Ghost Douluo looked at Yueguan in amazement, not understanding why his good friend was so excited.

"Since the death of the previous pope, Haotian Sect has announced that the mountain will not be closed, and the six major Douluo are all shrinking in Haotian Sect.

"The only two people outside are Tang Chen in the Killing Capital, and Tang Hao in Haotian Douluo.

"But if it's the one... I'm afraid that if you don't wait for me to pass, you will already be reimbursed.

Ju Douluo was unusual, and explained to Ghost Douluo in a depressed tone.

The corners of Su Mo's mouth twitched.

In the past, it was Ghost Douluo who served as the brains of the two, but now this situation is completely reversed.

Should it be said that it is worthy of being a thick and fine chrysanthemum pass?"

Su Mo sighed and communicated the old strip through the simulated imprint.

"Moximoxi, your teammate has returned to the main world, now it's time to tell me what the situation is like for you, why you are not a soul master, but you have such a strange ability. "

Hmph, since you asked sincerely, old lady. . . Ahem, I'll tell you with great mercy. On

the other side of the simulated imprint, there was a pleasant voice from the old one.

"After I came to this simulated world with the god stick, I found that there was something wrong with the system of this world. Su

Mo frowned, feeling that Lao Tiao was fooling himself.

But her next words made him think deeply.