Hero Cultivation System

Liang Gong squatted on the street corner with a five-foot-long jujube stick in his hand, staring at a three-story building in front of him on the left. There was a billiards room downstairs, a chess and card room on the second floor, and the third floor...

He has been squatting here for two full days. Because he looks so much like a beggar gang disciple, some kind-hearted people passing by actually threw money to him. In these two days, his income was nearly a hundred yuan. Liang Gong had an empty pocket, so he happily accepted it, thinking

Even if there is no food to eat that day, you can go back to your old job.

After two days of observation, he was sure that this was Huang Mao's lair. Dozens of gangsters from the Chengdong Gang came in and out every day. In the past two days, stall owners from the small streets kept entering the small building. It seemed that it should be

Are you going to register for something?

Damn it! To set up a small stall, you have to register with gangsters, and I haven’t seen the police or urban management come out to talk. Is it possible that the Chengdong Gang is really the underground urban management bureau of Wuyang City?

Bah! That one is colluding with someone else!

However, the location was known, but Liang Gong looked at the three cameras on the billiard room sign and shook his head.

When did gangsters have to pay attention to high technology? No wonder people say that gangsters are not scary, but they are afraid that gangsters are educated.

Liang Gong was really scratching his head and feeling worried now.

Modern society is not like the era of Guo Daxia or Bao Ye. If he just rushed in and started killing people like that, regardless of whether his own life could be saved, the video alone could keep him in jail for eternity, with his head covered with blood.

The gray hair still won’t come out.

Moreover, there are cameras everywhere in Hexian society, and everyone has a mobile phone in their hand. If you make the slightest movement, you will become the protagonist of the video, and you will be put online and searched for human flesh. Then the police will come and treat you to tea.

If you are arrested and locked up at every turn, then why do you want to be a hero and do you want to eliminate violence and bring peace?

Hmm...a camera? Liang Gong was thinking of some way to avoid being photographed.

If you're afraid of being photographed, you might as well just cover your face. Look, aren't Spider-Man, Dragonfly, and Batman all masked?

Um………

This method doesn't work, it's just a joke in the movie. If Liang Gong were walking on the street with his face covered now, he would probably be sent to a lunatic asylum before he even reached the small building. Moreover, Liang Gong imagined himself as skinny and shriveled.

The figure of Ba, walking on the street in tight clothes and a mask, gave me a chill.

No! It's too disgusting. I can't stand it. If someone photographs it and posts it online, hundreds of millions of netizens will probably vomit all over the place on the spot, and the computer company will make a fortune.

Um………

Even if the face is covered, if the camera captures someone else's face, then unless he is caught on the spot, no matter what Liang Gong does, it won't be blamed on him, right? Well! Yes, that's it.

The question is how to make the camera capture someone else’s face?

Just ask your own Doraemon Tinker Bell!

"System, is there any elixir or something that I can eat or apply on my face that can turn me into someone else without being discovered?"

"Beep! A hero acts upright and aboveboard. A hero who disguises himself and acts like a hero would not do anything."

Your sister is lying upright, naked and depraved. Master Bao is right, heroes are all fools for his horses.

"Is there any? Don't tell me there isn't, or else I'll pull out the redemption program and find it myself."

Liang Gong has learned to be smart now. He has always been led by the system. I am afraid that I helped him count the money when he was sold that day. It is better to do it by himself and have enough food and clothing.

"The system cannot sell the host, execute the blood redemption procedure, and redeem auxiliary items:

After swallowing the disguise pill, you can change your face according to the host's consciousness. It lasts for one hour. After the expiration date, the host will be in an extremely weak state for thirty minutes. You need half a drop of hot blood to redeem it.

May I ask if the sender would exchange it?”

Yo! This thing is quite cheap. I thought it would be 10 drops and 8 drops.

When we are full of enthusiasm, we can exchange for thirty pills. Today we will be Liu's flower, tomorrow we will be Han Han, and the day after tomorrow we will be Daoming brother. In this way, all the hotties and mature women in the world will be embraced, hahahaha!

"Beep! Does the host want to redeem it?"

Damn it! Hurry, hurry, hurry, can’t you let me have sex for a few minutes?

Change, of course, the poor guy only has 1 drop of blood left, and he immediately becomes a pauper with the prefix zero.

After Liang Gong finished speaking, a gray-black pill the size of a fist suddenly appeared in his hand.

Damn it! Such a big pill! Liang Gong was stunned when he looked at the big pill in his hand.

Hmm! It doesn’t matter, anyway, the elixir turns into body fluid in your mouth, just treat it like drinking a cup of Coke!

Without even thinking, Liang Gong opened his mouth wide and thrust the whole thing in.

Oh my god! This stuff is more bitter than lotus root, and astringent than bitter diced, not to mention it melts in your mouth. It’s like chewing wax. I can’t swallow it, and I can’t spit it out. Liang Gong

I almost rolled my eyes as I chewed and couldn't take a breath. It took me twenty minutes to finally swallow the disguise pill.

Damn, I still have 30 of them. Next time I eat this thing, I will be a pig.

But no matter how unpalatable it was, he ate it anyway. Liang Gong wanted to try the effect, so he thought about his beloved Bai Xinyi in his heart. Sure enough, his face felt hot for a while and he couldn't feel it anymore. He tried to squeeze it, but it didn't hurt at all.

It's like wearing a mask.

Liang Gong felt hot in his heart, and secretly took a look through the shop window glass. The glass reflected a face that could not be called beautiful, but very attractive, and the two dimples in her smile were a bit charming.

Xinyi! It is indeed Xinyi!

Liang Gong was stunned, and Xinyi in the glass was also stunned. Liang Gong smiled, and Xinyi in the glass also smiled. Liang Gong pouted, and Xinyi in the glass also pouted. Liang Gong slowly came closer, Xinyi

They also slowly got closer and finally kissed each other...

Bah, bah, bah! Even though the kiss was on the glass, why did it feel like I was kissing him? Ugh! Ugh!

Useful, really useful!

Okay! It’s time to serve the Chengdong Gang. There is less than an hour left. Liang Gong has to make good use of it, but whose face should he use? The system said to use consciousness change, but in his mind, he thought they were all acquaintances.

This can't be used!

While he was thinking about it, Liang Gong glanced casually and saw someone on the TV in the store, ah! Okay, it's him...

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"Brother, you are really smart. Just write your name on a piece of paper and ask for registration, and you charge three thousand yuan. I'm really convinced."

The leopard stretched out his thumb and pointed it at the yellow-haired brother. He couldn't help but admire his wisdom.

After beating someone, he also asked someone to bring money to register. At that time, Baozi thought that his brother was probably crazy about money and had no time to hide, so someone would really come to register.

Unexpectedly, starting from the next day, many people actually believed what he said and came to the door with money automatically. They didn’t see the pile of old people on Brother Huang Mao’s table. There must be a small one hundred thousand!

"Tch! You don't understand. This is called servility. Chinese people are born to be so mean. If no one takes the lead, they will not dare to resist even if there are ten times more people than us. They will all be our slaves and work hard to make money.

Give us flowers, just like penning a herd of cows, milk us for some milk when you think of it." Huang Mao laughed while preaching.

"Brother, I think you don't want to drink milk, but you want to drink Sister Xiaodian's milk!" When Baozi thought of Brother Huangmao's mistress, Sister Xiaodian, his heart felt hot. Sister Xiaodian's is not small, but big.

The f is unforgettable once you see it.

"Fuck you, you dare to eat my tofu." Huang Mao kicked the leopard, but felt relieved and laughed.

"Brother, brother, it's not good, someone knocked on the door downstairs." A young man rushed up from the second floor, shouting loudly all the way.

"I'm just fooling him. Who is so bold and dares to come looking for death?"

Huang Mao got angry when he heard that someone actually came to visit him. If word spread about this, where would he put his face?

"Brother, I...I..." The younger brother squeaked, unable to explain.

"What am I, I don't even know how to say a word, please explain clearly to me!" Huang Mao looked at him and was really angry.

"Brother, I...I can't tell clearly, you can see for yourself!" The younger brother simply pointed at the surveillance screen behind Huang Mao.

Huang Mao turned around and saw that the billiard room on the first floor was indeed in chaos on the screen. Some boys picked up the billiard poles and were chasing what?

"What are you looking at? What's going on down there? There's obviously no one around, so what does this mess look like?"

"No...yes, brother...look carefully!" the younger brother stammered.

Huang Mao glared at him, then turned his head back to look at the screen. After a closer look, he saw something.

There was indeed a man fighting with the boy below, but his movements were too fast and weird. The camera only recorded his afterimage, and you couldn't tell it unless you looked carefully.

Finally, the man was probably tired from playing, and stopped beside the billiard table to catch his breath. Huang Mao was finally able to see his appearance clearly.

Damn it! Isn’t this that...that...Moving Great Wall "Yao Ming"?