I Wasn’t Born Lucky

The stranger stood at the door of Xiao Li's house. He looked at the security door in front of him, his eyes showing a hint of coldness.

He made a simple mark on the wall on the side of the security door with the red powder in his hand.

Then he took out a 10,000 key from the pocket and inserted it into the keyhole. The security door opened.

The stranger walked into the living room and quickly glanced at the general facilities in the room—the bathroom was lit with warm yellow light, and the sound of the water continued to flow, and conversations came from time to time.

"I don't want to take a shower? Look at your dirty. After washing, it doesn't become..." Xiao Li paused and searched for the appropriate adjective. "Black is more pure?"

Little black cat: "...喵喵喵喵咪嗷!"

... This is the last mad call out of the pig.

In its short cat life, the former hostess did not bathe it because of lack of resources. After she became a stray cat, she lost even more. This is the first time it has been so smashed in such a large area, feeling under the belly. Cool.

Xiao Li tried to appease it: "Well, you are not black, you are white, you are a little white cat, I will call you a little white later."

Xiao Bai: "......... Hey!"

The stranger in the living room quietly listened to the sound from the bathroom for a while. After the black cat made a cry, he lowered his head and found a chart from his arms. He used his fingers to fiddle with the pointer of the chart. An index is radical.

He looked at the index on the chart, and said: This cat has a problem, and he will be able to leave a life to see if he can use it for his own use. Oh, what about the senior reincarnation, offending the referee, to the end Still not to be a stepping stone for their refining props?

He has done a lot of this kind of thing, and he has no psychological barriers.

Then the stranger who was self-sufficient looked up to the middle of the living room, where a picture was hanging, which was a beautiful old painting.

There is a lush peach tree in the painting, and a long-haired woman with slender waist and beautiful tunic. Beside the woman, there is a disproportionate little stickman who seems to have been painted by a mischief.

It was the ancient painting singer brought out by Xiao Li. After he came out, he hung the painting in a conspicuous living room, letting the ghost play the night.

The stranger frowned deeply. He felt that the painting was a bit wrong, but he couldn't say what was wrong. In the end, it only came down to the fact that the stickman was too ugly, and it simply subverted the style of the painting.

What the intelligence agent said to him is that the second master of the Xiao family is a reincarnation of the strength, not the top, obstructing their plans to find a female girl, plus the house is indeed not like the place where the mighty people live. There is no formation, no magic, and he does not think much.

He bent down and waved a **** sickle in his hand. He walked slowly toward the bathroom and walked brightly in the dark, like his code name in the organization, death.

But he just took two steps and suddenly stopped and looked back at the painting.

The angle of the head of the person in the painting has changed.

Originally it was touching the peach tree with a side face, but now it has turned around, and the face changes with the changes in his pace... It is watching him!

The stranger was shocked. The woman in this painting is definitely a ghost, and even the star can not detect it. Its strength must be above the ghost, the strength of the copy boss level!

Who is Xiao Li, how can there be such a level of ghost?

The eyes of the singer stared at the stranger, and he smiled and walked out of the painting.

Followed by it, there was the stickman. The stickman was not spiritual enough, just hiding behind the singer. The singer sang the sleeves in the air, half covered his face, opened his mouth but did not make a sound, and sang a silent play.

The stranger slammed down the face of the singer with a sickle in his hand. At the same time, he reacted very quickly to pick up a lighter from his arms and wanted to ignite the picture.

But the lighter had not been released yet, and another resistance came from behind him. It was a slender hair, from a doll who had been sitting in the door and standing in the dark, hidden in the darkness.

The singer smiled slightly, and the stickman jumped up to take the lighter, and it got closer to the man who was tied to the unmovable, and he bent down and stretched his hands toward the man—

The strange man was pale, and he pulled out a **** doll from his arms like a big bleeding, smashed it, then bit his fingertips and dripped a drop of blood on it.

The doll grew up quickly and looked like the stranger. It was a very precious life-saving prop.

The doll accepted the attack from the singer instead of the man, and he took the opportunity to fly away.

But when he came to the door, I didn’t know when the man sitting on the threshold raised his head coldly and gave him a glimpse.

The singer appeared when he reached out and directly plunged him into the painting.

In the bathroom, Xiao Li glanced at the door and saw the foam in his hand. He held the nozzle on the shower and went to the door to open the bathroom door and look out.

I didn’t see anything.

Tan Li ran to his leg.

Xiao Li rubbed the head of the doll with her hand and went back to the bathroom. At first glance, she was shocked.

In such a short period of time, the little black cat did not know where to get a quaint purple umbrella, it was placed under the sprinkler, and he hid under the umbrella to resist the splash of water.

Xiao Li: "......... I thought that this umbrella was thrown in the gathering village to give you the old master to see the roof. Was it taken back by you?"

The little black cat clung to hide under the umbrella: "Hey."

- It’s not that Xiao Li’s forced to take a shower, it has long forgotten this umbrella.

Xiao Li put away the umbrella, ignoring the struggle of the little black cat, flushing the little black cat, wrapping it with a towel, and turning on the hair dryer.

The little black cat didn't like the sound of the hair dryer. It protested and snorted. It was useless. It was blown up by Xiao Li and the whole neck.

It’s hard to blow all the dry, the little black cat has long been unable to bear, and bite a bit on the palm of Xiao Li’s palm with no teeth.

After the shower, the little black cat removed the dust, the color is deeper, the hair is docile, and the eyes that do not fall in the autumn, the station in the night is simply integrated with the night.

Xiao Li smashed his hand and he looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction.

The little black cat kicked his chin with his hind legs and ran to the living room from the bathroom with his tail.

Xiao Lishun turned off the lights of the bathroom and went to the living room. She picked up her eyebrows when she passed the ancient paintings.

There is a shadow of a person in the painting, lying at the foot of the singer, revealing the color of pain, and the edge of the painting is also a line of words: [my name embroidery Ji. 】

Xiao Li was not surprised to turn on the TV, picked a drama channel and put it on embroidered, and he sat on the sofa, listening to the whisper in his ear and playing with the mobile phone.

His WeChat group has been very busy recently. Although he does not look at the forum, there are Zheng Yi and Ye Zeqing. He also knows a few points in the forum.

For example, the newly released global reincarnation rankings are about to be updated, and discussions between various regions are so great; for example, Park Xiu-jin releases the wind and wants to invite him to dinner; for example, the competition between Sherlock and Moriarty.

Zheng Yi said: "Xiao Li, someone said that Moriarty is more powerful than you. Are you ridiculous? Don't worry, I have already learned the glorious history of you with other people, and the man is arguing."

And Ye Zeqing said: "Xiao Li, do you know Sherlock? It seems that the recent rookies of various countries are mentioning this name. I think the style of the forum is very similar to you, but certainly not strong."

Xiao Li: "........."

He chose to cut out WeChat, opened the pesticide and Shen Zhizhi came to a game.

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After the global copy is merged, the task interval is also longer.

Xiao Huangben had an incredible point in this period, as if he was really a mission book. He only responded when Xiao Li took the initiative to poke him.

...just like a young man who is ready to meet his sweetheart.

Xiao Li has an ominous premonition. He faintly thinks that Xiao Huang is trying to make a big one, but he has no evidence until he receives the next copy of the world.

[Every city has an urban whisper in its own region, which is often hidden in everyone's life and exists in everyone's mouth. And your location this time is the Cavill Hotel - according to legend, there is a room that does not exist in the depths of the hotel, some people can not see, but some people can walk in. Anyone who walks in will die in five days. Is this blame really true or false, who knows? 】

[Remaining safety time: three minutes. 】

[This mission: 1. Verify the true and false of the blame in seven days. 2. Before it comes, end everything. The above tasks can be completed as you like. After the completion, they will be randomly sent back to the real world. 】

[Friendly reminder: verify the true and false of the blame, you must participate in it, and must enter the room, please hurry. 】

This mission, because Xiao Li has signed a team with Ye Zeqing, so they were put together.

In addition to the two of them, the rest of the reincarnation has two Asian faces, one in Europe and the United States, and one in black.

They looked like a tour group and were standing in front of the Cavill Hotel.

It is a splendid five-star hotel, and the tall, revolving door with the magnificent chandeliers is dizzying.

Several reincarnations, you see me, I see you, and finally the European and American people first speak. He speaks English. It sounds like English: "I am Hull."

One of the Asian women was very short. She looked like she was only one meter and six, and she stayed with Qi Liu. She smiled and said: "My name is Reiko, from Vietnam."

Black. The person simply said: "Maybach."

Another Asian man is too old to leave a beard: "Hey."

Ye Zeqing met with a more aggressive name than him. He couldn't help but look at each other's eyes and said: "Call me like Luo."

Xiao Li: "Moratti."

It seems that his name has been a lot of disputes recently. The Caucasian Hull heard it: "Moratti, do you know Sherlock? ak47 has been mentioning him since the copy, I want to see and see China. By."

Xiao Li: "........."

- He said that he didn't know correctly, he didn't know it, and he didn't know it.

Xiao Li smiled, he was trying to open the subject, but after a glimpse of a back view of the hotel's revolving door, he sneaked a rare.

Is it his illusion? It seems that there is a young man who took the card at the front desk of the hotel, and the young man’s face is beautiful, very much like Shen Yuzhi.

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