God level death system

Chapter 8 My Virtue Is Missing?

It was already a sunny day, and there was a young man standing among the palace pavilions.

His footsteps were sloppy, his face was slightly pale, but he was not angry, and an aura of being in the upper class for a long time was evident in his whole body.

This person was dressed in a yellow robe, and a four-clawed python leapt out on his chest, his eyes widened angrily, like a living thing.

Under the pavilion, the prime minister stood imposingly, saying something nervously, his fat face was covered with sweat, he raised his head from time to time to see the reaction of the people on the stage, but what he saw was only calm, and even more so. The fear in his heart increased, and he said the things in his mouth quickly.

"...So, that's what happened at the poetry club that day, Seventh Prince." After finishing speaking, he carefully glanced at the young man on the high platform, but the man's face was still calm and unmoved.

The Seventh Prince raised his hand calmly, his voice was flat with a hint of majesty.

"You go down."

"Yes!" The prime minister wiped the sweat from his forehead as if he had received an amnesty, and retreated cautiously.

Only the Seventh Prince was left in the pavilion, looking at the scenery in front of him, motionless, without any expression on his face.

After a long time, just then said calmly, "Ying, what do you think of this matter?"

As soon as these words came out, a transparent person gradually appeared in the void beside him, and then the transparent person gradually turned into an old man in white robes, who cupped his fists at the Seventh Prince respectfully.

"According to my subordinates, Ning Ren may have been hiding his clumsiness in the previous days. But if this is the case, the depth of this son's scheming is simply difficult to measure!"

The Seventh Prince raised his head and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"It's a small matter to kill the two of the Yun family. Anyway, there are many Yun family members, so if you kill them, you will kill them too. But Ning Ren, if he is really hiding his clumsiness, then... father and third brother, I am afraid that they will be annoyed for a while."

Speaking of this, the Seventh Prince's complexion suddenly changed, with a little evil spirit.

"The descendants of the Marquis of Ning's mansion, if they are just trash, that's all. After Mr. Ning dies, they will naturally not make great achievements and threaten the royal family. But I don't want to, Ning Ren, who dares to endure !"

Hearing this, the old man lowered his head and did not make any remarks.

"What do you think, father will be like?"

Ying heard the words, there was a trace of murderous look between the brows, the palm of the hand turned into a knife, and slashed on his neck.

"kill!"

After saying it, he seemed to feel something was wrong, so he paused.

"However, with the backing of Lord Hou Ning, even the Holy Majesty may have to think about it."

The Seventh Prince laughed lightly when he heard the words, and looked into the distance with great interest.

"Master Ning... Humph, it's no longer enough to be a bargaining chip!"

……

"No brains, really fucking no brains!"

Ning Ren was lying on the couch, tapping his forehead, with annoyance and pain intertwined on his face.

"Forget it, let's take a look at the rewards this time. You should have got all the rewards for the three stages."

Pulling out the death system, a translucent light curtain suddenly appeared in front of him.

Available Points: 50
Lucky Draw: 3
In an instant, Ning Ren seemed to be unable to feel the pain behind his back, and smiled happily. Looking at it like that, he was even happier than marrying a wife.

"Get rich, get rich!"

Ning Ren shouted in his heart.

After being happy for a while, Ning Ren gradually began to think about it.

For a moment, as if he had decided on something, he put his finger on the comprehension.

Ning Ren, who had experienced the poetry meeting incident, understood that the mainstream of this world is still martial arts after all.

The foundation of martial arts is martial qi. If one wants to cultivate martial qi faster, the only way is to improve one's comprehension.

As his comprehension continues to improve, Ning Ren also feels that his brain is getting clearer and clearer. In the past, many martial arts barriers that were invisible and incomprehensible are now often cleared with a single thought.

This feeling is like when you have been constipated for ten days, you suddenly feel like a column, dripping freely.

It was so refreshing, it was unbelievable.

However, when the savvy points were added to one hundred, it stopped. Even though he still had twenty attribute points in his hand, he couldn't add any more.

"Death system, what's going on?"

"Every item except fortune must be raised to [-] points in order to continue to improve understanding."

"..."

"Fuck!"

After a long time, Ning Ren could only hold back these two words from his mouth.

Now that Fuyuan was mentioned, Ning Ren became curious about this attribute that he had never paid attention to before.

As soon as I moved my finger, I wanted to add some available attribute points to Fu Yuan.

but……

If you fail, it's like you have already reached [-] points of comprehension, and it doesn't move at all.

Could it be that my fortune is against the sky, and it was above [-] points from the beginning?

"Please don't YY the host at will, Fuyuan cannot be increased through normal channels."

"Fuck, don't break my last fantasy, okay?" Ning Ren supported his head, looking speechless, "Since it can't be increased through normal means, is there any special way to increase it?"

"..."

"Hey, don't pretend to be dumb all of a sudden, Hun Dan!"

"Please host to explore on your own."

"grope your sister!"

"The death system has no sisters."

"..."

Ning Ren felt that he should not talk to the system, otherwise his IQ would be lowered to the same level as the system.

Ning Ren looked at the remaining 74 points and added them all to his physique, which immediately became [-].

Ning Ren clenched his fist and felt some strength in his body, not only filled with tears.

Finally, he is no longer a war scum that will be blown away by the wind!
But the title of sissy is still there, the revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard.

Hey, why do you feel a tightness in your chrysanthemum when you mention the word 'comrade'?
"..."

Ning Ren was silent for a while.

What about manners?
My integrity is gone?

Fuck, the system, you give me back my morals! ! !

Death system: "..."

After the attribute points were allocated, Ning Ren turned his attention to the lucky draw.

More than a dozen good things were densely arranged on it, Ning Ren looked carefully and found one thing.

Among the prizes, the more rubbish the thing is, the bigger the page will be. For example, an oil lamp takes up a full tenth of the page. You must know that there are only ten items here! "

Ning Ren just saw a thing called Ascension to Immortal Jue, which only took up less than [-]% of the space, bullying people!

I can't stand it at all!
Ever since, Ning Ren uncovered the system again, risking his IQ being lowered, and questioned him in detail.

"The rewards are based on the strength of the host. If all the attributes of the host are at [-], it will be easier to get advanced rewards."

Only then did Ning Ren nod his head, looking at the densely packed rewards, his expression was a little dignified, but he still firmly turned on the big turntable.

As if he didn't want to suffer the extreme heartbeat torture, Ning Ren kept his eyes closed from the beginning to the end, regardless of other things, and directly waited for the reward to come.

Suddenly, there was something strange in his hand, and a metal product fell into his hand.

Presumably, this thing should be the reward for this lottery?
Thinking of this, Ning Ren slowly opened his eyes.

The place of entry...

Oil... oil lamp?
This is it!
Ning Ren felt that his whole body was not well, and in a rage, he threw the oil lamp in his hand to the ground!
"Snapped"

I saw that the oil lamp was not thrown out, but stood straight on the ground, as if there was an inexplicable force supporting it.

"what."

Seeing this, Ning Ren's eyes lit up, he took the oil lamp back into his hand, and began to observe carefully.

The water ripples and clouds are full of antiquity, and the lamp oil inside exudes a strange smell. This is by no means the smell of ordinary lamp oil, but Ning Ren can't tell what it is.

Sweet and sour... Yogurt?

Ning Ren shook his head heavily, pulled out the death system, and asked, "What's the use of this oil lamp?"

"illumination!"

"Are there any other uses?"

"Have!"

"What is it?"

"Please host to explore on your own."

Ning Ren twitched the corner of his mouth and said angrily, "Your sister!"

"The death system has no sisters."

"..."

No matter what, there were still two chances to draw a lottery, and Ning Ren clicked for a lottery again.

As the turntable continued to rotate, Ning Ren also closed his eyes, there was no way, the feeling of fear, his little heart couldn't bear it at all.

Finally, there was another thing in his hand. Ning Ren opened his eyes and looked at it. It was a small bag with Yin Yang, Tai Chi and Eight Diagrams embroidered on the bag, which looked a little more mysterious.

The name given by the system is... Cosmos Bag.

Cosmos bag? ! !
Ning Ren was in a state of shock at that moment, looking at the small bag in his hand, thoughts kept running in his head.

Could it be that this is the legendary storage equipment that can hold everything in the world, and a traveler must have it—the universe bag?

Immediately, Ning Ren became agitated, and hurriedly took out the oil lamp that he had won in the lottery just now, and put it into the bag. The small bag didn't show any signs of swelling at all, and it was still light and weightless.

"Powerful!"

Ning Ren jumped up directly, but the wound on his back was involved, and he gritted his teeth again in pain.

"Fuck! I forgot that there is still an injury on my back." Ning Ren looked at the small universe bag in his hand with excitement in pain, "Could it be that I am the protagonist of a certain novel? There is such a thing as a universe bag? Holy shit, hahaha..."

After being excited for a while, Ning Ren's enthusiasm gradually cooled down, and he watched the last wheel of fortune with hope.

For the last time, what will you give me?

With trembling hands, he tapped the middle of the big turntable.

Suddenly, the big turntable started spinning crazily.

After a while, the big turntable stopped slowly, and the silver-white pointer pointed to an object that only took up one percent of the entire turntable, a light blue fragment exuding a mysterious brilliance.

That is……

Ning Ren widened his eyes excitedly.

"Pill Pharmacist Soul Fragment!!!"

(End of this chapter)