Meng Jiucheng only felt his mouth dry and his eyes were turning around, and he couldn't calm down for a moment.

Could it be that the deity of this body is not dead and the remaining consciousness is living with him? It's so ugly. Meng Jiucheng grinned and almost got disgusted by himself.

Ticking his head, rubbing his nose, frowning, and touching his chin... Meng Jiucheng thought for a long time before he carefully tried to ask in his heart: Who are you? A god? A monster? A system? Brother Jiucheng? Or am I mentally ill?

Neuropathy!

A voice of contempt and disdain sounded, giving Meng Jiucheng an answer, which he didn't agree with at all. But he let out a long sigh, I'm not mentally ill. Since I can communicate, things don't seem to be too bad.

I heard this tone of speaking, it was awesome and very arrogant. I couldn’t say that I would rely on this person in the future.

Moreover, the difference between mental illness and mental illness was at least not something that ancient people could do. In ancient times, they called it crazy or crazy.

System?! Meng Jiucheng was in a little calmer and became more careful in testing with his consciousness.

After pausing for a while, he seemed to be dissatisfied with Meng Jiucheng's right guess. The voice in his head sounded: Humph! The big fool is enlightened.

You are a fool, your whole family is a fool.

Meng Jiucheng was furious. Mom was so angry. I went to the kang to meet the girls and got off the kang to meet the shoes. I was so smart than monkeys. How dare you scold me? I haven’t given you any fun yet. What a shame, I don’t even bother to answer you!

With a stubborn temper, Meng Jiucheng had a gloomy face and no longer communicated with this system that was so arrogant that he could not communicate with the 20,000 or 20,000 yuan. The system didn't say anything, and just started to waste it.

The people next to him didn't understand why. Seeing Meng Jiucheng suddenly collapsed and shut up and stopped talking. He thought he had thought about some difficulties and was in a bad mood. Everyone didn't want to get into trouble, so they hurried silently.

Fortunately, the next action went very smoothly. Ma Si stayed in front of Che Yu, and Che Yu's dozen of his subordinates were beaten up in one fell swoop, and all the money he had plundered in the house was taken into account by Meng Jiucheng.

He summoned the villagers, while using the corpses as a deterrent, announced new regulations and recruited soldiers, while using a large cart to transport the money back to the village in front of Wulong Mountain. After a busy day, he sat down alone in the house to rest. Meng Jiucheng remembered the broken system that was stagnant with him.

"Damn, are you dead? Break the system?"

"Lying in the bottom of the groove, I will live well if you die."

The reply was so timely and very vulgar, which made Meng Jiucheng grit his teeth. Unfortunately, he could only be angry, and it was invisible and intangible, so it was even more impossible to beat it up.

After trying hard to suppress the anger, Meng Jiucheng coughed dryly and said, "Can you speak well? If you want to be respected, is it true that you show your supernatural powers? If you don't have any skills, you can only criticize others, so don't bother me in the future."

"Tsk, do you still have doubts about my skills? Well, I'll show you something. What do you want in this world?"

Although I can't see it, Meng Jiucheng could also imagine a little dead person with a nostril facing the sky, a sarcastic and cool tyrannical appearance.

After slashing the things on the table, Meng Jiucheng patted them on them, and said with his eyes slanted: "Then let's buckle the machine gun first!"

"roll!"

Hey, why are you cursing again?

Meng Jiucheng blinked, guessing if the level is not enough, and there are restrictions on this high-end and elegant thing?

"Come on a rifle?"

"Get thick!"

"Pistols are you?"

"IQ, IQ, don't you understand human words?" Hearing this tone, it was anxious!?

Meng Jiucheng realized that he was wrong, so he didn't dare to get angry and frowned, thinking carefully about what this guy said just now.

This world, this world - does it mean the world of this era?

Thinking of this, Meng Jiucheng asked tentatively: "What do you mean is that what exists in the world in this era now, not in the future?"

The sound of the system seemed impatient, as if this was an extremely simple point-givea question and should not make any mistakes.

"Well, is there a use for you?" Meng Jiucheng couldn't help but swear. Now the Southern Song Dynasty represents the highest achievement of science and technology in the world. There is nothing, but it's still there. No, why did you think of important things you thought of in anger?

"Forget it, forget it." Meng Jiucheng closed his mouth at the right time and showed a generous look. "If you don't want high-end, elegant and up-to-date ones, please get me down-to-earth potatoes!"

"Potatoes, just potatoes, no problem." The system agreed happily, as if it was a breeze.

Meng Jiucheng hurriedly took a two-step back and reminded: "One or two hundred kilograms are enough, don't build a room and bury me."

The system snorted, as if he was exercising his strength. Meng Jiucheng seemed to hear the painful voice of a constipation patient.

Wait and wait, Meng Jiucheng was still staring at first, but later his eyes were a little sore, and he complained in his heart: Didn’t this girl go to plant potatoes?

"Okay." A weak voice finally rang out, and the system seemed to be really working hard!

Meng Jiucheng opened his eyes wide, where is the potato? Why can’t he see anything? He didn’t want to dig it underground with a hoe, right?

"Where are the potatoes?" Meng Jiucheng couldn't help it. It was a promise of one or two hundred pounds, so it had to put two big sacks?

"I'm blind, I'm just on the table." Although the system was weak, he was not polite to speak.

On the table? Meng Jiucheng approached, rubbed his eyes and searched carefully, and finally, finally-

This is the potato? Meng Jiucheng picked up this little thing that was suspected to be a potato with two fingers. It was smaller than the glass marble played by children in later generations. Perhaps only by looking at it with a magnifying glass can we see the appearance of a small potato.

"What kind of fun?" Meng Jiucheng rushed to the bullfight and cursed, "Is it shameless? He was so bragging that he flew in the sky. You bastard made such a thing? Is this potato? Is it potato, but also potato grandson, or great-grandson! What the hell is it that God sent to torture me?"

"Don't have a dead face. You can calculate it yourself. Multiply the distance by weight. I'll consume all my energy to get this potato back." The system seemed to use the dying power to retort, "Go to die, I'll rest, don't bother me again."

Hey, you still have some advice? Why don’t you die?

"Bastard, come out. If I don't beat you out, my surname will not be Meng..." Meng Jiucheng squirted wildly, but the system did not make a sound. It is unknown whether the phone was turned off or blocked.
Chapter completed!