Crazy host loves sickly

When Little Biscuit went back to check this time, he met a group of big shots, real big shots.

Being surrounded by a group of top handsome men and beautiful women with weird smiles on their faces was really uncomfortable.

"Feelings appear? Haha, really interesting~" The man in purple robe smiled charmingly.

"Qian, why don't you have this ability~" The purple-robed man approached the white-robed man and hugged his neck.

"Do you want to experience the feeling of death?" The man in white robe smiled as gently as jade, his eyes full of teasing.

"No, no, I can't handle Xi's little fights, so let's forget about yours."

"Teng, how come you are going backwards as you grow older?" The woman in the platinum robe teased, turning her head and smiling so charmingly that even the most charming man could not resist the slight curl of her lips.

Little Biscuit didn't dare to move at all, for fear that he would displease the adults and disappear with a wave of his hand.

Woo woo woo, life is difficult.

Biscuit didn't care what they just said.

After being admired, it was sent back to headquarters.

The emergence of emotions is both a good thing and an extremely dangerous thing for a system.

The system's database is very comprehensive and growing. If it is misled by someone with ulterior motives, it may bring irreparable danger to the Three Thousand Worlds.

"417, top-level system, can make you a god, are you sure you have feelings?"

"Do you know that you don't have enough merit to have emotions right now? You may not even have the five senses."

The man opposite the little biscuit looked at the little biscuit in the transparent mechanical chamber and raised his handsome eyebrows.

"I know." Little Biscuit was listless. The system was divided into levels, and the level system was very strict. Systems could even devour each other to upgrade.

After swallowing, the data of the swallowed system will disappear, and it is difficult for the system to become a real god. The best is a demigod.

To become a god through the system, one needs not only a huge amount of points but also merits.

Obviously, the small system in front of us does not have this capability.

"What is your host's name and the world number you are in."

There are so many worlds in the Three Thousand Worlds that numbers alone are obviously not enough, so letters and some characters unique to foreign lands are used to distinguish them.

"Su Xi, the world number is: Chu Shang A130."

The man opened a transparent object and began to examine it, and his expression suddenly changed.

I cursed in my heart, these bad-hearted people sold my lovely little system.

"Hehe, you're fine. Having feelings might be your opportunity." Indeed, meeting that ancestor, I don't know whether it is good or bad.

After some inspection, the cookies were sent back.

"Just now, was there a top-level system here?"

A group of scientific researchers in white clothes gathered together.

"Top-level system? Ah, I really want to see it. That's A-level, and there aren't many of them."

"Who says it's not true? There are only a few top-level systems, and even G-level systems are rare."

"It seems that we are too weak."

"These small systems above G seem to have a group, but unfortunately we can't get in."

Those who were speaking were all R&D personnel working in the System Bureau. They were once people from the Three Thousand Worlds. For various reasons, they were extremely talented but tired of life.

I came here after I died. It is a magical place. There is no intrigue and no disgusting people.

The people here take many things lightly, but they are also crazy and have created many strange systems.

Helping people in the three thousand worlds is not just out of kindness, but also to add to the fun.

Gradually they became obsessed with this work and forgot everything that happened before.

It turns out that there really are gods in this world, and they saved them...