Transmigrating into a book: You are a cannon fodder, but you have to run away

Fortunately, the pills and spirit stones are not big.

The pill is about the same size as a black bean.

The spirit stone is as big as a jujube, so it doesn't look too out of place in your pocket.

As for why the pills and other things were not given to Feifei for temporary safekeeping.

She was afraid that the fat bird would eat her.

Looking at that round body, she reasonably suspected that it had gained weight by eating itself.

Giving the detoxification pill to a foodie is like throwing meat buns at a dog, and he will never come back.

Fei Fei naturally didn't know what Mo Ling was thinking.

When it heard Mo Ling's words, cold sweat broke out again.

Host, which wicked and smoking guy did you listen to?

Tell Feifei, I’m going to peck it to death.

This is a rumor, pure rumor.

【Host, we don’t make big promises. 】

[I am a money-making system. After completing the task, you will receive a considerable amount of wealth. It is absolutely a rumor that you can be resurrected.]

Fei Fei said that as the father of the system, he had never heard of any system that could revive the host after completing a task with the host.

"Oh."

Mo Ling was not too obsessed with resurrection.

She is a demon, an immortal being.

So, she just asked casually.

As for the reason,

It’s all the novel’s fault.

In the novel, isn't every host who is equipped with the system tricked into completing missions on the promise that they can be resurrected in the end?

"My job is to stick with him? And then, I get paid?"

【Yes. 】

Fei Fei nodded his bird head. Although he felt that what the host said was a bit strange, it seemed to be nothing wrong.

Mo Ling stroked his chin, a smile flashing in his eyes.

Although this system is said to be a money-making system, it always feels not serious.

The dishonest system and her lustful appearance are a perfect match.

"Okay, I get it."

Mo Ling let go of Fei Fei.

Fei Fei did not leave Mo Ling's palm immediately, but rubbed the palm of Mo Ling gently with its head, and then spread its wings and flew away.

As the father of the leader, the first rule is: No matter how many times the host abuses me, I will still treat him as my foster father.

(Just like the author, readers are mean to me, but I still treat you like a bully. Do I have it easy? I bite my handkerchief... boohoo)

【Come on, host. 】

Feifei wiped away the non-existent cold sweat again, flapped his little wings and finally survived from the clutches of the devil.

Feifei flapped his little wings a few times, and the time that had been stagnant returned to normal.

Everything returned to normal, and the previous time stagnation seemed to have never existed.

"what?"

Wu Lei couldn't help but be surprised.

Wasn't he standing next to Wen Qiye just now?

Why is he so far away from his good brother now?

When did he move here?

How come he has no impression?

A hint of surprise also flashed across Wen Qiye's face.

He couldn't help but reach out and touch his face.

Why does it feel like someone has pinched my face?

Mo Ling looked at Wen Qiye's slightly red cheeks and thought, this guy's face is really tender, it turns red with just a slight pinch, if in the future...

"Ahem, that..."

Mo Ling's voice attracted the attention of two people.

The careless Wu Lei came to Mo Ling and did not forget to take the grilled squid from her hand.

He picked up a bunch and started eating.

While eating, he didn't forget to praise.

"Mo Ling, your grilled squid is absolutely amazing."

"That has to be the case, just like it."

Mo Ling raised his chin with a little pride, indicating that anything produced by the devil must be of top quality.