White lotus cultivation system

December, also known as late winter, last winter, and last winter, is the coldest time of the year.The torrential rain in the earlier days completely suppressed the last remaining heat in this southern port city.On this street that faintly smells of red plums, passers-by also put on thick clothes.

The stunning boy with skin as white as snow was wrapped in a beige half-worn cotton padded jacket, his ears exposed to the cold wind were red from the cold, the boy got off the bus, put his hands in the pockets of his jacket, and walked into the car. bank.

"Sorry, your personal account has been frozen."

Hearing this, the young man couldn't help but slightly frowned his delicate eyebrows. He nodded to the staff behind the window: "Understood, thank you."

"As you can see," the system's voice sounded: "This world will automatically repair the derailed plot."

When he walked out of the bank, there happened to be a civil aviation plane passing by in the sky. The rumbling sound caused the young man to raise his unusually beautiful face, and watched the plane go away quietly. He muttered, "Here we come..."

Nothing can be decided in one sentence.He felt the peeping eyes behind him, but walked nonchalantly without looking back.

There is always a reason for things to happen.

……

The family's passbook of more than 2 yuan was cashed out, and it was used to advance medical expenses. Most of it had been gone, and it was impossible to pay for the surgery.

The handsome boy pushed open the door of the ward with a food box, and the emaciated woman was lying on the bed, pressing her abdomen in pain.

He walked a few steps quickly, put the food on the small bedside cabinet, and stretched out his warm little hands to gently rub it for his mother.

"Don't pay attention to diet, don't pay attention to rest," the boy frowned, complaining and muttering: "Look at you, your stomach is perforated, and you're hurting now."

The beautiful woman gave a weak smile: "Yes, yes, my mother is not good, my little nagging."

"Mom," the boy raised his head and looked at the woman called mother seriously: "Recover well, don't think about anything, and you will get better soon."

He turned around and opened the food box, and brought out a bowl of hot radish porridge: "I quit that tiring job when I recover from the illness."

……

After taking care of his mother and going to sleep, the beautiful boy who had been running all day sat quietly on the bench beside the hospital lawn. The sky was getting dark, and the lights in the city began to light up. Some people said that December is the season of fireworks. There should be lights and festoons, but what he saw was the awe and tranquility unique to the hospital.

He took out the mobile phone from his pocket that he didn't know when it was turned off. After opening it, there was only one flashing battery left, and the buzzing vibration continued for a minute. Zhao Jiayan was full of dozens of text messages and missed calls. .

He sent a text message with the remaining power: "There are some things, but don't worry."

The other party replied almost instantly: "Where are you now?"

He was about to type, but the screen of the phone went black and the battery was completely dead.

He put away his mobile phone, put one well-shaped leg on the other, and relaxed on the back of the chair.

A pair of pointed leather shoes stood in front of him.

"There's not enough money to treat your mother, is there?"

The young man with a pretty face like an angel raised his head unsurprisingly, and a man in his 30s with a flirtatious face was looking down at him with a smile on his face: "I can pay for her surgery for you, would you like to come to my hospital?" What about working here?"

"Please be sure to accept this job," the system's voice sounded: "Li Mohuai had nowhere to go after his mother became seriously ill. At this moment, you received this job. It will be closely related to whether you can complete the plot mission."

Hearing this, a light flashed in his eyes. Although he didn't believe the promise of the man with the word kidnapper written on his face, he still nodded slightly towards him.

……

"I'm the boss here," the flirtatious man took the handsome boy by the hand and took him all the way around this huge bar: "I go to work at seven o'clock every night and finish at two o'clock. Your job is a waiter, and your salary is seven hours a month. Jie, the tip is your own, starting tomorrow, OK?"

"But I'm still underage..."

"It's okay," the flirtatious man showed a smile of unknown meaning: "There are many underage children working here to subsidize their families. Don't you want to treat your mother?"

Hearing this, the handsome young man couldn't help frowning slightly. Having lived abroad all year round, he knew exactly what this meant, but in the end he nodded: "Okay."

He walked out of the bar with a bag of work clothes and looked back - the name of the store "Red Forest", next to a line of fancy but low-key small words: homo-sexuality.

At this moment, the system's voice full of surprises sounded: "Please pay attention, there are new plot characters!"

"In the alley on your left, there is a brutal gang fight going on!"

Mr. Mercenary has already started to pull the zipper of the clumsy cotton coat (I can vaguely see the royal blue tights inside and the red underwear on the outside, is it an illusion?): "I'm going to save..."

"Put on your cotton-padded coat that highlights your spiritual temperament, what do you look like in broad daylight!" The voice of the system was full of hatred: "Please stand where you are and don't move, wait for three and a half minutes."

"Being crushed and beaten by more than a dozen people... that person has no ability to resist," he said worriedly, "wait for three and a half minutes before going there and still be alive?"

"Three-and-a-half minutes and half life left," the system said, "If you go early, the dozen or so people haven't left yet, and if you go late, they may not be able to save them. At this time, it's best for you to save them."

"If you really want to save him, it's better to go directly to those people now..."

"Shut up! I know what you want to say!" For a moment, he felt the system roaring in his ear: "I'm done! Please stop those horrible thoughts!"

"Remember! You are a! Flower! Soft! Weak! White! Lotus! Flower!"

He covered his ears in pain.

After a while: "How long?"

"Six seconds to go... Three, two, one, go."

He walked into the alley, and the dozen or so people who had the absolute advantage had already patted their buttocks and left, leaving only a bloody figure on the ground motionless.

The stunning young man in white walked a few steps quickly, knelt down in front of this person, and patted the person's face with his hand: "How are you?"

"Congratulations on triggering the first ring of the story mission [Han Yi] - the Virgin Mary White Lotus!"

"This half-dead guy lying on the ground like a dead dog is named Han Yi. He grew up in an orphanage without a father or a mother. He was 16 years old and came to a different world. Oh no, society. The brutal method made him achieve something quickly, and then he was suspected by the boss (yes, these two words can sum up everything), and sent someone to beat him to death. He was framed and besieged. Almost hiccupped in the alley."

"..." Why is this person so familiar...

"What you need to do is to revive him. When he can be alive and kicking, you will complete the task."

"That's easy," the beautiful boy stood up and walked towards the public phone booth outside the alley.

"Wait, what are you going to do?"

"Call an ambulance."

"No!" the system said: "You don't even look at his identity! If you send him to the hospital, let alone whether he will be arrested by the police. Once the boss who wants to kill him knows that Han Yi is not dead, he won't." Let it go!"

"That's right..." He scratched the back of his head in a nonchalant manner.

"Oh, your size! Take your claws off!" the system said bitterly, "Do you want me to remind you what to do again?"

"...you'd better just say it straight."

"...Bring him home and heal him with your own hands."

"This...not to mention that I don't have a license to practice medicine, and I only know some battlefield first aid techniques. If I can't be cured..." He said embarrassingly: "It will be a problem even if he is taken back, if his spine is injured , I can't move him casually."

"Hehe," before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the cold and noble laughter of the system: "You are a white lotus, why is it so difficult to get you for such a trivial matter?"

"Now, I will guide you to use a new white lotus skill. This skill is so powerful that it can be said to be almost a bug."