Cannon Fodder Counterattack Investigation System

After the meal, Zhou Ziruo walked out of the cafeteria with a few people, and Qiu Cailing suddenly said to him, "What are you doing with us?"

"I, I..." Zhou Ziruo turned his head and answered elsewhere.

Qiu Cailing mistook Zhou Ziruo for deliberately ignoring her, and was very upset: "New students take basic courses!"

Zhou Ziruo asked Lu Lixiao, "Aren't you going with me?"

Qiu Cailing said: "Senior brother has important matters, how can I have time to accompany you to the basic class?"

Zhou Ziruo looked at Lu Lixiao pitifully, Lu Lixiao raised his hand and rubbed his head: "Come to me anytime if you have any trouble."

Qiu Cailing's complexion was even worse.

So Zhou Ziruo parted ways with the others, and went alone to Wenxin Hall to find a disciple named He Yu.

The surrounding area of ​​Wenxin Hall is a new area of ​​activity. Everyone is wearing the most basic student clothes, with a silly and cute face, not like Qiu Cailing with eyes on the top of her head, not as serious as Wei Heng, and not as serious as Feng Jing Arrogant, Zhou Ziruo is in a much lighter mood.

He Yu is a little fat man who is a head shorter than Zhou Ziruo. Zhou Ziruo originally picked up Mengxin and asked where He Yu was, and the little fat man ran towards him, facing the scorching sun. Zhou Ziruo saw him The flesh on the face is bouncing up and down like "DuangDuang" in slow motion during running.

The little fat man is an honest little fat man, who was fooled by Zhou Ziruo into "Junior Brother Zhou", and not only that, but also ordered all the newcomers not to call Zhou Ziruo "Junior Brother".

Zhou Ziruo asked He Yu: "Brother He, what class do you have today?"

"Taking classes? Oh, Junior Brother Zhou is talking about basic courses!" He Yu smiled and opened a notebook, and read: "In the first half a year, chopping firewood, carrying water, growing vegetables, doing laundry, sweeping, and feeding chickens... "

"Stop, stop, stop!" Zhou Ziruo crossed his hands, "Are you sure Qingyang Mountain is a sect of cultivating immortals and not a restaurant??"

He Yu's eyes were squeezed into a line by the fat, and he tried to open his eyes, and taught earnestly: "Junior Zhou, the basic courses are training to strengthen your physique. Don't underestimate these daily activities. After a year or so, these daily activities can improve your physical fitness. Get your body strong and strong!"

Feeding chickens can strengthen a woolen physique, brother! Besides, you are very unconvincing when you say these words with your fat body, okay? ?

The door rules are the door rules, regardless of Zhou Ziruo's will, after realizing that there is only one way ahead, Zhou Ziruo decisively chose among these items that he was extremely disdainful just now—feeding chickens. Although the daily activities will not allow him to just feed the chickens forever, let's talk about the future.

On the way to the chicken pen, Zhou Ziruo reprimanded Lu Lixiao a hundred times in his heart. Of course, Lu Lixiao knew that the so-called basic courses were just manual labor. Since Liu Nanqin had arranged his courses to be managed by Lu Lixiao, Lu Lixiao could definitely let him learn immortal arts directly! He must have done it on purpose!

The basic course will last for a year and a half, and it will be extended according to personal circumstances. Zhou Ziruo is not interested in feeding chickens for a year and a half. If he wants to learn the art of immortality, he will not be able to count on it. Fortunately, he still has a system. As long as you reach level 10, you can unlock skills. But there is still a long way to go to level 10 points, he has to find a way to get points.

Thinking of this, Zhou Ziruo was puzzled. According to the urine nature of the system, the task has not yet been released. Isn't Qingyang Mountain a plot point?

【Ding! The side mission "The Disaster of the Pheasant" is open, do users accept it? 】

Say everyone is here. Zhou Ziruo chose "Yes".

The chicken pens in Qingyang Mountain are quite spectacular. If you think about how much meat such a large-scale sect eats every day, you can know how many chickens are raised in the chicken pens.

Zhou Ziruo stood outside the chicken coop, watching the people in it jumping around like another world, so he decided to finish the side mission first. He looked around looking for people who had encountered difficulties, but found nothing. At this moment, a "cuckoo" approached, and as soon as he turned his head, a huge body fell on his face.

Zhou Ziruo fell straight on his back amidst the sound of the wings flapping. He couldn't believe that he was thrown down by a chicken!

"Junior Brother, are you alright?" A male disciple covered in chicken manure helped Zhou Ziruo up.

Zhou Ziruo stared blankly at the old hen that stepped on his face and ran away. He could swear that the moment the chicken bumped over just now, he saw a sinister light in its eyes!

...The protagonist of the branch line is that chicken, shall I go?

"There is chicken for lunch today, and the kitchen asked us to send the chicken there as soon as possible. We don't have enough manpower and are in a hurry. Junior brother, are you okay?"

"Brother, I'll help you catch chickens!" Zhou Ziruo rushed into the chicken coop, turning a blind eye to the chickens sitting down to rest after running tired, and went straight to the old hen.

The old hen's eyes flashed, and she let go of her vigorous chicken legs and ran. Whenever Zhou Ziruo was about to catch up with it, it would sneer and turn around to let Zhou Ziruo catch up.

This chasing and fleeing lasted all morning, and the other disciples caught enough chickens for the kitchen. Zhou Ziruo just sat on the ground with his head full of chicken feathers. Not far away, the old hen also had only half of its wings drooping. Life.

As a person who didn't catch a chicken but caused a **** storm in the chicken coop, Zhou Ziruo voluntarily stayed to clean the chicken coop. The others carried the chicken coop to the kitchen. Zhou Ziruo looked at the old hen when he saw that they were all gone.

Xiaobian can really run! Obviously just a chicken.

The old hen also panted and looked at him: You are not bad either.

Zhou Ziruo is very strange, this old hen has already escaped the fate of being made into braised chicken today, why the reward from the system has not yet come?

The chicken stood up and walked towards him crookedly, with deep brilliance in its eyes, "Boy—" Zhou Ziruo's exclamation was blocked by the chicken wings, "Don't bark!"

Zhou Ziruo nodded, and the chicken wings moved away.

The old hen flicked its wings sullenly, and Zhou Ziruo's face was turned aside, "I'm not a chicken demon! I'm a human!"

Zhou Ziruo ignored the fact that he was slapped by a chicken, and was so shocked: "Are you also the one who was harmed by this cheating system?"

Zhou Ziruo burst into tears. Emma, ​​finally found an organization! It turned out that he wasn't the worst one, he was transmigrated into a viviparous mammal after all, but this buddy was transmigrated into an oviparous animal!

"Sister Hen, did you really wear it?"

"Don't call me hen, let alone sister! I'm a man, a man!" The old hen flapped its wings and jumped violently.

Zhou Ziruo silently looked at the small comb on the old hen's head.

The old hen said angrily, "It's the body of this chicken! The comb is naturally small, but it's a rooster! A rooster!"

"Mr. Hen, what task did the system issue to you? You won't be repeating it to me, right?"

The irritable rooster suddenly wilted, and his eyes flickered: "Ren, mission...? I, I don't have a mission..."

"No, yes, task, task?" Zhou Ziruo narrowed his eyes.

How could there be no mission? How could this cheating system not issue missions?

Zhou Ziruo held the chicken's neck and stared at him, "Are you really not a chicken demon?"

The rooster was sweating coldly: "No! Really not! You see, ABCDEFG, this is the international language of the 21st century—English!"

Pooh! That's only twenty-six letters!

"How did you get in here?"

The rooster was dripping with cold sweat, and his eyes were rolling. If Zhou Zi didn't give him time to think of an explanation, he squeezed the chicken's neck tightly: "Speak quickly!"

"Don't, don't, don't be impulsive, young man! I didn't harm you, so don't blame me. I don't know what's wrong with the server. I just modified the program and I was sucked into the game. I've been working as an old mother in Qingyang Mountain. The chicken has never left the chicken pen. No matter what happens to you, it is not my fault. You must not blame me. Impulse is the devil, the devil!"

The rooster uttered a lot of heartfelt words like peas, and before he had time to change his breath, the two big characters "bad" hit the top of his head.

On a whim, he actually revealed his identity that should not be revealed!

Zhou Ziruo let go, the rooster fell to the ground, trembling all over and looked up. Zhou Ziruo pointed at him word by word: "Play, play, make, make, group!" As soon as the words fell, he rushed forward and pinned him to the ground.

"Young man! Impulse is the devil!" The rooster cried out under Zhou Ziruo's ravages, "You have turned into a human being, brother, but I have turned into a chicken!"

"Crossed into a human hair! The young master is dressed as a fox, or just a useless cannon fodder NPC fox! The cannon fodder fox should receive lunch in Qingyang Mountain. Can you understand the pain in my heart!! Asshole production team! I will pluck your hair and make you into chicken soup!"

"Then you can't kill me! I'm a member of the production team! I can help you avoid risks!"

Makes sense!

Zhou Ziruo held the rooster by its neck and lifted it up: "Tell me, how can I go home?"

"Cough, cough...can you catch it in another place? I'm going to be out of breath...cough cough..." The rooster looked like it was about to stop eating.

Zhou Ziruo grabbed his two chicken wings instead.

The rooster coughed twice, twisted the rooster's neck, and said clearly: "That... you can't go back. You were in the original world... already dead!"

The author has something to say:

I changed the copywriting when it was useless, so please don’t make complaints about it carelessly. . .

In addition, my heart to change the name of the article is not dead. With my poor imagination, I changed a few and showed it to my friends. The friend comforted me very tactfully. . .

I haven't given up yet. . .