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Song Xi was woken up by the freeze, like being stuffed into an ice cellar. He opened his eyes and found himself lying on the grass with ants crawling on his clothes.

    Song Xi jumped up to shake off the ants, and found that the surrounding trees were overgrown, and the branches were tightly covered, which was extremely depressing.

    Suddenly remembering the sound of the system before the coma, Song Xi poked out the system and asked, "What are you doing? Where is this?"

    System: "Timeline jump, in the woods."

    Song Xi was speechless: "You play strong buying and strong selling?"

    System: "Obviously I gave you time to choose, dear (^v^)."

    Song Xi: "..." That's also called time to choose? Even if you take the high-speed rail to the station, you still have to stop for two minutes!

    The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, Song Xi moved his wrist, only to realize that he was holding a small knife tightly in his hand, the one that fell out of the picture frame.

.Connecting things together, Song Xi suddenly had a bold idea, and asked unsurely, "...Isn't this the tool that killed the Demon King?"

    The system said: "Yes dear (^v^)!"

    Song Xi choked, unable to believe: "So I am now..."

    The system took over the words: "Two months later, come on, dear ^v^!"

    "..."

    Song Xi's hands are itchy, and he wants to beat people, oh no, beat the system!

    Breathing heavily, he looked around, the forest was very wide, he thought about finding a piece of land and digging a hole to bury the knife.

    Just halfway through the excavation, the system reminded very inappropriately: "Discarding the props directly determines that the mission has failed, and will immediately withdraw from this small world."

.Song Xi's digging hand stopped for a moment, sharpened his back molars viciously, and picked up the knife without a scabbard.

    System: "You can keep it for you temporarily."

    Song Xi got up and spread out his hands, with a look of disgust: "Take it away!"

    The system took away the props, and Song Xi hum hum burried the pit back again, patted the mud on his hands, but it was not clean, so he simply rubbed it on the weeds.

    He spun around in the woods like a headless fly, but the system couldn't stand it any longer, so he pointed out the way.

    Song Xi walked in the direction pointed by the system. After about ten minutes, he walked from the woods to a path. The roadside was covered with wild bracken trees.

    After walking along the path for a few more minutes, Song Xi couldn't help rubbing his arms. He didn't know if it was an illusion. The more he walked forward, the colder he felt.

.Rubbing his hands, Song Xi simply trotted, and after a while, he ran to the end of the path. He braked suddenly and stood upright, watching the scene in front of him in horror.

    What appeared in front of him were crumbling ruins, moss covered the collapsed walls, the roses in the center of the yard had long since withered, and only a shadow could be found in the yellow branches, without any vitality.

    "This is, the old castle?" Song Xi hesitated, even if two months had passed according to the system, it should not have been ruined like this.

    Just thinking about it, a slightly familiar voice suddenly came from behind: "Liu... Liu Yang?"

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