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  Chapter 1 Eighty-zero Need for Sister-in-Law (1)

  Xu Yin slowly opened her eyes.

  The entry was an old-fashioned cotton-gauze mosquito net with patches and yellow spots.

  Through the roof, it is the roof of the rafters, and you can even see the mottled light and shadow of the sun shining through the cracks of the tiles.

  Looking back at the memories of the original body that had been merged during the coma, she pressed her sore scalp, somewhat fortunate and somewhat depressed.

  She knew she was wearing it again.

  After all, once it is born, it is cooked twice.

  She was taken through the assisted living system.

  It was originally an unremarkable black jade pendant, which was given to her by the name of her grandmother when she was dying.

  Wear it for many years without finding anything special.

  It was not until the second year of the second year that I went to the top of the mountain with my roommate to watch the Leonid meteor shower. When I came back, I got rained and had a fever. After two days, the fever subsided, but the black jade pendant disappeared without a trace.

  However, in the back of his mind, there was an inexplicable life assistance system that claimed to be from an advanced civilization.

  It's just that before I figured it out, I was brought into the world of thousands of novels by the system.

  She is still wearing a bad character set that she has complained about - the best cannon fodder.

  Before this time, she had passed through two small worlds one after another.

  The first small world is the troubled times of the Republic of China.

  She was very confused at the time, so she thought about how to leave the novel world and go home. As a result, she didn't keep up with the rhythm of the task release by the exhaust system, and she was confused as cannon fodder like the plot in the book.

  Die old and miserable.

  The pain and despair before his death seemed to be carved into his bones. Thinking back on it so far, I still shivered with chills all over my body.

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