Quick Transmigration: Straight Man Fails Again

Pure white system space, as always monotonous.

Lin Jinan sits cross legged and checks the balance of the account.

1.6 million points, more than his budget.

Lin Jinan touched his chin, and he couldn't close his mouth with a smile. "Your God is so generous."

The system hummed with pride. It still had photos in its hand, and could not wait to share it with the host.

"How handsome this man is, Lord?" Lin Jinan looks at the man's ambiguous side face and praises against his heart.

I'm afraid the pixels with such a high paste are shot by a camera.

The system is crazy face, the tone adores, "the LORD God is a beautiful man, if only he could see himself."

There is only such a picture in the hands of the system, which was downloaded from the official website of the headquarters. It is said that this advanced system was secretly taken during the meeting.

What to do? It also wants to be an advanced system.

"Brother Tong, don't look at me like that. I'm afraid." Lin Jinan's hair is up, he was given high expectations.

"Mr. Lin, if you have enough rest, let's start the next task." With a higher goal, the system is bound to become one of the highest level systems.

Lin Jinan shivers in the corner, and tongge, like a salted fish, is about to turn over. Then, the one who is madly enslaved will be poor, weak and helpless.

……

The earth is vast and boundless. At a glance, there is no grass.

In the distance, there were a few quacks. The black winged crows stayed on the dry branches, and their eyes were spinning.

At this time, it was already dark, and there was a mysterious silence all around. The cold wind blew and rolled up the dust and sand on the ground.

"Tong Ge, what's the situation?" Lin Jinan got dirty things in his eyes and couldn't open them. His tears went down in Balabala.

His face was full of wet mud, one by one, some of which had been dried out, and his fingers could not be picked off.

"Mr. Lin, this place is similar to the primitive world. Your task is to reclaim 500 mu of wasteland." The tone of the system was excited. It seemed that he saw the integral point in his hand, flashing a golden light. "So, Mr. Lin, start farming today."

Farming or something, just do it down to earth. This task is so simple.

Lin Ji Nan, whose limbs are not diligent and whose grains are indistinguishable, touches his sunken cheek and his belly is empty. He sings an empty city plan.

The original Lord was a fugitive from famine. The tribe where he lived respected the strong. The weak have always been unable to distribute food. They can only live on the withered fruit in the forest.

Even if you don't have enough to eat every day, the owner who struggles at the bottom will be bullied by the men in the tribe. Weak body can not carry strong and powerful fist, often close to the edge of death.

Lin took a breath. He took off his clothes and checked them. He was so thin that his ribs were protruding. White skin, full of blue and purple scars, some of the marks have become black, the wound fester, purulent stink.

Lin Jinan in the system mall, bought wound medicine, cold green paste daub to the wound, with the naked eye speed of rapid recovery.

"Brother Tong, look at the map for me. Is there a place to take a bath around?" Lin Ji Nan stood up and stepped barefoot on the ground.

The original owner had no shoes to wear. He had been barefoot for a long time. A thick cocoon was born on the sole of his feet. He didn't feel any pain when he stepped on the gravel.