Xiao Lin of the apocalypse system

Chapter 2

After being silent for a long time, 003 gave up on himself and said, "Okay, it's me, so what!"

Xiao Lin pursed her lower lip, didn't speak, and looked very gloomy. Feeling the irritability in her heart, 003 couldn't help shivering.

Well, in fact, Xiao Linka lost her mind, because she didn't know what to do even if she identified it as her own.

Time passed by, and finally 003 couldn't hold his breath, "What are you going to do?"

Xiao Lin retorted reflexively, "I'm not Doubi, I'm Xiao Lin."

003 was choked by her, and said vaguely, "Ahhh, whatever is fine, just choose a specialty, it will do you no harm at all." 003 seemed to be a pyramid salesman at this moment, and started talking endlessly , "As long as you choose, you can get anything you want through a certain degree of labor! You humans like money and gold, as much as you want."

money!
Xiao Lin was overjoyed, and fell into depression before he could be happy, "Am I that idiot? Who said the end of the world just now?"

What do you need money for at this time, burning it for heating?
003's voice faltered, but he immediately retorted, "What about food and drink? After the apocalypse, all kinds of industrial chains will be broken, and you want to eat the wind and drink the dew?" As soon as the voice fell, 003 quickly became complacent, " Oh, I said an idiom, Emma is so handsome, so handsome, so handsome, so swollen!"

Under the cold rain, the burnt smell after the fire was still clearly discernible, and the raindrops fell, creating puddles.

She wants to live, no matter how hard it is, she wants to live.

Xiao Lin thought for a while, and confirmed again, "Can you change anything?"

003 desperately affirmed, "Yes, yes, including all kinds of weapons, medicines and supplies, only you can't think of them, and I can't change them without me, dear, and free shipping."

Xiao Lin nodded, ignoring this obviously abnormal brain, and once again carefully looked at the subtitles in his mind.

She is tone deaf and has no sense of rhythm, singing and dancing is definitely not possible;
As for those various musical instruments, Xiao Lin had never even touched them;

cooking?Textile?Figure skating?

What a mess!

The veins on Xiao Lin's forehead twitched, and he asked uncertainly, "Who are you going to show this to in the last days?"

"Hmph, blue star people with fish lips," 003 said proudly, "we are the interstellar network, in the vast universe, there are countless planets like our BT250, A/V606, etc., please don't continue to show me The Blue Stars have a pitifully narrow vision, thank you for your cooperation."

Xiao Lin chose while listening, and before it finished speaking, he had already determined his goal: writing.

This is the only thing that can barely be called a specialty.

Sensing Xiao Lin's intentions, 003 asked, "Are you sure it's writing?"

Xiao Lin hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "En."

"Okay, the host profession is bound, and the system is turned on."

The light screen disappeared, and two big golden characters crashed into Xiao Lin's mind: Writer!

Xiao Lin was slightly taken aback, and was silent for a moment, "I am not."

003 introduced cheerfully as if he hadn't heard it, "Okay, writer Xiao Lin, please work hard to survive!"

survive.

Xiao Lin buried his head in checking the dirty backpack, and was relieved to see that the contents inside were only crushed and not damaged.

The world is in chaos, and her other luggage has long been buried somewhere, and she doesn't even need to look for it.

003 said very thoughtfully, "The writer Xiao Lin, it has been six hours and 38 minutes since the meteorite fell, and the first zombie will be ushered in in seventeen hours and 22 minutes. It is recommended to choose a temporary shelter to concentrate on writing in exchange for basic strength. Potion!"

As the last syllable fell, Xiao Lin had an extra silver board with a size of about 20*15cm. It was about the same size as a notebook, but it was very thin, only the thickness of two coins stacked together.

"what is this?"

(End of this chapter)