But Shixiong Doesn’t Want To Be A Villain!

Behind the teleportation formation is a darkness.

Bai Fanlu vaguely felt that this feeling seemed a bit familiar.

Didi: "This is a dubbing copy. It is a reminder that the host does not need to take any action. Follow the red-letter character lines in the lower right corner, combined with the situational notes for dubbing, and you can pass the game without any errors."

Didi: "If there is an error, the scene will be restarted. There is no limit to the number of times, but the copy time will be extended. Please be aware of the host."

Dubbed copy? It sounds a bit interesting, and it's like a language test. Bai Fanlushu adjusts his mentality. He must pass the customs once and get the peerless magic weapon as soon as possible.

Just thinking about it, a small frame appeared at the bottom right of the field of vision, and a few silver characters appeared on it.

Prologue · Dark Source.

The word disappeared with a flash of light, and there was a sense of seeing a blockbuster immersively on the scene.

And the words that suddenly sounded like a movie narration, with plot subtitles appearing at the same time.

The heaven and the earth are beginning to open, distracting the two realms of the spirit and the human being, the fresh air rises, and the muddy air sinks. The **** of creation is nameless, hides the dark source, uses the body to determine the light and darkness, and never enters the world again, and remains like a day for ten thousand years until

The depressed space, the silent atmosphere, and the darkness beyond sight, seem to be alone, where time is still.

The system said that he did not need to act on his own. Bai Fanlu relied on his feelings, his body seemed to be walking forward, there was no ground under his feet, he seemed to be stepping in the air, but he would not fall down.

Gradually, a vague white shadow appeared at the end of the field of vision.

He was heading in that direction. He obviously didn't look far away, but he didn't know how long he walked before he got a little closer to the white shadow, but he still couldn't see clearly, only that he was slightly in his own form.

Suddenly the white shadow moved slightly, throwing something out, and in a flash of golden light.

After his eyes adjusted to the light, Bai Fanlu took a closer look, and it turned out that it was an ancient mirror, not dust!

"Finally created... the man is in the dust, not the dust."

Bai Fanlu heard a somber and clear voice, very recognizable, with some unique vicissitudes of life, but it was very nice, and hearing this sentence, Bai Fanlu was shocked at the same time.

Creation is not dust, then this white shadow is...Creation God?

Naturally, he was in awe, and Bai Fanlu wanted to see what this deity, who was born at the beginning of the world, looked like.

It's a pity that the body can't be manipulated, and all I see is an unclear white shadow.

The God of Creation and Gu Jing faced each other, Bai Fanlu waited for a long time, and heard him smile slightly.

"It seems like this... I can't remember..."

The next moment Bai Fanlu felt that he was being pulled by some invisible force, and he moved away from the dust, and blinked again, he was already standing in front of the group of white shadows.

"From now on you will be the mirror image created by me."

Chuangshi Shen whispered to himself, "What name should I give you?"

Bai Fanlu realized that there was a mirror like frosted glass in front of him.

So is he in the dust? Become a mirror image created by God of Creation? Isn't he

"It's okay to call it Jiuli, the people of Jiuzhou, the world, how about it?"

"..."

"Huh?" Chuangshi Shen said again, "forget that you are not conscious now...Let me teach you some basic speech principles."

With that said, the God of Creation seemed to move his hands, and Bai Fanlu felt a little white light floating in front of his eyes, and his forehead was hot.

"You don't need any other skills, as long as you can paint."

Chuangshi Shen said slowly, "Just draw some pictures for me, people, landscapes and things are all right... I haven't seen it for a long time, and I don't know what the world looks like now..."

Bai Fanlu understood now that it turned out that the creation **** created Mo Jiuli and gave him superb painting skills for this purpose.

It is no wonder that when Mo Jiuli dreamed of Mo Jiuli in a chess game, he would tell Qi Zhao that all the paintings he painted had been given away. It turned out to be given to the God of Creation.

But why didn't the Chuangshi God come out to see it by himself, and want to mirror it with a prosthetic hand? What's in this dark space? Must he stay here without leaving? Hearing what he said, it seemed that he had stayed for a long time.

"You still need an identity to go out."

"My ruined temple may not have been patronized for a long time. Yesterday, a woman came to me. She was separated from her child since she was a child. She had no choice but to ask for help."

"I'll do the calculation for her. Her youngest son is no longer alive. Why don't you let you do it for him, and also count her thoughts back."

"If she finds you, you will tell her that the **** who fulfilled her vows will give you the name ‘Jiu Li’."

After Chuangshi Shen raised his hand, Bai Fanlu's eyes suddenly brightened, and the darkness suddenly dissipated.

Looking around, the surrounding grass was lush, and the body was really a ruined temple. Human words were vaguely heard not far away, and then a woman in Chinese clothes and several servants hurried over.

After that, a long period of time was spent living in the palace, and Bai Fanlu became what people called the "Nine His Royal Highness", the Mo Jiuli who had appeared in his dreams.

The picture is framed, passing quickly in front of you, like a horse watching flowers.

When the flow of time suddenly slowed down, the scene before me turned into green mountains and green waters and blooming green trees.

Looking at the Yanliu Painting Bridge from the shore, you can see pavilions and pavilions everywhere.

Several bright words appeared in the lower right corner of the field of vision.

Act One · First acquaintance.

Bai Fanlu still remembers this dream.

The man in front of him was squinted, and the knife was slapped on the table.

But he can't move, just watch a good show, and wait for someone to save him.

I don't know that Qi Zhao

Bai Fanlu was just thinking about who would arrive. The rough-faced man in front of him was turned on his back, and Bai Fanlu himself was picked up by his waist and landed on a boat in the blink of an eye.

"Are you OK?"

This voice! Bai Fanlu's head was hot. Isn't this the emperor's attack sound of his male god's life?

Bai Fanlu couldn't control his body movements, but the man lowered his head and looked at him first.

I saw a tough and handsome face, a brilliant smile, and Hao did not hide his natural arrogance, he deserved to be the ancient Emperor Zhaohe.

Like Mo Jiuli whom Bai Fanlu had seen in the mirror, Qi Zhao and his reincarnated Yun Zhan did not look alike. It is no wonder that Xunhuang saw Yun Zhan and couldn't recognize him as an enemy.

Bai Fanlu paid attention to his vision, there were no so-called red lines, so it seemed that he didn't need to answer here.

The smile on Qi Zhao's face turned into surprise, "Are you actually a man?"

A line of red letters appeared below the field of vision, followed by brackets with a tone.

Bai Fanlu smiled lightly, "What do you think? Oh, thank you for your help, I have to go."

I felt a little flustered, but it seemed okay. I finally did a drama before, not completely blinded.

Bai Fanlu felt his body jump out of the cabin and jumped a few steps ashore.

"Hey! What's your name?" Qi Zhao shouted from behind.

"In the next Mo Jiuli, I will meet again." With this second sentence, it is more natural.

In fact, Bai Fanlu wanted to try to dub radio dramas, but he didn't have much confidence. After all, this is not a person's business, but now in the system, the others are all system NPCs, so there is no need for psychological pressure.

Unexpectedly, this last dungeon fulfilled him, and he still matched CP with the male god.

However, he thought his heart was like a deer, but the actual feeling was okay. The male **** seemed to be a better voice to him. He now has a mission in his body, and his heart is filled with another person.

Since it is the last, let's cheer for it as an experience! Bai Fanlu thought, secretly encouraging himself.

The scene in front of me is blurred, and a certain switch is completed.

A very long and very long story, rubbing its essence, just a few sentences, is the encounter.

And after meeting, it was acquaintance.

Bai Fanlu walks with Mo Jiuli in the world. His role is obviously less talkative. Bai Fanlu always pays attention to whether there is a line, for fear of missing a sentence.

Walked and stopped in front of a storyteller.

The story of the gifted scholar and beautiful woman just heard the beginning, and was slightly crowded around, someone interjected, "Do you like this?"

It was Qi Zhao, who was familiar with the tone, and he was not polite at all.

Without a line, it seems that you must remain silent at this time.

Bai Fanlu ignored him, and when the storyteller on the stage finished talking about the miraculous things, he disappeared.

Back at the residence, Mo Jiuli served as usual with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, recording all the prosperity of the market he saw today.

When the first painting was finished, there was a sudden breeze around him, and a large lala sat in a wicker chair, with a wanton attitude. A glance at it was considered suave.

Needless to say, it is Qi Zhao.

Bai Fanlu still has no lines.

He continued to ignore him, waiting for Mo Jiuli to finish painting one after another.

Qi Zhao waited while drinking tea. He was obviously living in someone else's residence, but he didn't regard himself as an outsider at all.

After each painting, Mo Jiuli would turn his head and glance at whether the person was gone.

But Qi Zhao was unconscious, he bent one long leg on the other knee, and smiled with one hand on the corner of his lips. His narrow eyes were half-squinted, and his eyebrows were slightly raised, making him look pure and dull.

At this time, Bai Fanlu finally had a line, "Your Excellency, something?"

"Didn't you say goodbye?"

"..." There is no more lines.

Bai Fanlu suddenly thought that it was possible that the God of Creation only taught Mo Jiuli the simplest interpersonal relationship, and Qi Zhao's behavior beyond common sense made him unable to cope with it, so this situation happened.

But then how did Mo Jiuli become like in his dream, feeling a bit black and shrewd, so that Qi Zhao can repeatedly jump his feet with anger?

"I have been with you for a few days, I can figure it out."

Qi Zhao patted his clothes, walked to the book case, picked up Mo Jiuli's painting and looked at it carefully, "Do you want to paint everything you see?"

Qi Zhao shook his head, "Your painting like this is too monotonous. Everything around here is mostly the same, and there are more fun and beautiful places to paint."

Bai Fanlu said, "Where to go?"

Qi Zhaolang smiled, "Nanjiang, North Desert, and West Shandong Sea are all good places. Do you want to see and see?"

The line below Mo Jiuli is, "...Yes." There are comments in parentheses, so I will answer after thinking.

After reading Bai Fanlu, thinking that Mo Jiuli was really like a piece of wood at this time, so he promised to go on a trip with an unknown person who had just met three sides and broke into a private house in the middle of the night?

Even Qi Zhao asked before he left, "I just showed up suddenly, are you afraid?"

Bai Fanlu replied calmly, "I'm not afraid."

It's no wonder that Mo Jiuli is not afraid. He has even seen the **** of creation and knows his origin and mission. Of course, he is fearless of these magical things.

At this time, the scene switches again, and the bottom right shows: Act One·First acquaintance, end.

Immediately afterwards, the second act · Into the heart.

Narrator: Mo Jiuli was taken by Qi Zhao and traveled between the sky and the north. No matter the natural scenery or the cultural scenery, he was included in his paintings without exception.

It was another day when he returned to the palace, Mo Jiuli used the mirror array to pass the paintings to the God of Creation.

"There is always this person in your recent paintings, who is he?" asked the God of Creation.

Bai Fanlu said to the line, "He said, his name is Qi Zhao."

"What's your identity?"

"I don't know, he didn't say."

Chuangshi Shen lifted up all the drawing papers and circled his body, spreading out the paintings, as if he was looking at the paintings.

Look at the mountains and rivers, and look at the people in the painting.

"It's no wonder that the things you paint recently have become more and more diverse. It turned out to be because of him, which is good and interesting."

Coming out of the mirror array, Bai Fanlu was thinking about the last words of Chuangshi Shen. He seemed to be interested in Qi Zhao.

In contrast, Mo Jiuli is still a piece of wood, so that Qi Zhao couldn't help but say, "It's been a year, and the total number of words between you and me is no more than ten sentences, and three of them are used most often."

"Which three sentences?"

Thanks to the character's few lines and plain tone, Bai Fanlu has already practiced and answered well.

Qi Zhao counted, "Okay, I don't know what to do."

Bai Fanlu glanced at the prompt and gave a dedicated "Oh".

Qi Zhao burst into laughter, "I almost forgot, there is still this word."

After this, he went to the creation of God.

"He said that you don't talk much with him?" Chuangshi Shen laughed, "but I don't know that it is because you have no real thoughts."

He pondered for a moment, "How about this, I have some of my spiritual knowledge with you, so that you can slowly open up your spiritual wisdom."

With golden light in the hands of the God of Creation, Bai Fanlu is wise and wise, so he can't feel any obvious changes.

But at this moment, he suddenly realized that Mo Jiuli's intelligence came from the God of Creation. Wouldn't it be equivalent to that he was a distraction of God of Creation?

Just like Yun Zhan made Xiao Liu out of dust, he is just a puppet before giving consciousness, and giving consciousness is equivalent to another him, after which he will face various taboos.

But if it were the creation of God, he should not be afraid of taboos since he made this mirror.

At this time, I listened to the God of Creation, "But if you do this... let me think about it again."

After a long time, the golden light was still sent over.

"Half of the spiritual sense can't affect the stability of this place, and I will know that Qi Zhao, just go and return quickly."

So the creation **** was curious about Qi Zhao, so he wanted to go out to see it in person? Bai Fanlu understood a little bit.

Narrator: Ever since Mo Jiuli started to use Lingzhi, he was the same as Qi Zhao at first, asking one answer or not answering one question, but then gradually, Mo Jiuli started to have some answers in addition to daily expressions. Qi Zhao was greatly relieved.

Qi Zhao, "I find that you have gained a lot of energy recently, not as dull as before."

Bai Fanlu said in his heart that it was because Mo Jiuli's inside had been replaced by the God of Creation.

But I still read the line, "I have lived in the deep palace for a long time, but I have no sense of humanity, but I have to travel these days with you, and I will always improve."

This sentence requires to be read slowly to show that it is still unfamiliar.

Qi Zhao smiled and said, "I'll just say I'm great, and I can make you bloom even if you are a piece of wood."

What a bad metaphor is this.

Bai Fanlu secretly complained, "Yes, you are great."

Qi Zhao smiled from ear to ear, "Your tone is not bad, but if I work hard, maybe you can learn to swear."

Well, thought Bai Fanlu, Mo Jiuli probably wouldn't want to learn to curse.

They continued to move forward, juggling and hawking along the way, and they met a sugar painter.

The next line jumped out, this time Mo Jiuli took the initiative to ask questions.

"what is that?"

Qi Zhao walked to him, "It's rare, the first time I saw you take the initiative to ask about these things."

"This is called the Sugar Man. You were not happy when I asked you to eat it before. If you are interested today, I will ask you again regardless of the prejudice, eat or not?"

Bai Fanlu looked at the lines and asked him to say in an awkward and expectant tone, "Eat..."

Qi Zhao laughed, "No problem!"

There was an extra sugar man in his hand, and the crystal clear sugar thread outlined the shape of a flat little fat pig.

Mo Jiuli lowered his head and took a bite.

Bai Fanlu seemed to be able to taste that taste too, sweet, not too annoying.

At this moment, Qi Zhao suddenly grabbed his hand and said anxiously, "You don't eat the sugar man like that. It won't be cute to bite off your head. You have to lick it and taste it slowly, just like this."

He also made a demonstration with the sugar man in his hand.

Of course, Bai Fanlu did not need a demonstration, but Mo Jiuli did. He did what he did, silently trying to do it.

Then, Bai Fanlu saw a line in the lower right corner, "What's wrong? Am I doing something wrong?"

The opposite Qi Zhao was looking at him, his eyes suddenly became deep, and a certain emotion was faintly revealed.

Bai Fanlu had seen this kind of emotion in Yun Zhan's eyes many times, and of course it was impossible to fail to recognize it.

His heart twitched. From then on, Qi Zhao fell in love with Mo Jiuli?

There are no lines at the bottom right, there is a large plot

Qi Zhao watched Mo Jiuli stick out his tongue and lightly licked the shiny sugar man, his breathing suddenly stagnated.

Having lived for so many years, I haven't seen any goddess in the sky and underground, but for the first time, the heartbeat speeds up against people, like a young man in the beginning of love.

Obviously I have known Mo Jiuli for a year and a half, but I don’t know why. I usually don’t seem to be a boring gourd with a vase and a good painting skill. At most, he is a recreational travel companion in the lower realms. Today, I suddenly described it as vivid and correct from the inside to the outside. Great appetite.

Qi Zhao is not Mo Jiuli, he knows about the matter before entering the world, so he knows what this mood means.

When Bai Fanlu saw this, he confirmed that he had only guessed, and Qi Zhao was tempted by Mo Jiuli.

And the next line is, "What are you looking at me doing like this?"

Qi Zhao smiled, "Look at you...you look good."

The second act·Into the heart, end.

The author has something to say: Sorry the little angels have been waiting for so long~

This copy will explain some ins and outs, mainly the mess left over from the previous life (doge)

The setting of the drama is to lay the foundation for hiahia to return to the real world later (is it a spoiler?)

But it’s not as long as the previous copy. It’s solved in three chapters.

Tomorrow morning at nine o'clock plus more