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Chapter 1365 My Daughter-in-Law Is a Sick NPC (62)

The moment Ye Musheng wanted to open his eyes, Yan Luo would appear beside him, or he would leave the virtual world and enter reality, but reality is always cruel.

Standing by the stream in a white shirt, with long silver hair loosely scattered on the shirt, Ye Musheng stared at the stagnant stream under his feet, while holding the jade flute tightly, a trace of loneliness and helplessness flashed across his eyes.

The whole world is still the same as it was before going to sleep, except for myself, nothing has changed.

"Hey..." Ye Musheng sighed deeply as her smooth and white jade feet lightly stepped on the stagnant water, and walked aimlessly along the direction of the stream.

It's really lonely and boring to be here alone, and I don't know when the game system will be restored.

Walking and walking, Ye Musheng didn't know what to think of, suddenly stopped, raised his arms slowly, narrowed his eyes and locked on his fair wrist.

The system says that it is possible to leave the virtual world, but it doesn't know how to do it.

Since the game is set to belong to the big boss, I have never died in the game. If I die in the game, is it possible to suddenly go to the real world?

Thinking of this possibility, Ye Musheng called the system and expressed his thoughts: "System, do you think I will leave here if I commit suicide?"

As Ye Musheng's voice fell, the system's cold voice soon sounded in Ye Musheng's mind.

[This is a serious question, because this system doesn't know either.But you can try the host, anyway, you are an NPC, you can be resurrected after death. 】

"Hmm..." Ye Musheng responded lightly, and glanced around, seeing that there was still no movement, he sacrificed the sharp knife at the top of the jade flute.

Since you can be resurrected after death, try it, even if it doesn't work, it's better than standing here stupidly.

However, directly inserting the heart seems to die faster than cutting the wrist...

Thinking of this, Ye Musheng moved his gaze back from his wrist, looked down at his chest, and tightly clenched the jade flute in his hand. Although his expression was indifferent, there was a trace of determination in his eyes.

Immediately, Ye Musheng quickly raised his arm, and thrust the jade flute that had been injected with internal force hard into his heart!

The moment the sharp knife penetrated into the flesh and bone and reached the heart, the chill mixed with pain hit violently, and the blood overflowed continuously, like a bright flower blooming on the white shirt!

Clenching the end of the jade flute tightly, Ye Musheng's eyelashes trembled, his face turned pale, his thin body swayed weakly, but he didn't make a sound of pain.

"I hope this is useful..." The bright red blood slowly overflowed as Ye Musheng's teeth opened slightly, staining the light-colored lips red, adding a bit of seductiveness to Ye Musheng's too deserted face.

Since Ye Musheng was not a player of the game, he couldn't lower his perception, this heavy knife was the same as in the real world.

Therefore, when Ye Musheng pulled out the jade flute, blood quickly spread from the wound, and at a speed visible to the naked eye, it quickly dyed Ye Musheng's original white clothes red.

And at this time, Ye Musheng couldn't hold on any longer, the jade flute slipped from his hands, the silver-haired clothes fluttered, and he fell powerlessly onto the hard water.

(End of this chapter)