Host special pet

Chapter 188 What is Home?

One night passed, and the air smelled fresh and earthy after the heavy rain.Eighteen people in the bamboo hut lay on the floor in all sorts of messes and vegetables, and all of them fell asleep lying on the ground without taking off their wet clothes.

Until noon, everyone woke up not from hunger, but from cold.

It was Jin Yu who woke up first. He was a human being and a newcomer. He didn’t have those who were either cultivators or long-time executors in exchange for certain skills. Before the mission started, these skills would not fail, so the ability to resist are better than him.

He trembled so much that he walked out of the door to have a look.

There are snowflakes floating in the sky, not big, like drizzle.

"It's snowing?" He murmured to himself in a low voice, but everyone woke up suddenly. The clothes on his body were already dry, because they were wet and stiff, and it was uncomfortable to stick to the body.

It's just that everyone didn't pay attention at the moment, and went outside one by one, watching the weather that changed overnight.

"Yesterday was fine, why is it winter today?" The person who spoke was No. 3 executor, a girl in her early twenties with two ponytails, holding a beige folding fan in her hand and beating the other hand carelessly. The palms of the hands and the cheeks are slightly plump, giving people a feeling that they are very gregarious wherever they go.

NPC No. 3 is a very seductive male image, standing beside her, his eyes are rolling around, it seems that his nerves are not normal.

No. 4 was an honest-looking middle-aged man, holding a light black folding fan in his hand behind his back. Hearing No. 3's words, his lips moved a little, trying to say something, but he didn't speak in the end.

No. 2 glanced at No. 4. Before becoming the host, the soul would return to the moment when the body's appearance was at its peak. Generally, those who had no special requirements would retain the time when they were youngest and had the highest appearance.

This No. 4 actually keeps his appearance at the age of 50 or [-], either because he has special significance, or because he has special hobbies, or because he doesn't value his appearance very much.

However, the NPC next to him is a stunner, so it's hard to say that he doesn't value appearance.

"It looks like the game is about to start." No. 2 withdrew his eyes from looking at it, and laughed, his face full of disdain.The folding fan in his hand, which was grayer than No. 4, swiped open in front of him, shaking it in front of him not afraid of the cold.

"Hmph, I've been waiting for a long time." No. 5, who was also a beige folding fan, said so innocently. She was wearing a baby doll dress, with golden curly hair and a small hat. The little princess who is going to attend afternoon tea.

And her NPC looks like a handsome uncle, with a tense expression on his face and an unsmiling look.

Qingliu glanced at them, and her eyes fell back on An Zhe, full of obsession.She didn't love An Zhe for no reason, nor did she like him for no reason, she was his accompanying host.

But she has been here for so many years, and An Zhe didn't look at her directly when she came out.

And everything is Yang Mo's fault!If it weren't for her!How could I fall like this!
Qiuqiu put her coat on Yang Mo's body, she was the last to come out, she was still flying in the air, passed through the crowd to the snow field, slowly raised her hand to catch some snowflakes, her voice was not warm, Mumu looked at the crowd The fairway: "It's snowing."

No matter where it is, the NPC can feel the environment is warm and cold, it can be cold, and it can also be hot. Although seeing No. 9's coat draped on his own NPC, he didn't feel anything.

An Zhe looked at her in a daze, and the NPC beside him knew that his host was thinking about that woman again, so Zuo inadvertently said, "Why is the partner of No. 9 flying in mid-air all the time? Is it from the Ghost King's department?"

The warmth on Qiuqiu's face cracked, and she pursed her lips in silence.An Zhe glanced at his NPC sideways, and said to the ball, "No wonder."

Guessing about department matters is a fact that executives often do among themselves. Once they know what department the other party is in, they can guess what means they will use, and only in this way can they take precautions.

Qiuqiu shook his head slightly, expressing that it was okay, and nodded to him again to express his thanks.

"Don't catch a cold." The warm voice made all the executors tremble.

It's too gentle, so gentle that I can't even imagine how he became the host, and I think something must have happened to make him collapse.

Even An Zhe, who has been in this world for almost 100 years, couldn't help being moved by this voice.

No. 9 was too clean, especially those crystal-clear eyes that couldn't see a trace of calculation. He couldn't imagine what Yang Mo had done at that time to make such a clean person desperate to the extreme, even the system detected Come, pull to be the host.

He didn't dare to think about it, and he didn't want to think about it. If it was what he thought in his heart, it would really be nothing.

And he knew in his heart that if Yang Mo could do it, for the sake of the task, he could use all means, coercion and temptation, and he was good at making decisions, picking on the opponent's weakness.

When taking him down, why didn't he use all the means, one after another, every time he strikes, he grabs his weakest weakness, every move is fatal, every time he takes half his life.

I remember one time, Yang Mo was locked up after running away, and was sent to the emergency room that night.

Because she broke the mirror and cut the main artery in her neck with the shards, just a little bit!If it weren't for the Taoism in his world, he would really be dead.

If these methods are used to this clean and gentle man in front of him, let alone a normal person, he can't stand it, how can this gentle man like water be able to bear it.

madman!

An Zhe cursed secretly, not knowing whether he was scolding himself or Yang Mo. He couldn't tell the difference.

This is also one of the reasons why he loves and hates Yang Mo so much.

Yang Mo didn't move, but looked sideways at the door.

She also looked over, and the old man Shi came in slowly with a cane, his face was still amiable and smiling as always, "I didn't come to eat last night, everyone is hungry." Go to dinner and get angry.

"Today is the first day of the Lunar New Year. It is your first year here, and it is also your first day. Welcome to the 'home' of the first examination room."

"Home?" Everyone said the word in unison, and home was already very vague to them.

The home in the previous life is fragmented, the home in the small world is the home of others, and the home in the main space is only you.

So what is home?

Some people have preconceptions, including An Zhe, the first thing that comes to mind is unity.

The topic this time is 'Unity'.

But Yang Mo and Qiuqiu are both at a loss, home?
What is home?
Qiuqiu is an NPC, it doesn't understand, it just knows where the host is.

Yang Mo couldn't even remember her past life. She vaguely remembered the last time she had a quarrel with her master, and something came to her mind that she had a father-in-law.

For home, she is more confused than anyone else.

But in her heart, she felt inexplicably uncomfortable.She didn't know what it was, and seemed to long for something.

The mood became complicated for a while, and he stared blankly at the old man Shitou, as if he wanted to ask for an answer.

(End of this chapter)