Ye Luoli's Shadow Princess

The woman shook her head, then nodded. "The body is data, but the soul is not. Don't you think the character of 'Mo Yu' is too perfect? ​​His powerful magic is enough to fight against the strongest boss in this world. His charming personality is loved by almost everyone. His superhuman IQ can always come up with many countermeasures."

Mo Yu was very confused by the woman's strange behavior.

Isn't it good to have so many perfect personalities? In her previous life, she pursued this kind of person all her life. She was a perfectionist, so naturally she pursued perfection in everything.

Because he had doubts in his heart, Mo Yu asked out loud.

"I don't understand. Isn't this good?"

"No, of course not. A person with flesh and blood is not perfect. Flowers bloom and fade, the moon waxes and wanes, everything in the world has flaws, but Mo Yu doesn't have any. That's why the main system wants to kill Mo Yu. Unfortunately, as an interlude character, Mo Yu has his own consciousness."

"You know, once a system-created character develops autonomous consciousness, it cannot be erased. That's why the main system brings us dead humans who meet the requirements here, and lets us complete the tasks to perfect the character's emotions and desires."

Mo Yu's pupils shrank, "You are also human?"

"Yes, I am also a human. I am also a human who was brought here after death like you."

Mo Yu let down his guard and walked towards the woman. "Did you fail in your mission and get killed?"

If she hadn't been wiped out, then why would she have come through?

The woman shook her head. "On the contrary. I succeeded in my mission and am now free."

"Mission successful?"

"Yes, the reason why you met me is that so far, I am the only one who has completed the mission. The other travelers have died."

The woman picked up a plate on the table, which was filled with Mo Yu's favorite foods.

"Do you think I know you well?"

Mo Yu nodded without hesitation.

"You are wrong. What I understand is, of course, myself."

The woman handed the plate to Mo Yu, who hesitantly picked up a macaron.

"Mo Yu, the reason why we were chosen is because we not only have similar personalities, but also look similar."

Mo Yu stared at the woman, "Are there really people in the world who look so similar?"

"I didn't know, but I found out after I came here." The woman looked at Mo Yu seriously, "There are really many similar people in the world. Look, aren't we one of them?"

Mo Yu sat down next to the woman and clenched his fingers. "What kind of ending did you experience?"

The woman paused and then said, "The lights of thousands of houses are all bright."

"Don't be greedy. The ending is open-ended. The great path is determined by yourself. Whether you choose life or justice, whether you use good to prove the truth or evil to prove the truth, it all depends on you."

Mo Yu looked at the woman's profile, which was exactly the same as his own, and asked, "Then why am I still affected by your emotions sometimes?"

The woman's smile froze, "The time I was affected by my emotions was mostly when I was facing the King of the World."

"Ok?"

"In my entire life as a missionary, the only thing that can make me feel a strong emotion is the King of the World, and that is fear."

"Are you afraid of him?"

"Of course I am afraid. I once...almost died in his hands."

The woman looked at Mo Yu seriously.

"My child, remember this. The King of the World is a monster, a monster without a heart. Do not try to persuade him. All you can do is kill him. Otherwise, you will surely be doomed."

"So, is it your soul that is in my body?"

"What exists in your body is not my soul, but the consciousness that remains when I left."

Mo Yu was confused for a moment, "Then how did you get into my consciousness?"

The woman put down her teacup.

"Mo Yu, from the beginning to the end, you have lived for me, and I have lived for you. We can be said to be twin flowers, one and the same. Your world is very beautiful. I will live for you, and please live well for me."

Life is a grand decay, and self-rescue is a painful carnival.

They are dying and being reborn at the same time.

"Mo Yu, your parents are very good, please don't hate them," the woman chuckled, "I am living for you too. I am very happy in your world, as if I have found a sense of belonging."

Mo Yu was stunned, "You... live for me?"

"Yes, actually I am the same as you. After I went to your world, I experienced a different feeling. In fact, your parents care about you very much, and they love you too."

Mo wanted to remain silent, but the indifference in his eyes could not be concealed.

The woman sighed. "They realized their mistakes. They said they were first-time parents and didn't know how to educate you..."

"So?" Mo Yu interrupted the woman, "Should I forgive them?"

"Am I a failure in their ability to bear children? Only my death can teach them to regret? If so, it would be too hypocritical."

The woman sighed and said, "I'm sorry, I said too much. This is a matter between you two. I shouldn't make comments without permission."

Mo Yu looked at the woman steadily, "You know, your personality is the same as before I was reborn. I seem to see the me before I was reborn."

She was eighteen years old that year, the sun was shining brightly, and she was in the prime of her life. Unfortunately, she was stuck in that year forever.

Day is the last hypocrisy before evil, and night is the crossing of the bottom line after redemption.

The woman was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "I also think that you and I have similar personalities."

Yes, they both became each other's image.

Roses exude a decayed aroma in the world, and roses are stained with a hazy atmosphere in the beautiful garden.

"The system tricked me, didn't it?"

The woman smiled and said, "You'll have to find the answer yourself. It's getting late. I have to go."

The woman stood up, paused, reached out and touched Mo Yu's head.

"Goodbye, Xiao Moyu."

Mo Yu stared at the woman blankly. She smiled brightly. At that moment, she saw herself at the age of eighteen.

A woman says goodbye to her past, not hoping to be redeemed by her eighteen-year-old self.

"Please survive and become the second host to complete the game."

After saying that, the woman turned and left.

"Thank you……"

Thank you for telling me all this.

The woman paused, but did not look back. In the empty corner, a tear slid down the corner of her eye.

Mo Yu looked at the woman's receding back and suddenly felt very dazed.

It's all like a dream. When you wake up, everything will disappear.

I no longer want to be a rose for people to admire. I want to be the trumpet creeper that stands proudly on the high walls.