If you are asked to prevent the villain from destroying the world, what kind of love are you talking

Song Chuyi quickly stood up, walked quickly to the door and opened it.

Without waiting for Si Song to speak, he grabbed his arm and pulled him in.

Then he pointed to the bed which had been moved half way.

Si Song understood the situation with just one glance.

"Xiao Achu is moving the bed?"

He rolled up his sleeves, "Let me help you."

He walked towards the bed, and as he approached he saw the burnt floor under the bed.

A flash of light flashed in Si Song's eyes.

There were also burn marks under the bed in his room, as well as under the bed of the other three people.

Now there are even signs of burning under little Achu's bed.

How serious was the fire in this apartment?

While Sisong was thinking, he did not forget to move the bed over with force, and kept talking.

"Little Achu, will it be cold for you to sleep in such a big bed alone?"

"Would you like me to sleep with you tonight?"

"My body is naturally hot, so you won't get cold if you hold me while sleeping."

Song Chuyi:...

Collect your little thoughts.

Song Chuyi ignored Si Song, walked to the burnt floor, squatted down and touched it.

The marks are already very deep, the fire here must have happened a long time ago.

He didn't get the original memory, so he didn't know exactly what happened here.

But as Zhou Boxeng said, if the original person came here a year ago, then the fire should have occurred within this year.

The fire trapped the original person and the tenant named Shang Ning, turning this place into a horrific replica.

Si Song next to him was still talking.

"Xiao Achu, how did you find out that this place was burnt?"

"Do you like lying on the floor?"

"The ground is cold. Your little body probably needs a warm embrace like mine."

…………

Song Chuyi couldn't help but raised his hand to cover his mouth.

Si Song's thin lips touched his palm lightly, and he made a "pop" sound.

"I accidentally kissed little Ah Chu's palm."

Sisong couldn't stop talking even though his mouth was covered, and he kept talking.

When Song Chu saw that he couldn't stop Si Song, he put his hand down, walked to the bed, sat down, and began to daydream.

Si Song sat next to him and poked the back of his hand.

"Are you afraid of little Achu sleeping alone?"

"You really don't want me to accompany you tonight?"

Song Chuyi:...

Time flew by and it was evening. Si Song took Song Chuyi to the cafeteria for dinner.

Si Song was planning to chat with Song Chuyi for a while after dinner, but at eight o'clock, the lights in the entire corridor dimmed.

A mechanical voice was also heard in the corridor.

"The curfew is over, please go back to your room and rest."

This is where the rules come in again.

Si Song had just used an S-level item today and had no plans to break the rules again, so he said goodbye to Song Chuyi.

Before leaving, he even rubbed Song Chuyi's hair and said:

"Xiao Achu, if you have any problem, just knock on that wall. I will come and save you when I hear you."

The rules not only constrain the players, but also the NPCs.

To a certain extent, the rules are fair.

Song Chu glanced at the wall Si Song pointed at and nodded obediently.

Although Si Song talks a little too much, he still cares about people.

After Sisong finished his instructions, he returned to his room.

It was getting dark.

The corridor was quiet.

Song Chuyi sat on the bed, picked up a notebook and a pen and played Go with himself.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard coming from the door.

Then there was a knock on the door.

Song Chuyi's ears moved slightly, the knocking sound came from next door.

The knocking lasted for a full minute, but Si Song did not open the door.

Then the footsteps came to Song Chuyi's door. There was a knock on the door and Song Chuyi opened it in a flash.

He looked closely and saw a register book flying into the air, ready to knock on the door.

There was a wooden stick under the register that kept knocking on the floor, imitating the sound of footsteps, which looked quite comical.

Song Chuyi blinked lightly, and heard the register book open its mouth in the void and make a crazy sound.

"Who was your broken heart? Why did you break up with him?"

The sound was extremely sharp, like someone rubbing sharp nails on paper.

Since Song Chuyi couldn't speak, he could only gesture with his hands and feet.

The register obviously couldn't understand what he was gesturing to.

But it seemed to know that Song Chuyi was mute, so it gave him a pen.

After Song Chuyi got the pen, he grabbed the register and wrote a few words on the blank paper.

【I love sleeping! 】

[But I can’t sleep now, so I’m heartbroken! ]

Although it is a lovelorn apartment, there is no stipulation about who the object of the lovelorn must be.

There's definitely nothing wrong with him saying that.

The register seemed to feel the same way, and the sharp voice suddenly disappeared, becoming a little gentler.

"Oh~poor kid."

The register gently patted the back of Song Chuyi's hand, but did not take the pen back.

It said good night, and went back to playing tricks with the stick.

Song Chuyi closed the door and soon heard some noise coming from downstairs.

With a scream, the whole apartment returned to silence.

Time seemed to speed up after that, and in the blink of an eye from Song Chu, it was already dawn.

Song Chuyi held the black pen in his hand and was about to go find Si Song when his voice came from outside the door.

"Little Ah Chu?"

Song Chuyi walked over and opened the door.

When Si Song saw the door open, he grabbed his arm and looked him up and down. After making sure that he was okay, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"As long as you're okay."

"I was so sleepy last night that I fell asleep."

"Just now I heard Zhou Bosheng knocking on the door of the register last night."

"Did you open the door?"

Song Chuyi nodded slightly and handed the black pen in his hand to Si Song.

Si Song was stunned and looked at the pen.

At the same time, a prompt popped up on his player panel:

[A black pen: a pen recognized by the register, which can modify a rule at will. 】

Sisong's pupils shrank and he subconsciously clenched the pen.

Change the rules...This is an item that has never been encountered in previous copies.

This SSS-level copy is really a surprise.

Si Song pursed his lips tightly and said, "Little Achu, this pen is very important to me."

He looked expectant, "Can you give it to me?"

Song Chu nodded.

Naturally, he also saw the hint of this pen.

This game prop is obviously more useful to Si Song.

Si Song couldn't help but give him a big hug.

"You are so nice, little Ah Chu."

"Do you like candy? I'll give you candy."

He took out a lot of candies and stuffed them into Song Chuyi's hands.

"Eat whatever you want!"

Song Chuyi looked at the colorful candies with [Favorability +10] written all over them and slowly smiled.

Si Song's hand holding the pen paused, his throat moved slightly, and his eyes became more complicated.

"Little Achu, it's better not to laugh like that."

It's so easy to get excited.