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

Si Song rarely said anything, but squatted down like Song Chuyi.

He turned his head slightly to look at Song Chuyi, his eyes darkened, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Song Chuyi listened for a while and then turned his head to look at Si Song.

Si Song raised his eyebrows slightly and asked silently: What's wrong?

Song Chuyi pointed to his eyes, indicating that Shang Ning inside him was crying.

Si Song:? ? ?

"Still crying?" Si Song whispered, "Has he been crying all night?"

Song Chu nodded, "Probably."

Si Song raised his hand and rubbed Song Chuyi's head, "Little Chu won't cry all night like him, right?"

"If there is anything that makes you unhappy, please tell me."

"I won't let you cry all night."

Song Chuyi's mouth twitched.

Si Song would not let him cry all night, but he would probably let him listen to what he said all night.

He missed sleeping a little.

At least I can't hear Si Song nagging when I fall asleep.

Song Chuyi pursed his lips slightly and stood up.

Si Song also stood up after him.

At this time, the door next to it opened, and Zhou Bosheng and others walked out.

Seeing Song Chuyi and Si Song standing at the door of room 122, Zhou Bosheng closed the notebook in his hand.

"Let's talk?"

When he said this, he looked at Song Chuyi.

He always felt that the key to clearing this level was this NPC named Song Chuyi.

Although all the clues found so far are about Shang Ning, but... for some reason, he always feels that this person named Song Chuyi does not seem like an NPC in the dungeon.

He is more like a player, a player with flesh and blood and a stable core of his own.

Song Chuyi didn't know how many clues Zhou Bosheng and his team had collected.

His mission in this world is to prevent Sisong and others from clearing the last three dungeons.

But if Sisong and others are not allowed to pass the level, they will either be trapped in the dungeon forever, or they will die.

Neither of these was what Song Chuyi wanted to see.

He must find a way to allow Si Song and others to pass through while preventing this infinite world from closing.

This small copy is a good opportunity to collect information.

Thinking of this, Song Chuyi nodded and agreed to chat with Zhou Bosheng and others.

He took the initiative to take a step forward and pointed at the book in Zhou Boxeng's hand.

Before Zhou Boxeng could react, Si Song next to him spoke first.

"Little Achu, do you want to borrow Zhou Boxheng's notebook to write something?"

"Little Ah Chu is really smart."

"You know how to write a lot, little Achu?"

Song Chuyi:...

Actually, you can shut up.

Zhou Boxheng understood what Song Chuyi meant and turned slightly.

"Come into the room and chat?"

Song Chu nodded and followed.

Si Song followed closely behind.

Several people entered the room, and Zhou Boxheng also handed the notebook in his hand to Song Chuyi.

He also handed him a pen.

Song Chuyi took it and opened the first page. It was blank, and it didn't look like he had written anything.

He took a pen and wrote a sentence on the blank paper:

【There was a fire here.】

Si Song saw this sentence first and his eyes lit up.

"Little Ah Chu also knows that there was a fire here?"

"Did the fire burn little Ah Chu? Does it hurt?"

Song Chuyi shook his head slightly and wrote in the notebook:

【I do not remember. 】

Si Song was stunned for a moment, and a trace of heartache flashed across his eyes.

"Little Achu lost his memory?"

He originally wanted to rub Song Chuyi's hair, but when he pressed it on his head, he lowered it and pinched his cheek.

His little Ah Chu must be in pain and distressed.