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

Si Song also planned to discuss it with Zhou Boxheng and the others, so he did not disturb Song Chuyi.

After he left, Song Chuyi walked to the clock and poked the small cake logo.

He dipped his fingertips in a little water and wrote a line of words on the white wall.

【You burned yourself.】

The lights in the room flickered, seeming to respond to him.

Song Chuyi continued to write: [Are you sad because you saw Shang Ning fall out of love? 】

The lights flickered.

It seems to flash for sure.

Song Chuyi put down his hand and watched the water stains being swallowed up by the white wall.

He blinked slightly and placed his right hand on the clock.

A bright white light came out from the palm of his hand.

For a moment, he became "it".

It became this apartment building that stood on the edge of the suburbs and was abandoned by developers and labeled as unfinished buildings.

It was unconscious at first, and just stood there quietly, letting the wind and rain blow.

Until one day, it felt hands touching it.

Those were a pair of extremely warm hands.

Those hands smoothed its uneven walls with white paint, and those hands laid exquisite wooden floors on the hard cement floor.

The hands touched every part of its body, and it heard his gentle smile and his happy murmur.

"I finally have my own house," he said.

"Can I give you a name?"

"Just call it Xiaoyu. Even though you only have three floors, you are an apartment!"

"You look great! How about a light blue here?"

"Xiao Yu, my father asked me for money again."

"Fortunately, I have spent all my savings on you and have no money left."

"He scolded me when he found out I had no money."

"Xiao Yu, I really want to be loved."

"Xiao Yu, I'm in love!"

"Xiaoyu, I broke up."

"Little apartment..."

…………

It watched him dress it up to look good, watched him fall in love and break up, break up and fall in love again.

It watched him... and kept him company.

He rented out the extra rooms in its body at a cheap price, and many people came to rent them.

Then it knew that people like him needed to work.

At midnight, it would always help those tenants find jobs, and gradually, its reputation spread.

This is an extremely lucky apartment. Once you move in, you can quickly find a job.

So more and more people are coming.

But he became increasingly unhappy.

It didn't understand why he was unhappy, but it heard him say that he wanted to fall in love.

It knows what falling in love is, it's two men being together.

So it selected a lot of male tenants for him who were all unemployed, because this way they could spend more time with him.

Sure enough, he started to fall in love with the tenant, and there was a smile on his face again.

But these tenants also find jobs quickly and then leave.

Everything seems to be in an endless loop.

It wanted to help him and make him happy, but he became more and more unhappy.

It doesn't understand, it doesn't understand anything.

So when he fell in love again and cried so heartbroken that he touched the burning candle.

It didn't stop.

It just wanted to let it burn with him in the flames of despair.

The fire burned it and him completely, along with the poor little thing that had lived there for a year.

……

Song Chuyi slowly opened his eyes.

What lingers in my heart in the end is anger and unwillingness, heartache and hatred, confusion and heartache.

These emotions were entangled in its heart, and also fell on Song Chuyi's heart.

His eyelashes trembled slightly and he took a small step back.

Sure enough, they were all heading in the wrong direction.

The obsession to create such an SSS-level copy did not come from Shang Ning.

But this apartment

When Shang Ning gave it the name "Xiao Yu", everything changed.

Song Chuyi somewhat understood why his character became the key to this copy.

The background of the small apartment where consciousness was born after being caressed by those gentle hands is kind.

So after implicating the original body, it gave him guilt.

This trace of guilt is the key for players to get out of this copy.

But as he had thought before, only one player could get out of here.

However, there is another way.

Song Chuyi wrote down some details of what he saw in a notebook and then went out.

It was already three o'clock in the morning.

In two hours it will be daylight, and the Loulan Demon will be assimilated into the entire apartment.

They had to leave at daybreak.

In Zhou Bosheng's room, Si Song is considering whether to use the [Black Pen] prop.

But at present, the rules they have are not able to change the current outcome by modifying even one.

Zhou Bosheng took a look from the side and suddenly asked, "Are you really interested in an NPC?"

Si Song narrowed his eyes and asked, "What do you think?"

Zhou Bosheng closed the notebook in his hand and said, "You should know that the NPCs in the dungeon are irreconcilable with us."

The tens of millions of dungeons cost countless of their lives, and they also killed countless NPCs in this dungeon.

There is no possibility of reconciliation between players and NPCs.

Si Song sneered, "Little Ah Chu is different."

He played with the black pen in his hand, "Xiao Achu is the best."

The dim light fell on him, making his eyes dim and unclear.

At the same time, in room 122.

Song Chuyi came here again.

He gave him the small details he had written about Shang Ning to read.

After Shang Ning finished reading it, he paused and asked in disbelief, "How do you know this?"

Song Chuyi pointed to the dim light above his head.

Shang Ning looked up and saw the light flickering slightly, as if responding to him.

Song Chuyi pointed to the word "small apartment" on the book again.

Shang Ning slowly widened his eyes. He seemed to understand something and actually laughed.

"Little apartment..."

"I see."

It turns out that the love he has always longed for is right next to him.

The tissue on the table fluttered up in panic and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Shang Ning raised his hand and gently stroked the tissue.

The light above the head gradually brightened, turning into a gentle, warm light.

Shang Ning raised his head and looked at Song Chuyi, his pale face showing a bit of vitality and gentleness.

"First grade of junior high school, thank you."

"You go."

As these words fell, a prompt popped up in front of Si Song and others.

[Congratulations to players Si Song, Zhou Bosheng, Wu Xiong, and Loulan Yao for completing the dungeon.

Rating: Grade A]

This is the news that the dungeon has been cleared. Before Zhou Boxeng could react, Si Song had already picked up the black pen and wrote down one sentence:

[Song Chuyi can leave this apartment]

As the last stroke fell, the copy was closed and they were teleported out of the copy.

At the same moment, Song Chuyi watched Shang Ning being gradually swallowed up by the darkness, with a happy smile on his face, and the darkness behind him seemed to become gentle because of this.

And he...huh? Wait, what the hell is this place?