I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Almost at the moment Wu Zhi opened his mouth, Song Guicheng regained consciousness, his soul floating in the air fell back into his body, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

Just now his body and consciousness were out of his control. He was in a completely frustrated state and couldn't judge what actions he had taken, as if he had been bewitched by something.

When did this state begin? Song Guicheng's eyes turned slightly, paying attention to the sudden person in front of him while thinking rapidly in his brain.

Was it when his hand touched the metal lock? No, perhaps even earlier, from the moment he heard that unusual sound, from the moment the apple rolled to the ground, the hunter's lure began.

Thoughts are flying in my mind, but in reality they are just a flash.

Feeling the shackles on his wrist, Song Guicheng moved subconsciously. The other party was clearly only holding it loosely, but he couldn't move at all, so he calmed down and let his fragile pulse be held in the other party's hand.

The coolness coming from the other person could not be ignored by him. It gripped his heart along the meridians and forcefully invaded his entire body, revealing its strong presence.

He tilted his head slightly, a soft smile forming at the corners of his lips, "I'm not looking for death, but if this is how you can show up, I don't mind doing something like this."

Wu Zhi was stunned for a moment.

The darkness did not affect his vision, so he could see the beautiful smile on the young man's face and the almost pious light flickering in his eyes, like the bright light trailing behind a shooting star.

He had not had such close contact with humans for a long time, perhaps never since he was born. His memories were filled with eternal night and fleeting starlight.

If a person's request is sincere enough, the power of his wish will turn into a stream of light and streak across the starry sky of the gods.

For a moment, Song Guicheng's eyes overlapped with the flowing light in his memory, and he slowly let go of his hand.

As soon as Wu Zhi let go of Song Guicheng, Song Guicheng turned around and quickly reinserted the metal lock and locked it.

He roared silently in his heart: Damn it, if you don’t want me to die, just let me lock the door first!

Although he didn't know what was outside the door, he knew that the thing that made Wu Zhi show up to remind him must be a big creature. So he didn't care about anything and just locked the door first.

The moment the door was locked, Song Guicheng's scattered thoughts came back.

Wu Zhi was still standing two steps behind him. His figure was tall and broad, almost covering Song Guicheng's entire body. If viewed from behind, Song Guicheng seemed to be enveloped in Wu Zhi's arms.

Song Guicheng's fingers gently stroked the edge of the metal lock.

He liked this feeling. His nose was filled with the scent of Wu Zhi, which swept over his senses without any explanation. Every time he smelled it, he would always think of the quiet night, the white snow-capped mountains and the moonlight outside the window.

The smell made him feel at ease, as if he had returned to his mother's amniotic fluid, familiar and comfortable.

He turned around and saw Wu Zhi's silhouette in the darkness, with a kind of wantonness that could tear the night apart. He didn't even have to do anything or say anything. Just standing there could make people feel safe.

The moonlight outside the window became brighter, and the arc of light changed from cold and hard to soft, as soft as white gauze, gently covering everything. A thin curtain could not block anything.

Song Guicheng pointed at the window and asked, "Do you control the moon too?"

Wu Zhi tilted his head slightly following Song Guicheng's movement and lightly hooked his fingers. The curtains were automatically blown aside without wind, and the moonlight sprinkled all over the ground.

He said: "The moon is not controlled by anything, but the moon also has preferences."

Song Guicheng walked to the window, and the moonlight suddenly fell all over his body, reflecting his cold white skin and clearly outlining his beautiful facial features. As Allen said, he looked like a beauty walking out of a classical oil painting.

The pointed wooden fence in the yard enclosed the hotel and the people in it. Compared with the yards of other people on the farm, the yard of the hotel seemed too empty. There were no shrubs, no chestnut trees, and no dense sage. There was only silence.

The courtyard under the clear sunshine lost some of its weirdness and became more peaceful.

He walked to the window to admire the moonlight and to observe the yard, but more importantly...

Song Guicheng turned around slowly and could see Wu Zhi's cold and hard profile, soft black hair and long robe dragging on the ground.

He has a very typical oriental appearance, with deep but not exaggerated facial features, a face as handsome as a jade, and a forehead as shaped as a full moon. When he lowers his eyes, his eyes and eyebrows are full of coldness.

Song Guicheng's eyes caressed him almost greedily, and that hint of paranoia was hidden under his gentle eyes.

But the god's senses were too sharp, and that gaze only lasted for a second or two before Wu Zhi looked back as if he had noticed something.

Song Guicheng didn't avoid or evade his gaze, he just blinked gently and asked, "What was that outside the door just now?"

Wu Zhi tapped his fingertips twice and replied, "Devil."

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Song Guicheng did not doubt Wu Zhi's words. He suspected that the system had made a mistake in the level of this copy. The previous imps, monsters, and fire girls were just minor incidents. What was up with the demons in this copy?

C-level copy, demon, such a strange and ridiculous combination.

The 13 players, even if they were tied together, would not be enough to fill the demon's teeth. If he wanted to kill them, there was no need to beat around the bush.

Song Guicheng's shock was revealed in his eyes. He blinked and his eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings.

Wu Zhi explained succinctly: "There is something wrong with this world."

"What's the problem?" Song Guicheng asked subconsciously.

He looked straight into Wu Zhi's eyes, which were filled with endless darkness and a certain sense of fear. Staring at him for a long time would make people feel as if they were falling for him.

Song Guicheng liked these eyes. To be more precise, he liked everything about Wu Zhi. This eternal unchanging nature fascinated him.

Wu Zhi didn't answer his question, but Song Guicheng didn't mind. He asked in a different direction: "Are you here to intervene in this issue?"

"No," Wu Zhi's eyes were as cold as the moonlight, "because I heard it."

"what?"

"Your calling."

He didn't know that when the human soul is on the verge of collapse, it will send out a strong call for salvation. That powerful force can even sweep across the world at some point and burst out with dazzling light.

That is the support for one to save oneself. If one cannot respond to oneself and no one responds to this cry, the soul will be lost.

Song Guicheng's eyes were filled with bitterness, and the tide came back, making his heart swell with bitterness and bitterness: "So you came?"

His eyes were shattered, but he still managed to put on a smile.

Wu Zhi suddenly reached out and gently stroked his flawless face, from cheek to chin. It was an almost ambiguous gesture, but he did it without any emotion, as if it was just a mother comforting a lost orphan.

His voice was light: "So I came."

It turns out that silent calls can also be heard and responded to.

Song Guicheng suddenly didn't want to look at those calm eyes anymore. He just lowered his head and let Wu Zhi touch him gently, letting the moonlight outside the window quietly cover the two of them.

It’s really strange. Although he is such a cold person, the moonlight behind him is always so gentle that it makes people want to cry.

Wu Zhi could feel the slight trembling of this humble young man, as if he was trying hard to endure something, and the repression seeped out from the cracks in his soul.

Just like when he sacrificed himself that day.

He stared and thought for a moment, then touched Song Guicheng's head.

"You said I no longer belong to eternity." Song Guicheng raised his head, put away the smile on his face, and his gentle eyebrows and eyes became deep. His voice was a little hoarse, as if it was pulled out from his throat.

Under the moonlight, Wu Zhi's face was pale and almost transparent, and incredibly fragile, as if he would disappear with the moonlight in the next second. He lifted Song Guicheng's chin and rested his forehead against him: "Yes, you don't belong to eternity, you belong to me."

Every word and sentence is clear and concise.

Wu Zhi's aura was so close that Song Guicheng seemed to be standing above the clouds, on the top of a snowy mountain. A dense itching suddenly rose in his heart, and a wisp of soul peeled off his thoughts like a thread, instigating his bad nature. He couldn't help but touch the tailbone of his little finger.

He has endured too much time alone; silence has become a habit and disguise has become a means.

Song Guicheng stood on tiptoe and placed a soft kiss on the god's cold lips: "Yes, I belong to you."

At certain times, when darkness blinds people's vision and thinking is replaced by imagination, he also wants to take off his disguise.

Everything was silent, leaving only the cold moonlight above and the two people crossing paths under the moonlight.

This was a kiss without any trace of lust, but the cold and silent air seemed to burn all of a sudden, even slowing down Wu Zhi's movements for a moment.

Song Guicheng seemed to be completely unaware of what he had done. He took a half step back, his eyes curved: "If you want to kill me, wait until next time. It's not worth it to kill me right after saving me."

But he dared to do this not because of this. Instead, after several contacts with Wu Zhi, he deduced that Wu Zhi's true body could not appear for too long. If he wanted to stay in the copy, he had to parasitize on someone.

And now, the god's power reached its limit, he stole a kiss.

And just as he expected, Wu Zhi gradually merged into the moonlight. There was no anger in his eyes. He just looked at Song Guicheng silently, as if thinking about something.

Song returned but was too late to catch him.