I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Song Guicheng didn't notice that blood was oozing out of the wound on the palm side that was scratched by the glass fragments. The blood gradually gathered into a red line and dripped down his slender fingers.

As he got closer step by step, his live broadcast room slowly rose from the C-level division to the B-level, and it did not stop and continued to rise until it squeezed into the A-level division.

The C-level anchor in the upper left corner of the light screen and the A-level copy in the upper right corner formed a sharp contrast, attracting many viewers to stop and watch.

[Let me see which unlucky guy is this~]

[Wait, Happy Hotel? Isn't this a C-level scene? How did it get to the A-level area? ]

[How come I have never seen such a handsome anchor before? 】

[I guess this new anchor hasn't been here for long. How incredible is this? He was matched with an A-level dungeon at C-level. 】

[What is A-level? I traveled through time? How did I become A-level? ]

[I went out to check and it really became A-level. ]

[Ah, this... Is there anyone who can take care of my poor little orange? ! ]

……

[Some viewers’ comments involved the Soul Tracing Game, and the anchor has been blocked. ]

Song Guicheng, who was shuttling under the shade of the trees, was like a fish swimming in the sea. Facing the huge green waves, he had no power to resist and could only let his soul float out of his body and drift on the water.

By the time he reacted, his hand had already touched the tree trunk, and a drop of blood just happened to slide down and seep into the thick trunk.

Change happens at this moment.

His soul seemed to be sucked into a whirlpool, forcibly pulling Song Guicheng and dragging him into the bottomless abyss.

The screen in the live broadcast room flashed twice and then went completely black.

[Dead, dead? ]

[This scene, this anchor, this beauty, I haven’t seen enough. 】

[The screen is black, but the live broadcast is still going on. What's going on? ]

[Come and fix the bugs, can your server upgrade speed keep up with your money-making speed? You bastard! @踪魂官方]

……

It hurts!

Before Song Guicheng regained consciousness, he felt severe pain in his body. Fists fell like rain, and a burning sensation spread throughout his body, making him curl up.

"Didn't daddy tell you not to touch his wine? Why didn't you listen? Huh? And you made the floor dirty! You bad boy possessed by the devil!!" The man's hoarse curse accompanied the punch, as ferocious as a demon.

"Dad, I was wrong, I was wrong, I didn't mean it. Please don't hit me anymore." He felt his throat vibrating and making sounds that did not belong to him. He was sobbing miserably for mercy.

The first part of his senses to regain consciousness was his nose. The fishy smell of saliva, the smell of rum, and the smell of rotten wood in the hotel mixed together and invaded Song Guicheng's nasal cavity. The strong odor made his stomach ache slightly.

Song Guicheng struggled to open his eyes, and what caught his eye was a hand protecting his head. This hand was only half the size of his own. Behind the arm was Grayson's dirty face, with thick beard tangled on his chin and cheeks, but he looked much younger than he is now.

He immediately realized that he was pulled into what had happened in the hotel, and he seemed to have really become the child of the couple in the hotel.

A little boy of eight or nine years old.

Mommy… Mommy… Save me, save me! He heard his heart crying, it hurts, it hurts…

Song Guicheng could feel pain, hear sounds, and smell odors, but his consciousness could not control this body. He could only watch Grayson beat "him" to death, and the cause was just a glass of rum that was knocked over on the ground.

"He" fell to the floor of the lobby, dizzy with pain, the scenery in front of his eyes was blurred, and he almost lost his breath. Grayson stopped and kicked him with unsatisfied anger.

After a while, the kitchen door opened, and "he" vaguely saw a woman walking out. The woman was petite and slender, and should be quite pretty.

She glanced at the boy on the ground, turned her head and asked the man indifferently: "Let's eat?"

Although the woman in front of him had almost no resemblance to the hostess Song Guicheng had met, Song Guicheng still recognized her at a glance. This was the hostess when she was young.

Then the boy's eyes went dark and he passed out.

Song Guicheng's consciousness did not disappear with the boy's coma. He seemed to be in an out-of-body state, watching the couple in the hotel feasting, and then the two dragged the boy into the innermost small compartment on the second floor.

That compartment has not yet been marked as number 8.

Song Guicheng discovered that after the boy's consciousness disappeared, he seemed to be no longer bound by that body. He gradually fell to the ground and returned to his physical form.

How is this going?

He half-sat in the darkness and felt his body, and found that he was not in a dazed state.

With vision blocked, other senses became more sensitive, and the jade beads on the wrist seemed to be heating up.

The word "fever" is not quite accurate, because it has just become the body temperature of a normal person. It's just that this jade bead is always as cold as ice, but now the temperature has merged with his skin.

Just now he seemed to have become an NPC in the dungeon, experiencing everything he encountered firsthand. Thinking about it carefully, wasn't this exactly the state that Wu Zhi was in in the previous dungeons?

Song Guicheng fiddled with the jade bead on his wrist and said, "You also have this function."

There was a damp smell floating in the air, and wherever the eyes looked, there was a bottomless darkness that enveloped the breath of all living things.

The unconscious boy groaned in pain.

Song Guicheng's vision quickly adjusted to the darkness. He walked carefully towards the boy and gently helped him up.

The boy's hair and clothes were wet with sweat and he was shivering uncontrollably. Sensing the presence of warmth, he subconsciously moved closer.

Even though he couldn't see it, Song Guicheng knew how serious the boy's injuries were. It was hard to imagine how such a young child could have endured such a beating.

He frowned and examined the boy's body inch by inch. When he touched the boy's calf, the little boy in his arms visibly tightened, tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes, and Song Guicheng heard a clear sound of bone friction.

The boy's leg was broken.

Song Guicheng took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and clenched his fists.

The mall and backpack were closed for some reason, and he couldn't even buy some ordinary medicine.

Damn! System, come out and earn points!

Song Guicheng decisively took off his shirt, tied the boy's legs together, then laid the boy flat and let him lie on his thighs.

The discomfort of being tied up made him struggle. The boy's face was twisted into a ball, and layers of sweat broke out on his forehead. He sobbed like a wounded little animal.

Song Guicheng had no way to relieve his pain or cure him, so he could only touch the boy's head again and again.

There was silence in the darkness. The boy's condition was better than before. Song Guicheng put him down gently and prepared to go out to look for clues, but found that the boy's hand was grabbing his...pants.

"Mom..." the boy murmured hoarsely, "Mom..."

……

Do you know that Xiaohua will make a fuss if she finds out?

After a long time, Song Guicheng sighed and took out a dream candy from his pocket. He had just bought five at once and fed one to Chu Wei.

He peeled off the candy wrapper and stuffed it into the boy's mouth. When he pulled out his fingers, he touched the boy's face, and his cheeks were cold.

Song Guicheng pursed his lips and gently stroked the boy's face twice with his warm palms.

Go to sleep, go to sleep, have a good dream, you will see your mother in your dream.