I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Song Guicheng slept very uneasily and he had another dream.

Like a movie film being played in reverse, he felt dizzy and the world was spinning. Black and white and color were interweaving and changing. He didn't know how long it took before things gradually stabilized.

It was also night in the dream, darker than the night in reality. The sky was as dark as ink, without a trace of light.

His consciousness penetrated the darkness and landed in a spacious bedroom. There was only a warm light by the floor-to-ceiling window in the room, dimly illuminating the corner of the crib.

The moment he saw the room clearly, the strings in Song Guicheng's mind trembled violently.

This is his room.

The former baby room.

Most of Song Guicheng's childhood things were destroyed by that woman, except for the baby room on the second floor of the old villa which remained intact.

Song Guicheng had only been there once, but he could remember exactly how many beads were on the educational pendant hanging above the baby's crib. So he recognized it at a glance, and the current scene was exactly that baby's room.

He didn't expect that his lost past would appear before him so abruptly.

The air was so quiet that even the baby's breathing was barely audible. The orange-yellow light made the wooden end of the bed look particularly moist and a little cozy.

However, in places not illuminated by the light, there is only thick darkness wriggling, hiding an unusual weirdness.

There was a small hillock on the crib, and it was him sleeping inside.

He stared at the quiet, well-behaved, ignorant baby on the bed and had a strong urge to run away.

When the truth comes in an unexpected way, most people will choose to escape, unwilling to let the truth disrupt the current balance.

However, dreams are not controlled by him, nor is the reality projected by dreams.

He saw a strangely shaped black tentacle extending from the darkness, dragging a sticky black liquid, climbing up the wall and onto the bed rails of the crib.

The liquid spread along the wall, eroding the white wall, crawling in through the gaps in the bed rails, and silently covering the baby's mouth and nose.

The baby was suddenly awakened from his sleep. Feeling the threat of death, he subconsciously wanted to cry out, but the darkness blocked his breath, preventing him from even uttering a final cry for help.

Tears instantly filled his eyes. Through the misty tears, he could see right above him, huge black tentacles passing through the pendant, making crisp "ding-ling-ding-ling" sounds, like a concerto of death.

Song Guicheng saw the whole process clearly. He saw his legs go from being strong to being weak, his breathing go from rapid to slow, and the quilt that had been wrapped tightly around him became a tangled mess and tied into a knot on his body.

However, he just watched indifferently, and even thought with some gloating that it would be good to die like this.

The baby's fair and tender face soon turned a dying purple. He could not even shed tears and could only struggle in vain.

The tentacles showed no mercy to this poor, fragile life, and pierced through his head violently, moving silently, and a life was about to end -

At this moment, the curtains suddenly moved.

In the airtight and airtight room, the curtains suddenly moved without any wind. A corner of the blue curtains was lifted up and then stopped in mid-air.

Song Guicheng was stunned.

The light and shadow in the room were unevenly distributed. The black liquid was like a rope tightly binding the tender life in the crib, and its tentacles were only an imperceptible distance away from his forehead.

The consciousness in a dream should have no heartbeat, but Song Guicheng heard a chaotic beating sound, which stimulated his eardrums and restrained every nerve of his, making him stare blankly at everything happening in front of him.

The gentle moonlight flowed in slowly like water from the corner of the lifted curtain, pushing back the thick darkness and enveloping most of the room in light.

The black liquid seemed to have touched something hot and scrambled back to the cramped corner, but it melted into green smoke before that.

The tentacle that wanted to take someone's life froze in place, and as the moonlight flowed, it turned into powder from beginning to end bit by bit and dissipated into the air.

Song Guicheng was trembling, his body was gone, only his soul was trembling.

The air was flowing silently, leaving only the heartbeat like a drum.

The little Guicheng in the crib was dying due to long-term lack of oxygen, and he was gasping for breath with heavy gasps.

Song Guicheng didn't know why, but his neck was aching and the suffocating feeling made him dizzy.

I don't know when the curtains fluttered, revealing a full moon in the sky, bright but not dazzling.

A little light drifted into Song Guicheng's crib with the flying curtains, sprinkling on his delicate body. His breathing gradually became smoother, and he turned over and continued to sleep.

"Why did you save him? Isn't it just right to let him die like this, so that you can take back the power."

This was Gao Yu's voice. Song Guicheng recognized it immediately. His voice was very unique, with a softness that was a mixture of both male and female.

He is talking to someone at the moment.

Song Guicheng held his breath, afraid to miss a word. In fact, he had guessed the answer from the beginning, but he still couldn't help but verify it.

But after a long time, he didn't hear any answer from the other side.

There was only a dim shadow reflected at the head of the bed. He had a tall figure, loose long hair, and a complexion that was even darker than the soft moonlight. His handsome eyebrows were looming, revealing a kind of coldness that kept people at a distance.

He lowered his eyes for a while, then stretched out a hand to lay the unconscious baby on the bed flat on the pillow, and tucked the quilt tightly.

Seeing his gentle and delicate movements, Hao Yu frowned and asked in confusion, "You don't want to be a god anymore? Are you planning to change your career and become a male mother?"

Wu Zhi straightened the crooked ornament, not bothering to give him a look, and only replied with one word: "Get lost."

Hao Yu stretched out a hand and poked Xiao Song Guicheng's fat face, making a hole with each poke. It was quite fun.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you. We can't interfere with their fate. If the Heavenly Dao senses it, you will be in trouble."

Wu Zhi walked around the room and said, "It is difficult to trace the path of life that disappears in an instant."

"That's right. They live for too short a time. I can regenerate them several times in the time it takes me to sleep. They are no different from insects."

Hao Yu propped up his chin and looked at the little fat bug's red face sleeping on the bed, and couldn't help but poke it again.

The warmth and tenderness of his hands made Gao Yu feel a rare bit of sympathy. He couldn't help but remind him, "But this child has a very rough fate. To be honest, instead of letting him die from so much torture, why not let him die in this beautiful dream."

He paused and said coldly, "He was originally a stillborn baby, with no chance of being born. He survived by just catching the strand of your escaping original power."

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This sentence was like a bolt from the blue. Song Guicheng, who had been listening to their conversation quietly, only felt a buzzing in his head, and the taut string was completely broken.

What is stillbirth?

What does it mean to not even have a chance to be born?

His thoughts came to an abrupt halt as he struggled to digest these two sentences.

The dream of that night, the dark shadow, and the captured glimmer of light suddenly flashed in my mind.

Song Guicheng not only heard his own chaotic heartbeat, but even felt cold sweat soaking his entire back.

The truth was like a noose that strangled him tightly, forcing him to swallow bitterness and despair.

"I will let you live until I want you to die."

"You belong to me, you've been mine since the beginning."

"The people I want to protect, even if heaven and earth don't save them, and the human world doesn't save them, I will."

These words were like a sharp knife cutting through Song Guicheng's soul, causing him intense pain. The agony burned him so hot that it seemed to melt his flesh and blood.

He seemed to be standing on the magma of hell, and even his consciousness in his dreams began to become blurred.

"Who?"

Hao Yu seemed to be aware of the presence of another person. He gave him a sharp look and shot towards him with an air blade as if it had substance.

Song Guicheng woke up suddenly.

Only then did he realize that he was curled up in Pei Shuangjin's arms, tears streaming down his face.