I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

The players walked out of the room. It was already late outside. The evening here was not bright, and the sky was a gloomy blue.

Wan Yongyi was very interested in the little paper figure sitting on Song Guicheng's shoulder: "What's the matter with this little doll?" He said as he wanted to touch it, but Xiaohua dodged him.

Xiaohua hid behind Song Guicheng's neck, with only her head sticking out.

"My daughter's name is Xiaohua." Song Guicheng said naturally.

Wan Yongyi:?

"Pfft." Seeing Wan Yongyi's eyes wide open with a look of surprise, Song Guicheng laughed, "I picked it up in the dungeon."

"Oh, why don't you just say props?" Wan Yongyi reacted, "You know what, it's really fun to raise one of these little things."

With what he thought was a very kind smile on his face, he waved at Xiaohua: "Xiaohua, come down and play."

He looks like a weird uncle who kidnaps children.

Now Xiaohua hid directly in the backpack. Seeing Wan Yongyi's hurt expression, Song Guicheng couldn't help but laugh out loud twice.

This is the third day in the copy. Two companions have died. The mortality rate is not high, but no one dares to relax.

They had a wedding to attend in four days, and they had no idea what would happen at the wedding.

The players thought that something would happen to Ding Mengqi soon, but unexpectedly, at noon on the fourth day, she actually appeared at the dining table and had lunch with everyone.

Although her face was pale and her eyes were dull, her body temperature, breathing and the shadow under her feet all indicated that she was alive.

No one bothered this woman who looked mentally disturbed. She seemed to know that she was doomed to die and had given up struggling.

However, Song Guicheng has not seen Gu Chaosheng since he returned yesterday afternoon. It is worth noting that Yang Hanhai also did not appear during breakfast and lunch.

However... Song Guicheng's gaze drifted towards the woman beside him. She was wearing a white dress, which made her skin look even more sickly white. She was Yang Hanhai's fiancée.

She ate both meals with the players. Since the man downstairs said that she didn't exist, the players didn't dare to get too close to her.

Fortunately, the woman did not show any desire to communicate with them and went back to her room after dinner.

"I'm full, you guys eat." Wan Yongyi put down his chopsticks, stood up, and when he moved his chair, he bumped into the cabinet behind him.

With a "pop" sound, something fell out of the cabinet. Wan Yongyi looked down and saw that it was a fan.

The handle is made of bamboo and the fan-shaped body is round and embroidered with a lotus pattern. The workmanship is very delicate.

Wang Rui saw the fan he picked up and praised, "It's very beautiful. It must belong to a girl."

"Of course." Wan Yongyi answered, and curiously fanned it twice with the phone in his hand. It was quite cool.

Ding Xiang paused for a moment while eating and said softly, "Don't touch the fan."

Wan Yongyi noticed the hint of anxiety in Dingxiang's tone and felt that something was wrong. He was about to put the fan back to its place, but the atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

He turned around and saw the girl who had just entered the room returning to the restaurant. Her pale face showed no emotion. She stretched out her hand to Wan Yongyi: "Give it to me."

Wan Yongyi's heart skipped a beat, and he cursed himself for being naughty. Then he handed the fan to the girl respectfully and said with a wry smile, "I'm sorry, girl. I didn't mean it."

The girl said nothing, took the fan and turned away.

Wan Yongyi was stunned, and stood there in a daze, smiling bitterly, "Did I get into trouble?"

Song Guicheng gave him a soothing look: "This is not necessarily a condition for death. Even if it is, it does not mean that you will definitely die."

Wan Yongyi couldn't even laugh and left the restaurant in silence.

Later, Dingxiang told Song Guicheng that fans are usually not placed in the bridal chamber during a wedding, as it represents a sign of separation. She felt something was wrong when she saw the fan.

After hearing this, Song Guicheng's expression gradually darkened. To be honest, he didn't want anything to happen to Wan Yongyi. Wan Yongyi was a reliable, warm and lively teammate.

When I'm with him, I can always feel his simplicity and enthusiasm, which makes life here less difficult.

However, he could do nothing, and even whether he could survive safely was unknown.

"You are too soft-hearted." Haixi's voice floated past the two of them.

Ever since Gu Chaosheng came to have breakfast with him, his attitude towards Song Guicheng has become more enthusiastic than before. Song Guicheng is one of the few people he is willing to talk to.

He lifted his eyelids nonchalantly and said in a neutral voice: "We will lose a lot of things in the dungeon world, companions, friendship, sympathy, love, until we have nothing left to lose. You have to get used to it."

Song Guicheng nodded when he heard this: "I understand."

Gu Chaosheng didn't come back until the evening. Song Guicheng cooked and ate by himself, but after thinking about it, he decided to save some dishes for him.

There are usually two people in the room. Although they don’t talk much, it doesn’t always feel so lonely with someone to keep you company.

Song Guicheng sat at the dining table for a while, tapping his fingers on the tabletop, and sighed inexplicably. He turned around and looked at the clock behind him. It was already past nine o'clock.

No one turned on the TV, so they couldn't watch the bad drama tonight, although Gu Chaosheng didn't join in the fun when he was watching it.

After taking a shower, Song Guicheng lay on the bed, and Xiaohua sat beside his head and played with his hair. His hair was soft and black, and the hair quality was very good. Xiaohua said that she liked it very much.

"Okay, it's time to go to bed." Song Guicheng picked her up and put her back in his backpack, saying softly, "Good night, Xiaohua."

Xiaohua replied obediently: "Good night, Mom."

[By the way, do you really not want to raise a little flower? ]

[I think, I think, I think, it's much easier than raising a child]

[Is this thing for sale? I want to buy one for my girlfriend]

[It's your elder brother again. Why, your girlfriend didn't get caught, but you were captured by Xiao Chengzi? ]

[My girlfriend just wanted to raise a small flower]

[You kid, you actually have a girlfriend]

[Xiaohua, my electronic daughter, slurp]

……

As the night deepened, fewer and fewer people posted barrages, and everyone fell asleep, whether inside or outside the dungeon.

An unspeakable silence spread in the air. The surroundings were so quiet that it seemed as if time had stopped, and it seemed as if a single movement could break the tranquility.

Song Guicheng heard a burst of conversation. He was now extremely sensitive to such sounds, and his first reaction was that something had happened again.

However, when he put on his slippers, he realized something was wrong. The sound of the conversation was too close, it didn't seem like it was happening outside the house, but rather outside his room.

He held his breath, listened carefully, and finally recognized two voices talking, one from Yang Hanhai and the other from Gu Chaosheng.

Although he had not heard Gu Chaosheng speak many times, his voice was very easy to recognize, clear and deep.

Song Guicheng tiptoed to the door, put his ear against it, trying to hear what the two people outside were saying.

However, for some unknown reason, no matter what posture he used to listen, the sound that reached his ears was fuzzy as if it had been post-processed.

Helplessly, he could only gently open the door a crack. There was no light on outside and no curtains drawn. In the thin light, he could make out two shadowy figures.

One of them was sitting leisurely on the sofa, while the other was kneeling on his knees, worshipping at the feet of the other in an extremely pious manner.

Without even thinking twice, he could tell who was sitting and who was kneeling.

His pupils suddenly shrank and he frowned in confusion.

The sound was still not very clear, but it was better than before. At least I could vaguely hear some of their conversation.

"Lord, I have brought him to you as per the agreement I made with you..." This was Yang Hanhai's voice, but it was different from what he usually heard. It contained awe and uneasiness that was almost tangible.

He? Which he? She or he? Song Guicheng didn't hear the second half of the sentence clearly.

Gu Chaosheng didn't say anything, nor did he make any movements. His figure almost blended into the night.

"I will not break my promise to you," he tapped his toes, not even giving the person at his feet a glance, "The eternity you want."

The vague words and unclear meaning make people feel a little uneasy.

He slowly closed the door, but he didn't see the cold and sharp glance directed in his direction after the door closed.