I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

At six o'clock, night fell on time, and darkness enveloped the vast earth almost instantly.

After a simple wash, Song Guicheng checked the door locks and windows, pulled hard twice, and the glass clanged, but it did not open.

He walked into the room with confidence, only to find Chen Wenyu sitting by the bed waiting for him.

The lights in the room were not very bright, only weak and dim.

Chen Wenyu took off his glasses. He had long brow bones and deep eye sockets, so his eyes looked a little sharp, but they were usually hidden under the glasses.

Song Guicheng only had 3761 points in total, including the odds and ends. He spent almost all of his points to buy the only thing he could buy.

He swallowed, trying to ease the tension in his head, and looked around the room again.

The soda that Chen Wenyu hadn't finished drinking during the day was still on his desk. After he finished the first half of the bottle, the glass marbles lay lonely inside.

The stuffiness in the air did not decrease with the arrival of night. It pressed on people like a heavy wet quilt, making it difficult to breathe.

Song Guicheng walked towards him in the sticky air.

step……

Two steps...

Three steps...

He reached out and touched the man's fingertips, which were cold and temperatureless, like a rainy night in early winter.

The air was silent, and Song Guicheng could hear his own clear heartbeat, which was deafening.

The tension made his throat dry, like a field of evaporated flowers, leaving only dry petals.

The man in front of him suddenly moved and stroked Song Guicheng's neck with one hand.

Song Guicheng has beautiful bones and his neck is no exception, it is elegant and slender, with cold white skin, like a white swan.

He gently stroked Song Guicheng's Adam's apple up and down, and Song Guicheng smelled the scent of dew, fresh and cold.

"Wu Zhi, it's you, isn't it?"

The man was sitting at the head of the bed. Song Guicheng was very close to him and lowered his head to meet his gaze.

A familiar, indifferent, obscure sight.

The dull air seemed to freeze. During this quiet and long gaze, Song Guicheng couldn't help but hold his breath.

Silence has its own sound, enveloping the two people in the room who seemed to be embracing each other but were actually on guard against each other.

"There have been many times when I wanted to kill you." Wu Zhi's voice was flat, with only a hint of boredom as if he was tired of a game.

As the words fell, changes began to appear in "Chen Wenyu's" body.

In fact, Song Guicheng couldn't see clearly because the hand holding his neck suddenly tightened, and the flow of air became slow and difficult, making him dizzy.

He could only vaguely see Wu Zhi's black hair and black robe, and a strand of long hair was falling on the palm of Song Guicheng's hand spread out on the bed.

It feels silky and soft, like fine satin.

Song Guicheng's eyes went dark. He tried to break free, but found that he could not move.

"Didn't you... already... take action..." The restraint on his neck made his voice break.

"Yes," Wu Zhi leaned close to Song Guicheng and almost breathed into his ear, "but it wasn't just that one time, and it wasn't just this time, but many, many, many times."

"From the first moment I saw you, I wanted to kill you."

Even this person's breath is cold.

The force on his neck increased, and Song Guicheng was forced to look up and clench his hands like a dying butterfly.

Oh shit!

He cursed in his mind.

The feeling of suffocation grew like a vine, wrapping around his entire body.

Song Guicheng opened the storage cabinet and clicked on the props with the last bit of his conscious mind.

He used all his strength.

Almost at the same time he clicked on the prop, Wu Zhi let go of him.

*

Song Guicheng lost his strength and fell to the ground, coughing violently, his back trembling like butterfly wings.

Physiological tears kept overflowing from the corners of his eyes, rolling down like pearls, and he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand to wipe away the tears.

Wu Zhi's heart suddenly tightened strangely. He slowly leaned over and touched Song Guicheng's chin with his cold fingers. A tear rolled down his fingertips.

The tears stayed on Wu Zhi's fingertips, solidifying without falling down.

This is the power of eternity.

It is enough to capture the moment when light and shadow exchange, the sky where the sun and the moon shine together, and the ever-flowing time.

Seal everything - that is eternity.

Wu Zhi turned his hands, tears fell, hit the ground, and sank into the concrete floor.

He felt a pain in his hand and realized that Song Guicheng had bitten his finger while he was distracted.

The corners of Song Guicheng's eyes were red and there were tears in his eyes. The loose hair on his forehead was wet and stuck to his forehead. His brown eyes were staring at the man in front of him.

He bit harder and harder, and soon a faint smell of blood came from his mouth.

Wu Zhi did not struggle. He seemed to feel no pain and easily pinched Song Guicheng's cheek with his backhand: "You shouldn't be alive."

Song Guicheng snorted.

He stroked Song Guicheng's cheek with the bloody finger. The porcelain-white skin stained with bright red blood had a strange and enchanting beauty.

Song Guicheng was pinched on the face by him, and was forced to raise his head and look at him, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Wu Zhi tapped his cheek with his bitten finger, once, again, with a barely perceptible irritation between his brows: "Stop crying, or I'll kill you."

Those eyes, as black as jet jade, stared at Song Guicheng without blinking, and it seemed as if one look at him could imprison him forever.

Song Guicheng didn't want to cry either. He couldn't even remember the last time he cried, but his body was in severe pain.

His whole body was in pain, surging like the tide, wave after wave, making it impossible for him to breathe.

"What exactly... do you want to take... from me?"

Song Guicheng's voice was still hoarse, and his usually gentle and low voice had now become distorted, dragging out in the stagnant air.

This man could have easily taken away everything from him, including his life, without any effort. Yet, he repeatedly saved him, killed him, saved him, killed him, and played with him like a clown in a circus.

Song Guicheng felt puzzled and angry.

He suspected that Wu Zhi had schizophrenia.

The serious kind.

"Take what?" Wu Zhi tilted his head and looked at him, repeating his words word by word, but his tone was lazy and casual.

Song Guicheng's gaze unconsciously moved from Wu Zhi's ink-black pupils to his cold jawline. That face was unparalleled in the world and more beautiful than any face Song Guicheng had ever seen in his life.

He sighed and lamented that such a beautiful face had turned into a mental patient.

He is going to say goodbye to this psychopath now!

Song Guicheng rushed forward with all his strength, bit Wu Zhi's lower lip, and pulled it towards himself with force.

The lips are cool, but soft.

The other party was caught off guard and was pulled over, with a bite on his lip and blood flowing down the corner of his mouth.

"You!" Wu Zhi obviously had not expected Song Guicheng to make such a bold move. He was so surprised that even his usually calm tone turned a little cold.

Song Guicheng licked his lips and gave him a smile, which was no different from usual. His delicate eyebrows were slightly curved and the corners of his mouth were raised in a soft arc, like a light feather falling.

A cold light flashed, and a dagger appeared in his hand, flashing a sharp light.

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"puff"

In a flash, Song Guicheng stabbed the dagger into Wu Zhi's heart. Blood splattered on his face, but his eyelashes didn't even tremble.

This man's blood is cold.

*

Loosening the strength on his hands, Song Guicheng hurriedly pushed Wu Zhi away.

However, Wu Zhi did not move at all, but his body was thrown backwards uncontrollably due to the rebound force.

There was a dull thud as his shoulder hit the table behind him.

The half-unsealed bottle of soda on the table was knocked to the ground, the glass shattered all over the floor, the soda quickly spread and evaporated, and the glass beads rolled to Wu Zhi's feet.

Wu Zhi stared at the blue-green textured glass beads on the ground. Without the sunlight, the beads turned gray.

"I am very grateful for your help in the previous two instances, but this time," Song Guicheng pointed at his neck which was bruised and pinched, "and the last instance before that, you killed me twice, and I killed you once, so we are even."

Just when he was about to stab the heart, he slightly tilted the knife away from the center.

Wu Zhi will not die, just like himself, he will only be on the verge of death.

Song Guicheng wiped the blood off his face, suddenly laughed out loud, and then unexpectedly, tears rolled down his face.

He was starting to feel pain again.

But this time it wasn't his body that hurt, but his heart felt like it was about to explode.

The intense pain seemed to tear him apart. He curled up his body, tears flowing uncontrollably.

Wu Zhi could see the disgrace of the man lying on the ground. The time limit for the prop had expired and the dagger stuck in his body disappeared.

Only one wound remained, with blood gushing out and seeping into the black robe, making it impossible to see clearly.

Wu Zhi touched the wound, and there was a bright red on his cold white palm. He didn't feel any pain, and he would never feel any pain.

"Song Guicheng, you are very bold and daring," Wu Zhi's voice was low and without any ups and downs, like breaking ice and shattering jade, "but I am different from you, I don't have a heart."

He wasn't angry, just a little irritated.

"You belong to the past and have no future." Wu Zhi took two steps, as if thinking, and said as if he was seeking truth from facts, "I let you live, you shouldn't treat me like this."

A corner of his robe came in front of Song Guicheng. Under the dim light, there seemed to be floating light on the black robe.

He didn’t know if it was an illusion, but Song Guicheng actually heard a hint of grievance in his cold tone.

He accepted Wu Zhi's incoherent words with difficulty, but the pain made him unable to think.

In a few breaths, the face enlarged in front of him, and finally stayed at an ambiguous distance.

The pair of enchanting eyes were staring at him motionlessly.

"You are an eternal variable and an eternal prisoner."

The cold breath almost enveloped Song Guicheng's entire body, and the pain in his body receded like the tide.

Song Guicheng was soaked with sweat all over, as if he had been fished out of the water, and his clothes stuck tightly to his body.

He felt that Wu Zhi was stupid, but he also knew that this man was not joking. He possessed earth-shattering power to destroy the entire copy.

"Is this God's blessing?" Song Guicheng sneered.

If this is God's blessing, he will curse God's ancestors for eighteen generations!

"No," Wu Zhi stood up, restrained the cold pressure on his body, and lightly touched Song Guicheng's eyebrows with his slender and delicate hand. A white light came from nowhere and flew into Song Guicheng's body. "This is my preference."

The night was stirring, as if it had sensed something.

*

In an instant, the cold air permeated every part of his body. Song Guicheng felt as if he was suddenly buried in an iceberg thousands of meters below. The extreme cold seemed to chew him up and swallow him.

The pain came back along with the cold, his limbs were stiff and he couldn't move, even his soul couldn't turn over.

Thoughts are struggling between clarity and pain, the world is flying and falling, the soul is struggling, twisting, and clamoring to rush out of the body.

A cold hand touched his back, stroking it gently again and again, with tenderness and soothing meaning.

A strange tingling sensation came from his spine, covering his entire body in an instant, and his soul seemed to sense something and was about to burst out of his body.

Song Guicheng's mind was blank, only his heart was surging and surging.

"Song Guicheng, I will let you live until I want you to die."