[Jian San Hologram] No. 007

The love they played together in the game appeared in his home in the form of a corpse after going offline.

Ming Yu folded his face expressionlessly in his heart, he had an urge to pick up the knife and go to Cup Mo Ting to reason.

He was about to go to close the coffin, when suddenly a cold breath came, and the cool aroma of cedar and amber diffused in the practice room. He was stunned for a moment, and when he turned his head, he saw a translucent figure standing at the door For a moment, he even thought that his family, Qing Yuanyuan, had crawled out of the game to find him.

"..."

"..."

They were speechless, and after a while, Ming Yuzhe said very calmly: "Explain, I'll listen."

Ling Jiuxiao nodded, and briefly explained the ins and outs of the matter.

In fact, it is not a very complicated experience. It is roughly that when Ling Jiuxiao was busy in his studio, he was suddenly attacked, and then his soul was sucked away by something unknown, and he fell into the game world inexplicably, and his body was carefully preserved. Get up, sneak away, and use it as a test subject.

He couldn't get out of the game world at first, until Ming Yu folded his portrait, and he could come out through the scroll, but he couldn't leave the house either.

Mingyu sat cross-legged, listening to Ling Jiuxiao's succinct narration, thoughtful, "Oh... I remember that some time ago, there was news that one of our interstellar arms designers was unconscious, surnamed Ling. Is that you?"

"Yeah." Ling Jiuxiao, who was floating in mid-air, nodded, his voice was faint and a little ghostly, "My original name is Ling Qi, and I pray for prayers. Jiuxiao is the name given to me by my parents."

"Oh...my name is Ming Yuzhe, Ming Yuzhe of Mingyue Zheyu." Ming Yuzhe said, "Do you want me to help you get back into your body?"

Ling Jiuxiao hummed, and quickly continued: "Actually, I didn't intend to trouble you. You are underage. You shouldn't be involved in this matter. That organization is not a kind person... But You are amazing, beyond my imagination."

Mingyu pursed her lips and smiled, secretly poking her little tail up, very proud.

"And..." Ling Jiuxiao paused, a little embarrassed expression appeared on his cold and indifferent face, "And I really like you, I want to be with you, so let Mobei put my body I sent it to you... Well, Mo Bei is Cup Mo Ting, and his name is Ling Mo Bei."

Ming Yuzhe's expression froze, and his smile gradually disappeared.

"It seems too contemptuous to ask for love in the game. I want to tell you formally now," Ling Jiuxiao floated in front of him with a very solemn expression, "Yu Zhe, I want to date you on the premise of marriage."

"No... big brother, you don't know me, do you?" Ming Yu moved back, smiling a little cowardly, "I suggest you think about such a major life event as marriage..."

"I've considered it." Ling Jiuxiao also stepped back, keeping a distance to make him less nervous, "I've been here for almost a month, and I look at you every day, so I have a general understanding of your personality and preferences."

Ming Yuzhe only felt cold sweat.

"I want to marry you. It doesn't matter how your family is. And I've never met your family. Maybe they're all... busy?" Ling Jiuxiao said cautiously, "So I think, You can decide for yourself on this matter, I just need to please you."

"that……"

"You don't need to be burdened. You can refuse if you don't want to accept it. After all, I am the one who owes you a lot." Ling Jiuxiao continued, "But I will work hard to pursue you, and I want to take care of you."

Ming Yuzhe was fidgeting, feeling that it was wrong to go or not to go, scratched his head anxiously, then sighed, and said in a low voice: "I'll help you get back into your body first, and I'll talk about the rest later."

Ling Jiuxiao responded softly, and floated into the corner without saying a word.

Ming Yuzhe abandoned distracting thoughts, went over to study the coffin, figured out some tricks, clicked here and there, the shape of the coffin changed, turned into an operating table, and the body soaked in the solution was also exposed.

Ling Qi said that he is a literati, but his figure is very powerful, his muscles are full but not swollen, his body lines are smooth and graceful, and his body proportions are particularly good. Those legs are... tsk.

Ming Yuzhe glanced enviously at his eight-pack abs, and inadvertently saw a bright red serial number under his collarbone, NO.007.

... Daoist Master really has a destiny with this number—a sinful fate is also a fate.

But this red paint... seems to have a problem?

Ming Yuzhe narrowed his eyes, stretched out his fingers, a cluster of small purple flames appeared from the fingertips, and pressed one finger on the red mark under the collarbone of Ling Jiuxiao's body.

Ling Jiuxiao, who was floating in the corner, suddenly hissed and pressed his shoulder.

Mingyu turned her head and glanced at him, confirming that his soul was fine, and then went back to deal with the small problems on the corpse.

In addition to being used as a number, the red mark is also a tracking and confinement. The method is a bit vicious but very small, and he can burn it with a finger.

He carefully checked Ling Qi's shell several times, cleaned up the messy and unorganized spell patterns hidden on his body in the dark, turned around and ran back to the study to find the cinnabar ink and brush, and ran back to summon his soul .

Ling Qi's body was originally soaked in a transparent solution like a specimen, and it dried out not long after it was taken out, so it was very convenient to draw symbols on him.

It took more than half an hour to draw the talisman, and each talisman was like a painted painting on Ling Qi's body. After finishing the last stroke, Ming Yuzhe let out a breath, straightened up, stretched his back and arms, put down the pen, and found one. The blood collection needle pricked his finger, squeezed out a little blood, and wiped it on Ling Qi's brow and lips, pressed his finger on his heart, and muttered something in a low voice.

Ling Qi had never heard his pronunciation, but the strange thing was that he understood it, and he was a little dazed in Ming Yu's soft voice, drifting past.

The cinnabar runes on the body glowed red one by one, and the runes moved on his body, like delicate chains being dragged. They came out from the skin of the body and stretched into the air, locking the soul floating in the void. Hold on, drag into the shell.

The process of the soul returning to the body was very easy. After Ling Qi was distracted, the long-lost sense of steadfastness returned, and he slowly opened his eyes. The color of the picture in front of him was familiar yet unfamiliar.

He moved his fingers and wanted to sit up, but his body had been soaked in the solution for too long, he was a little powerless, Ming Yuzhe hurried up to support him so that he could sit up against himself.

Ling Qi was weak all over, but his body temperature, heartbeat and breathing were quickly returning to normal, the runes on his body disappeared quickly, and his strength was slowly returning.

He was sitting on the coffin board, relying on Ming Yuzhe to struggle to regain the feeling of controlling his body, the temperature from Ming Yuzhe's body made him a little fascinated, he looked down at the girl who was completely nestled into his arms because of supporting him Ming Yu folded, he was slightly taken aback.

Then Ming Yuzhe watched Ling Qi's little brother raise his head and chest up, as if he was greeting him.

"..."

"..."

For a while, the scene was very embarrassing.

Ling Qi was so ashamed that he wanted to immediately retract the scroll and hide it. Mingyu folded the veins on his forehead and tried to endure it. He lifted his arm expressionlessly, let him lie back on the coffin board, turned and left.

"I'll find clothes for you, and you can deal with it yourself."

"Hmm..." Ling Qi responded in a low voice, turned to watch him leave the practice room, and the door slammed shut.

Mingyu walked to the living room expressionlessly, took a can of fruit juice from the refrigerator and took a sip silently, suppressing the embarrassment that made her irritable, and then opened her communicator to buy clothes for Ling Qi. By the way, let the robot make an extra dinner.

Ling Qi's height is about 1.9 meters by visual inspection, and the clothes and trousers are about the same. The shoes are waiting for Ling Qi to come out. As for the underwear...

Suddenly Mingyu thought of the little Ling Qi who was paying respects to him, clapped his hands on his face, rubbed his face vigorously, calmed down and continued to buy things, bought all sizes of underwear, anyway, there is always a set suitable.

Half an hour later, the courier came to the door. Mingyu folded it and signed for it. She cut the tape, carried the big box to the door of the practice room, opened the door and put the box in. "This is your clothes. Wear it yourself. Get dressed and come out to dinner."

Ling Qi, who was walking slowly and moving his body while supporting the coffin, responded uncomfortably. He didn't heave a sigh of relief until he heard the sound of the door closing, and stumbled over to get his clothes.

Ming Yuzhe was sitting in the living room playing with the communicator. After waiting for 10 minutes, Ling Qi came out fully dressed, leaning on the wall, slowly moved to the living room, and sat on a chair.

His fingers hadn't fully recovered and he couldn't use chopsticks, so Ming Yuzhe let him eat with a spoon, and then used serving chopsticks to pick up vegetables for him and put them in a bowl. The two finished their dinner in silence.

The bowls and chopsticks were washed by the robot, Ming Yuzhe drank the sour plum soup, thought for a while, and said: "Your soul has been separated from the body for too long, and you have been tossed by messy spells. You may lose your soul inexplicably within 21 days. You have to stay here for a while."

Ling Qi nodded and said, "I listen to you."

"My guest room here has been turned into a practice room by me. I have wronged you to sleep in the living room during this time. I bought a new bed and quilt, and I will fix it for you later."

"Not wronged."

"Is there anything you don't like? Or don't like?"

Ling Qi shook his head.

Ming Yuzhe took another sip of sour plum soup and stood up, "Then I'm going to play games, and I have to run a business tonight."

Ling Qi nodded.

His obedient and docile appearance made Ming Yuzhe a little uncomfortable, so he quickly slipped back to his bedroom and climbed into the game cabin.

After going online, he didn't start the live broadcast, and went directly to Kunlun Fortress of Wind.

There was still half an hour before the start of the big business run. He ran into Howling Castle, sat on a furry cushion, hugged the little leopard, and stroked his hair to calm his fear.

Cold Wind Castle probably has a threshold for entry. There are no other players in the room except Ming Yuzhe. He sat with the little leopard in his arms for a while, struggled for a few minutes, and finally ran to the side of Master Mo Yu Shaogu who was working at his desk above. , Broken thoughts.

"I shouldn't have gone to Chang'an when I left the mountain gate," Ming Yuzhe muttered to himself, while rolling the little leopard in his arms from the top of its head to the tip of its tail, "Even if I went to Chang'an, I shouldn't be so cheap." I was taken out, so I should honestly go to Yangzhou and Luoyang, but I can't go to Chang'an... Hey Master Shaogu, do you think it's too late for me to delete my account and start again?"

Mo Yu sneered lightly, picked up the seal and stamped the document.

Ming Yuzhe never thought that the NPC could respond to him, so he just wanted to complain in a panic, and continued to murmur: "Yeah, I also think it's too late... Actually, I want to say that I would have known that I would not have drawn that picture at the beginning. I drew it, but that painting is the key to Taoist priest running out of the game world. It’s not kind to think so... You say that I’m a dead house, and I usually play games and buckle my feet. Where is it? How about making him look good?"

Mo Yu casually replied, "How would I know?"

Mingyu turned her head and glanced at him, continued to lick the little leopard, and sighed, "Actually, if he had a tougher attitude, maybe I could break out and completely refuse to leave no way out, even friends, but... Damn, he's like that now Attitude, I really can't get angry, alas... Who made me a good man with a gentle heart. "

Mo Yu wrote with a pen. If he was not an NPC but a self-aware person, he would probably have to swipe his bright jade on his face at this time to make him look good.

Just say cowardly, gentle ass.

Ming Yuzhe chattered beside Mo Yu for half an hour, regretting why he went to Chang'an to upgrade, regretting why he picked up someone casually, regretting why he had no heart to agree to be with someone.

It turned out well, he thought it was a gay friendship in the game, but they were rushing to get married.

Ha ha.

When he was talking excitedly, Ming Yuzhe couldn't help but raised his hand and slapped it on the table. Mo Yu frowned suddenly, stood up and grabbed Ming Yuzhe's collar, and dragged him to the table. The door is thrown out.

"Whispering, getting in the way!" Mo Yu said indifferently, and slammed the gate of Fort Coldwind with his backhand. Ming Yuzhe, who was shut outside the door, was hugging the little leopard in the cold wind of Kunlun, very desolate.

At this time, many people had gathered in the square in front of Cold Wind Castle. Many people saw Ming Yuzhe being thrown out by Mo Yu, and they were a little curious, but they were too embarrassed to ask.

The people from the same guild as Ming Yuzhe had nothing to be ashamed of, Xiaoqinluo steamed perch who was holding the qin came up to him, tugged on his sleeve, and smiled sweetly: "Guild master, gang master~ you What did you do in there? The NPCs are so angry that they don't want to talk to you anymore!"

Ming Yuzhe didn't quite understand why the steamed perch had to say such an embarrassing thing in an admiring tone. He looked down at the little loli who was not as tall as his waist, and sighed faintly: "O perch, let me tell you."

"Yeah, tell me."

"Don't pick up any messy things on the side of the road."

"?????"

The steamed perch looked confused, and Ming Yuzhe sighed again, and walked away with the little leopard in his arms. She looked at his back in surprise, ran back to discuss with Gong Xifacai in a low voice, and finally Xiao Zhidai's casual words received high approval.

Their gang leader is probably bewitched by evil spirits.

The author has something to say: Ming Yuzhe: Don't pick up the wild sheep on the roadside.

Ling Jiuxiao: (▼_,▼)