[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

The fast-moving air train shuttled through the vast night, casting large swaths of light. Luo Xiaolou raised his head, and he suddenly discovered that the free time given to him by this colorful world is actually really pitiful.

It's a pity that he has never gone out for a walk.

After Mo Feng left, Luo Xiaolou was called by Mo Yu to practice in the game cabin, but judging from his appearance, he was actually frightened by Mo Feng's sudden action just now.

Mo Yu frowned and thought for a while, he doesn't have to worry about the result of the npc, Luo Xiaolou is the protagonist destined by the plane, but Mo Feng's feelings are still a little uncertain, but then he wants to smile because of his own cautiousness , closing his eyes and letting out a breath, after all, he is just a passer-by in this world.

If we only look at it from the perspective of this world, then he is actually a virtual one, isn't he?A phantom, a villain who is destined to be hated, why should he worry about other people's lives.

Confusion and recklessness are the path of Mo Feng, and determination and destruction are the destination of Luo Xiaolou, but neither of them means silence, on the contrary, it is the beginning of a new chapter.What's more, strictly speaking, isn't the detached self the biggest secret in this world?

Mo Yu's black eyes fell on the gradually dimming sky outside, and a slight smile curled up at the corner of his lips.After all, everyone has secrets.He used the convenience of the script to examine everything, but in the endless travel, he has long been unable to distinguish the boundaries of secrets.

But if one has to be mentioned, Luo Xiaolou's identity should be regarded as one, Mo Yu thought silently.

He stood by the window for a while, and saw that Mo Feng's hover car hadn't come out, so he also guessed whether his brother was going to leave, and when he thought of who Mo Feng was staying in the building to meet, Mo Yu once again Feel bored for a while.

Because, he knows, according to the script, all the secrets are actually used for revealing.

When the long night was approaching, Mo Feng opened a door in the building with a fingerprint lock.

The faint smell of blood in the air made him frown slightly, and he opened the curtain of the bathroom, and there lay a comatose and beautiful young man inside.

The man had a handsome face and beautiful eyebrows, but his eyes were closed and his complexion was pale. One hand was soaked in the blood-soaked bathtub, and there were blades and a suicide note beside him. The wound was cut vertically and wrapped with a wet towel. Just really want to die.

"Qinglian." Mo Feng murmured, even though he knew that the person in front of him would wake up in 10 minutes, he carried him out of the bathroom with pity.

Qinglian woke up on the soft bed, his wrist was still in pain, his eyes moved slightly, his cold and beautiful eyes looked at the man in suit and leather shoes beside the bed, all the way down, starting from the handsome face in front of him, across the flat The shoulders and the delicate buttons on his dark clothes finally fell on the hands of the other party holding the letter.

"Your suicide note." Mo Feng threw the water-stained letter on the bed, no emotion could be heard in his voice.

Qinglian's mood was complicated, a little awkward and at a loss, he wanted to talk, but in the domineering kiss of the other party, words were not so important.

The font on the suicide note is beautiful and neat, among which the word Mo Feng appears frequently.

"Did I die for you?" Qinglian was dazed by the other party's kiss, "Are we a couple?" He continued to think in a daze.

***

The next day, Mo Yu and Luo Xiaolou went to pick up the mission from the little girl with a double bun. Since the NPC riots, the world of cultivating immortals has been left to waste, and there are places to employ people everywhere.

It was also on that day that Luo Xiaolou saw Mo Feng's appearance in the game for the first time, with his scepter thrown to the ground and his silver hair flying, the person he chose was a wizard.

"What a coincidence." There was a smile in Mo Feng's eyes.

Luo Xiaolou glanced at it but didn't answer, Mo Feng was followed by the green lotus with bright green light and beautiful wings, in the early morning, the two of them stood together at the door of this mission point, what a coincidence?

Mo Yu scolded in a low voice, "Afeng, don't cause trouble for me."

Mo Feng smiled instead of anger, as if he was praised, he pulled out Qinglian behind him, Qingyi's demon repairman was handsome and elegant, if he lost that bewildered expression, he could still take away Luo Xiaolou was overshadowed.

"I didn't cause trouble for you," Mo Feng responded bluntly, "I just want to tell you that I like Qinglian."

Mo Yu's eyes darkened, he realized that some things were out of his control, instinctively protected Luo Xiaolou behind him, and reprimanded, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I said I like him." Mo Feng's voice was smug, but his words were unexpectedly firm. "If you like it, you like it. It doesn't matter whether he is a man or a ghost. At first you interfered with my work. I got angry with you and deliberately picked a different one. But then he was injured. I felt uncomfortable, so I knew I liked it." It's up."

"I don't even know what you're talking about." Mo Yu said coldly.

"You know, brother, who have you seen me take so seriously in my life?"

The rain is coming and the wind is all over the building.

Luo Xiaolou stood behind Mo Yu. He knew that Mo Yu was discussing work and human relations with Mo Feng, but he always felt that the tone of the two of them was really serious. like it?

He stood dumbfoundedly, his drifting eyes passed over the black-clothed demon cultivator and the silver-haired wizard, and finally landed on Qinglian who was behind Mo Feng with the same dazed expression. The two smiled in unison, and Luo Xiaolou vaguely remembered The first time they met at Xuechi, he was not as calm as he is now.

Then, there was a crisp scolding sound.

"What's the noise?!"

The four of them turned their heads at the same time, and saw the little girl with the double bun standing on the table, with a small face full of anger. Although the four of them were not afraid of her, they also knew that arguing was useless, so they stopped talking resentfully. Then I saw a conservatively dressed woman coming out of the screen behind.

"Oh, my little ancestor, come down soon!" The woman cursed, and took back what Mo Yu and Mo Feng had received in a blink of an eye.

"Cousin." Mo Yu and Mo Feng greeted each other.

Luo Xiaolou was taken aback for a moment, he looked at the woman, then at the little girl on the table, and suddenly felt that he had understood the rules of the NPC character setting on the task announcement platform.

The leader is the boss and his relatives.

The followers are the rookies brought by the boss, and the rookies brought by the boss's relatives.

Regarding all of this, Luo Xiaolou said...the mission headquarters seems to be a little...frustrated?

It's a pity that he couldn't think about it any further, what he could hear were Mo Feng's provocative words.

In fact, afterward, Luo Xiaolou was also a little strange. At that time, he turned his head sideways, in a state of absent-mindedness. How did he determine with certainty that what Mo Feng said was not to Mo Yu, but to him? Woolen cloth?

The wizard's long silver hair hung down, adorning his beautiful face, but the words behind his thin lips were as cruel as an ancient curse.

"You like him too, don't you?"

Luo Xiaolou paused, does Luo Xiaolou like Mo Yu?

But leaving aside whether Luo Xiaolou likes it or not, anyway, Mo Feng's liking for Qinglian can be said to be useless at all.Because, the night after this meeting, Qinglian died.

The boy died without a sound, and there was a lot of turmoil on the star network, but it was suppressed in the end.

***

Luo Xiaolou and Mo Feng met again in Tianzhu Game's pastry shop 20 days later.Of course, Luo Xiaolou didn't have the hobby of inviting Mo Feng to eat candy, but he came here because it was clearly written in black and white on the task list that he would come here to release the task.

You Xian in white changed into a special gown and silk clothes, a standard NPC attire, in the battle between him and Qinglian, he was the one who won.

"What a coincidence." Mo Feng was sitting on the bench in the corridor on the top floor of the bakery, his eyes were still smiling, but under the wizard's unique long silver hair and the large sleeves of the toga, that smile appeared. It's a little scary.

Luo Xiaolou only took one look at Mo Feng before turning around to leave.

It's just that every step he took was like sinking a huge boulder, and in the end, his legs fell to the ground and he couldn't even pull them up.

The wizard took his scepter, still smiling. In fact, it was just a simple trick. If it was put on other players, it would be broken in minutes, but Mo Feng was sure that Luo Xiaolou didn't understand .

"Let go." Luo Xiaolou gave the silver-haired wizard a sharp look.

Mo Feng didn't feel anything, he kicked a chair over, and when the scepter struck, Luo Xiaolou regained the ability to control his body.Now that this is the point, there is no point in being hypocritical, Luo Xiaolou sat down on the chair, waiting for Mo Feng's speech with a cold face.

The air was filled with the sweet and greasy aroma of pastries. Being protected by such an environment, Luo Xiaolou lost all vigilance for a moment. Although he didn't quite understand the trivial matters between the Mo family brothers, he was in it, so it was okay to listen.

"You are really different from him." Mo Feng commented in a dragging voice.

Luo Xiaolou's eyelids twitched, he knew that Mo Feng was comparing him with Qinglian, and he felt uncomfortable for a while.

"Uncomfortable?" Mo Feng's signature teasing.

Luo Xiaolou's face froze. He hated Mo Feng very much. He could guess his thoughts and behaviors casually, but...

"Don't think so," Mo Feng handed a piece of osmanthus crisp candy to Luo Xiaolou's hand, "You are much luckier than him." The wizard's lonely voice was like the lonely aurora in the depths of the day in an extremely cold place.

"Want to hear about him?" Mo Feng asked.

This is a long monologue, although the protagonist of the story is not familiar with Luo Xiaolou, but the words and meanings are true and heartfelt.

"Qinglian wakes up every morning at a quarter past five, every minute and every second is not bad..."

"Qinglian has never left this building..."

Luo Xiaolou raised his eyes... What did you say?

"Qinglian used to work part-time as a clerk in a toy store..."

"Qinglian almost entered the international competition..."

Luo Xiaolou's shoulders trembled... how is it possible?

"Every time Qinglian encounters a boss who pays her salary, she is super loud..."

"Qinglian cut her wrist in the bathroom..."

"Qinglian..."

……

Stop it, please stop it.

……

"Qinglian always thought that she came from time travel!"

……

When Luo Xiaolou came out of the pastry shop, he deliberately made a detour to the mission headquarters. The little girl with the bun was gone, and only a woman was there to sort out the files.

"That's my cousin." Mo Feng followed behind Luo Xiaolou, whispering, "There is no more Qinglian, and that little girl is gone."

Luo Xiaolou's chest shivered, and he suddenly wanted to go forward to ask clearly, but he couldn't move. This time it was not Mo Feng's trick, Luo Xiaolou lowered his head and complained about his cowardice.

***

Mo Yu looked at Luo Xiaolou coming out of the game cabin, as if he was watching a cute and frustrated child. The protagonist had a bitter face, drooping face, with indescribable grievances.

"It's a bit uncomfortable." Luo Xiaolou muttered in a low voice, but Mo Yu had already heard it clearly.

"Take a good rest tonight." Mo Yu's response was indeed gentle.

But when Mo Yu helped Luo Xiaolou out of the game cabin, the protagonist's pale face and lowered eyelids immediately grabbed his attention.

"Do you know that Qinglian is dead?" Luo Xiaolou raised his head and asked.

Mo Yu paused, but did not answer.

Luo Xiaolou shook his head slightly. In fact, it doesn't matter whether Mo Yu knows it or not. He doesn't want to worry about it anymore. However, the sweet and sour smell like rotten food filling his heart is always bad. of.

A kind of helpless pain attacked his body and flooded his soul. Luo Xiaolou only felt a convulsion in his stomach, and the pain and tears immediately rushed to his nasal cavity and eyes.

Suppressing the urge to vomit, Luo Xiaolou walked towards the washroom in the lounge, Mo Yu immediately hugged Luo Xiaolou horizontally.

On the cold floor of the bathroom, Luo Xiaolou knelt on his knees, retching uncontrollably.His shoulders trembled, tears blurred his vision, and later, he even had tinnitus.

"You know, don't you?" Luo Xiaolou turned his head and asked Mo Yu, his big round eyes were stained with a thin layer of mist due to physical pain.

"I'm the same as Qinglian, aren't I?"

Luo Xiaolou's whitebait-like eyelashes fluttered, and the brilliance emanating from those eyes was very similar to the appearance of silver wide hands under the light. Behind them were the deepest sadness and the most secret scar.

This is a question, but obviously, Luo Xiaolou already knows the answer.

Because, he cried!

It's not the kind of lamentation of pear blossoms with rain, not the kind of melancholy of tears flowing a thousand lines.

Luo Xiaolou's cry was a primitive, heart-piercing cry.It was a snap that could not even be called a whimper at its most ambiguous.

It was the cry of a reindeer jumping over the thornbush, and it was the explosion of a shooting star when it was burning. Mo Yu vaguely felt that with such a sound, something quietly shattered between them, and then , and can never go back.

Luo Xiaolou's cute and innocent image was stuck in Mo Yu's mind like a label, so when Luo Xiaolou burst into tears like this, Mo Yu felt a rare sense of uncertainty.

However, the person who was let down and abandoned was not you.

...But even so, it is worth your pain and wailing.

This kind of cognition made Mo Yu feel a little doubt and worry.

Putting his hands on Luo Xiaolou's thin shoulders, he could feel the restless soul under the trembling body, full of desperate emotions, extremely serious, cruel and painful.Like an intertwined cancerous tumor, stuck in the center of Luo Xiaolou's atrium, only waiting to be cut open by a knife one day, and suppurative stagnant water will flow out.

Mo Yu looked at Luo Xiaolou's pale face, then he bent down and hugged the protagonist.On the way to the lounge, Luo Xiaolou felt blurred vision and faint ringing in his ears, so he didn't hear Mo Yu's sigh-like response.

"Feel sorry."

I follow the trajectory of the world, although I don't regret it, but I always feel ashamed.

The glory that the plane has allowed you to extend your branches into the sky must spread your roots into the darkest and darkest soil, even if it is unreasonable pain, even if it is the persecution imposed on you.

Sorry, this is a success story!

***

An hour ago, in Tianzhu Game's pastry shop, Mo Feng handed Luo Xiaolou the last piece of sweet-scented osmanthus crisp candy, and just now he said frankly in a friendly tone,

"Luo Xiaolou, do you know that you are just a new type of npc?"

Luo Xiaolou, do you know that you are just a piece of data flow written by me?

Luo Xiaolou, do you know that Qinglian has been destroyed, but you are still alive?