[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

On the edge of the cliff with white catkins fluttering, the white-clothed Youxian and the black-haired Moxiu were silent. The breeze blew by, lifting the corners of their long-haired clothes, and the air was filled with a certain cold and desperate atmosphere. Xiaolou's clothes were bulging by the wind, he took a deep breath, and felt like a big balloon.

Luo Xiaolou is not satisfied with his strange metaphor. In fact, since he came to this world, he has been in the game cabin every day to fight monsters and upgrade, familiar with the plot. Later, because of the npc riots, he started playing in the game again. The work of posting tasks.After all, I have never been out at all, and I don't even know if there are balloons in this world.

However, "You don't need to think too much." Moxiu's voice came from his side, and Lu Xiaolou felt touched in his heart.

Of course he doesn't need to think too much, because the world will never change because of his thinking, thinking too much and too deeply will only increase disappointment.

"I know, I'm a fake." Luo Xiaolou turned sideways, his round eyes looked at Mo Yu, without sadness or joy, without desire or desire, but only he knew that he was pretending to be calm and crazy .

This is where he and Mo Yu first met in the game!

Luo Xiaolou is not a person who is so fragile that he can only live on the pity of others. It is not that he has not enjoyed all the good things in life before that, but at this moment, he just wants to cry, run away, and scream , want to hurt severely.

Suppressing the emotions that should not be shown in the heart, the ancients often said that there is nothing more sad than dying, but he died before he lived. If you think about it carefully, you will inevitably have grievances.

but……

"Many people are envious of you," Moxiu's voice sounded like a deceptive demon, "It's the same no matter where you are, human beings' pursuit of life and power will never stop, but you have easily obtained it." .” You will live forever as an NPC in the Scorpio game.

Luo Xiaolou's eyelashes fluttered, he completely denied himself, and lived in another world. Should he be grateful for such a thing?

"There has never been a real truth." Mo Yu explained with 100% certainty in his voice. In fact, he really thinks so. There is no absolute limit to everything, and every inch of time in every world is very precious. , It would be too boring to divide it with the standard of truth.

It's a pity that Luo Xiaolou doesn't understand this truth, but the traveler represented by Mo Yu regards this as the most common standard of life.

The strong wind whizzed past, bringing up white catkins. Luo Xiaolou already knew how to control the flow of air around him, but his subconscious movements made his heart ache—it was taught by that person.

It was this little thought that made Luo Xiaolou break his last hesitation, and stepped forward. What he could see was the vast white forest sea under the cold air. He didn't look back, but looked at He saw the dark shadow of Mo Yu falling at his feet.

Luo Xiaolou's state of mind was unexpectedly calm, as if he was looking at the sky when the sun was rising, as if he was appreciating the vastness under the long river of sunset, the light passed through the gap in his heart, and unfolded little by little. , turned into a dusty world entrance title page.

Luo Xiaolou was drawn by the title page, without a trace of hesitation, without any worry or fear, before Mo Yu's movement, at the edge of the cliff corner with white catkins fluttering, he opened his arms and jumped!

***

NPCs can't die, so when Luo Xiaolou fell down, he heard the sound of the branches of the white trees growing intertwined in the sky - this was not an attack, but a defense.

The vines stretched out under the body, densely intertwined into a huge and soft white net. Luo Xiaolou fell into it, as if he had broken into a soft dream, as if he had returned to the soul mother's place. In his embrace, the one-winged magician stopped in the bleak wind, his black wings moved up and down, casting deep and shallow shadows alternately on Luo Xiaolou's clean face.

"You are really different from Qinglian." Mo Yu was so calm that it could hardly be regarded as an admiration evaluation. Luo Xiaolou's heart moved, and he heard the person continue, "Qinglian went to hurt people when she found out, but you I just want to hurt myself."

When Luo Xiaolou heard this, he panicked and wanted to stand up from the white net, but because of his unsteady breath, he fell limply again.

"The rioting NPC is Qinglian?" He asked hoarsely.

Mo Yu nodded silently, while Luo Xiaolou's mind was in chaos immediately, no, it shouldn't be, isn't the consequence of Qinglian's riot being destroyed?But wasn't that person still with Mo Feng afterwards?They even went to the task release office to meet Mo Yu together.

Mo Yu saw through the protagonist's mind, but his explanation was as cruel as ever, "That should be Qinglian No. [-]," Moxiu added lightly, "That child Mo Feng is not worried, and he just gave it to the girl who ran away." The body regained a memory, otherwise Qinglian would not have died so quickly later on."

At the beginning, Qinglian's image was made based on a popular but retired game player. The company also spent a lot of money to buy the copyright. Among the images of twelve npcs, Qinglian was the one who took the most effort. It's a pity that he is too smart.

When Mo Feng wrote the memory code, he deliberately used backgrounds from different eras, but his subconscious mind would always help him mix up some daily clues. The image of the Barbie doll is an example. Luo Xiaolou's temper was a little softer, and he didn't think deeply about it.But it's hard to say that similar things happened to Qinglian.

It is not unreasonable to be wise and foolish.

However, Luo Xiaolou had a completely different explanation for such a statement. He suddenly realized that the person in charge of the game headed by Mo Feng could not only create and destroy characters, but even tamper with the memory of npcs.

Luo Xiaolou felt a pain in his heart, he trembled, and was forced to ask by feelings of unwillingness or something else, "Have I been reformed? I mean...memory."

The memories of Luo Xiaolou and Mo Yu, our memories together.

"No." Mo Yu replied affirmatively, he raised his left wrist, and explained to the smooth wrist, "The scar on the npc's wrist is a mark, there were two before Qinglian was destroyed, and you only have one .”

Luo Xiaolou's eyes were sore, and he didn't know what to say. He just stared blankly at Mo Yu's hand stretched out in front of him. Once upon a time, he was also led by such a hand, in the flying Find the strength to settle down among the white catkins.

"It's time to get up." Mo Yu said.

Moxiu stretched out his hand with politeness and concern. Luo Xiaolou was in a daze for a moment, as if they had returned to the time when they quit the game for the first time. Mo Yu was standing in front of the game cabin like this, stretching out that hand to him. Concern only for the hands.

Luo Xiaolou found that he didn't want to respond anymore.

Standing up carefully from the soft white net by myself, the vines of the white tree under his feet were pulled away in an instant, and You Xian stopped in mid-air, and the world returned to its peaceful state. illusion.

"Mo Feng just sent a message." Mo Yu withdrew his hand and said, "Are you ready?"

In that ironic question, Luo Xiaolou clearly understood the fate that awaited him—forgetting everything about him now, being drawn by a brand new memory, and living forever as an NPC.

It actually doesn't sound that bad, does it?

Luo Xiaolou looked dazed and almost wanted to nod in response, but...

"Not yet."

You Xian's voice floated above the icy white tree, Luo Xiaolou took a deep breath, and just now made a final request, "You haven't taken me to the ancient earth yet!"

As soon as Mo Yu's expression moved, he heard Luo Xiaolou's voice so sad that it seemed to be stained with tears, "You promised!"

***

On the way to the teleportation exit of the comprehension world, Luo Xiaolou heard a small commotion. This kind of sound is not unfamiliar to him in his artificially created memory. He even heard it when he met Qinglian. of.Closing his eyes, he is like a stone statue standing in the center of the square without tears or words, silently enjoying the praise from the onlookers.

For those who often pay attention to the dynamics of the game, the name Luo Xiaolou is no longer unfamiliar. He is a young man, a white-clothed immortal family, not to mention, someone helped him play a good hand of cards.

When he arrived at the portal, the crowd made a loud and enthusiastic sound, which was even worse than when Qinglian appeared at Xianqiao.Luo Xiaolou knew in his heart that without Mo Yu's arrangement, his popularity would not be comparable to Qinglian's.

Moxiu let him go first as always, Luo Xiaolou stepped forward, through the brilliant light of the conveyor belt, he smiled wryly at the gradually blurred silhouettes of the crowd around him.

Youxian is wearing white printed fish pattern cloud shoes. When Luo Xiaolou stepped on these shoes and came out of the conveyor belt, he felt like a dream.

The small town at night on the ancient earth was unbelievably quiet. Under the clear moonlight, a white-clothed Youxian raised his head and looked at the surrounding scene. In that lonely past life, he was alone in a cheap T-shirt, with his head down, stepping on the ground. Going home with flip flops, how can there be half of the leisure and elegance like now.

Mo Yu stood behind Luo Xiaolou, You Xian looked up and fell into his eyes, a young man in good season, with an unbelievably delicate and beautiful face, white shirt flying, casting elongated and elongated hair under the faint street lights shadow.

"Go home." Luo Xiaolou said in a low voice.

His life is a circle, from the beginning to the end, he thinks he has seen the unparalleled scenery, but at the end, he is just on the way home, even if this way home, he can't help but feel Sadness and regret.

"I know why you made me?" Luo Xiaolou turned around and stood opposite Mo Yu.

You Xian's eyebrows and eyes are exquisite and indifferent, with an air of elegance and elegance. Mo Yu didn't know how to respond to these eyes for a while. Even Luo Xiaolou is more grateful than fond.

"Actually, I have also studied it," Luo Xiaolou said while stroking the lamppost closest to him, "Many real NPCs will leak game information in exchange for profit, so you need me, a tight-lipped NPC."

The protagonist of this world is like a child who can't grow up, his round eyes are always full of innocence and childish light, so when he is wearing an indifferent shell and speaking sadly, It also makes people feel distressed.

But this time Mo Yu was wrong, Luo Xiaolou's simple words were not the words of a child pretending to be strong, nor was it a kind of frankness that wanted to be pitied, it was not even a complaint, a kind of irony.

The real situation is that it is the bravery of a child when he grows up in an instant, and that is the sound of immature and stubborn love breaking through the ground!

Luo Xiaolou's slender hands moved away from the smooth painted surface of the lamp post by the side of the street, he turned around and smiled at Mo Yu, then walked forward quickly, wrapping his arms around Mo Yu's neck...

Cold kisses!

It's heartbreakingly cold!

Then came a pair of tearful eyes, "I don't want to..." Luo Xiaolou's trembling voice floated in the night sky where the street lights were sparse. He paused for a while before adding, "...forget about you."

On that quiet night, Luo Xiaolou begged Mo Yu——I can keep my mouth shut and do what you want, so please let me keep all the memories!

***

Ask, is Luo Xiaolou's begging useful?The answer is, no.

The truth of the reality is that no game provider can tolerate such an existence, so after that sad kiss, Luo Xiaolou disappeared.

The background kept the data information for him, but the memory was replaced by the Master Qianji who had prepared it long ago.

From then on, Luo Xiaolou changed his name to Luo Xiaolou, and became the guardian of thousands of secrets in Tianzhu game.

However, I don't know whether it's Mo Feng's selfishness or negligence, whether it's the luck in this world or the greatest misfortune, but in Luo Xiaolou, there is something that was not planned...

According to the task column, Luo Xiaolou, the head of Qianjimen, has a pair of heavenly eyes since he was a child, and can see through the past and past of everything in the world.

But there is only one thing, even the head of the sect can't tell clearly, Luo Xiaolou, who was born in a family, doesn't remember that he married his wife, but he has a marriage contract on him.

Later, there was an experience post on Tianzhu’s game forum, which said that it is best to wear ink clothes when you go to Qianjimen to do tasks, so that the share of rewards will be much higher. After the players tried it twice, most of them replied to express their gratitude... …

There are many posts on the forum, Tianzhu players are exchanging all kinds of game experience here, but they are not only exchanging experience, they also say some overnight complaints, they also talk about some topics about friendship and love, and in those Simple text and voice contain people's various records and understandings of life.

Although everyone knows that there will always be newer, more tricky, and hot topics, which will replace the popular posts that were once smashing, but the players still enjoy participating, sighing, and living. Like a small building, noisy and quiet, let the time flow, let the future come!