The invulnerability of fast wear

He was lying in the slanting light, water stains entered his temples, his eyelashes were silvery white, and even his skin was white and transparent under this filter.

There was light red fat between the light-colored lips, and he opened his mouth slightly to try to say something, but he still didn't make a sound. He raised his arms and crossed his head to cover up the calm ripples.

The system thought that he would be scolded, but after waiting for a long time, the man was already lying on the ground with a quiet expression, looking into the darkness, and did not wait for any expected words.

It knew it should shut up at this moment, but it still said in a lowered electronic voice:

"Host……"

"Hmm." As if knowing what it was going to say, the host took over the words in a steady voice, "It's okay, it's the creator's design to automatically receive mission props without the NPC watching. I can't blame you—I just feel a little distressed..."

After blurting out the last sentence, the man's voice still collapsed.

The sour words were half-swallowed into his throat by him, and choked for a moment, maybe because he remembered that he still didn't know the real name of the other party, his confiding at the end was cut off directly, and finally turned into a ho-ho swallowing with all his strength to restrain himself.

"The host, Mr. Yan has been confirmed as a scalpel, but because of his high personal authority, the relationship chain cannot be pulled, and the headquarters has not sent relevant detailed information."

The system tries to comfort the other party:

"However, this shows that the host is assisted by a scalpel. It seems that the virus has not affected the relevant data. It is mainly because of the authority protection that Mr. Yan was missed. His personal authority is too high to pull the relationship chain. It is very likely that the Master who knows the whole system very well will definitely heal the host."

The man calmed down his violent ups and downs of breathing, and continued hoarsely:

"When will I see him?"

"As long as the host takes all the quest items from ten worlds." The system said, "should be able to meet Mr. Yan."

"Now that I think about it, there's nothing particularly inconvenient about missing an arm."

His pupils were filled with inorganic cold light, and his tone was calm:

"Can the treatment be stopped? I don't want him to go through this again, or let him not be my scalpel. I can do it alone."

"In the first article of the treatment contract, the host must complete ten worlds, otherwise the host cannot leave the Houkai system; in the third article of the scalpel contract, when the patient has not left the Houkai system, except for special circumstances, the scalpel cannot quit the treatment halfway, otherwise it will be regarded as Passive treatment, call the police; the host can read about the appendix for special circumstances."

The electronic voice gradually became serious.

"Special circumstances include, but are not limited to, the inability to continue treatment due to force majeure, such as earthquakes, typhoons, tsunamis, etc. in the surgical area; the inability to continue treatment due to life safety, such as brain death and other major diseases - other than that, withdrawal is not allowed. "The system said, "Life or death, you can only choose one of the two."

"...Then, if I die during the treatment, will he be affected by the law?"

"Although the scalpel is not affected by the law, the collapse of the home field will cause certain damage to its brain." The system said, "Like the host, the scalpel will also sign a written contract before entering the treatment. All medical accidents shall be fully borne by the parties concerned.”

His pupils tightened, and Wu Xie clenched his fingers violently. That impossible idea came to mind again, but he forcibly pressed it down.

"...So that's how it is." The man said with a difficult tone, "But I'm afraid he won't be able to wait."

"The host doesn't need to worry, the scalpel is absolutely clear about the rules."

"I don't mean the rules, I mean the spirit." Thumbling a lock of hair that hangs slightly on the forehead with the thumb, the eyebrows are furrowed to suppress the shadow, "The brain is a mysterious area that can be developed. Activity, within the controllable range, calculation, modeling, and knowledge instillation are not unusual, but what I am worried about has nothing to do with these, it is something on the psychological level.”

"I know we'll meet again in the next world, but it's still extremely uncomfortable when I leave."

The flushed eyes quickly closed, and the tremor in the voice was instantly smoothed out:

"Yan Song doesn't know anything, I can't imagine what will happen if he doesn't delete his memories... There is a high probability that it will become a very terrifying indoctrination experience. In terms of hardware-the brain may be able to accommodate it, but for the mental defense line It is said that this kind of overindoctrination is comparable to a magnitude [-] tsunami, and if it continues like this, there will definitely be problems.”

Ever since he learned of the existence of the so-called "administrator", he has been thinking about how the Honkai system constructs regions.

All kinds of knowledge learned in the second world, especially the materials used to study brain supplements in the later period, were particularly helpful for him to analyze the functional structure of the system—probably because he has been a Ph.D. get rid of.

After confirming with the system at the transfer station last time that the healing world is composed of subconscious physics, he had a lot of doubts, and at the same time, he also had a lot of worries.

Once Yansong was involved in these worries, he became anxious.

The current passes through, and the system quickly puts forward opinions on the host's words:

"The host can hint to the scalpel multiple times while stabilizing the OOC value of the character. After the world mission is completed, the other party will definitely understand the meaning of the host."

The electronic tone hesitated for a few seconds:

"However, whether to delete memories is entirely up to the scalpel. Judging from the past character personality, the host's scalpel has a very strong personality and may not listen to the host's command."

"...I know." The man wiped his face, "Thanks."

Gradually regaining strength in his limbs, he opened his eyes, rolled over and sat up, his metal right arm gleaming in the light.

The infusion thread has been covered by a new bone plate. From the appearance, it is already very close to a normal arm, but there is still a gap in the part made up of the axle, and the flashing texture of the components and the fine infusion thread can still be seen inside.

I believe that after clearing the tenth world, this arm will return to its original state.

He stared at it in a daze for a while, recalling a series of things caused by this thing, and started his life back from the beginning, and the blood on his lips almost disappeared.

The emotional value suddenly became disordered, and the system quickly sensed the abnormality of the host, and quickly asked:

"Is the host okay, do you want to listen to music for a while?"

"It's okay." The man smiled formulaically, "I'm fine."

The emotional line stabilized at the moment the words were spoken, and the system was a little surprised. After contacting the host's previous performance, the electronic voice could not help but bring slight fluctuations:

"The host... is getting more and more familiar with the rules of this world."

"Yeah." He smiled, "I really want to take Mr. Yan out."

The obvious sadness on his face was refreshed in an instant, and the man's expression brightened, only the still red eye sockets proved his past sadness.

0001 found himself increasingly unable to understand what the host was thinking.

Starting from the second world, it can perceive that certain parts of the host are changing—becoming more aware of the purpose, and willing to use appropriate means to achieve the desired result.

Like a player who has gradually grasped the rules of the game, he has become more comfortable when performing customs clearance tasks, and he can even test and predict the outcome at the edge of danger.

Whether this change is good or bad, it cannot judge.

"Speaking of it." Wu Xie let out a little laugh, this time he looked more real, "It's a pity that I didn't see him become a bride."

System: "...the police have been called."

"No." The man tried to explain, "I mean, with Mr. Yan's qualifications, Feng Guanxiapei must be amazing, I just want to see..."

The system maliciously truncates the answer:

"If the host wants to see women's clothing, the system can help you reorganize a set of clothes."

Wu Xie, who hadn't expected such a function at all, was taken aback for a moment:

"Is this your new function?"

"That's right." The system asked, "Master, do you want to try it? The system can also take screenshots for you."

"No... I will only be regarded as a pervert if I wear women's clothes with my body type." The man brushed aside the broken hair on his forehead, and smiled smartly, "But speaking of photography skills, I have participated in the photography club before, if I have the opportunity to meet Mr. Yan—— If he wanted to, I would definitely shoot him like a cover model."

It's over, its host...

The electronic sound fluctuated slightly, and did not continue to entangle on this topic.

This time, Wu Xie saw clearly where the white light from time-space transformation came from.

A large area of ​​light was released at the end of the slanting light, and the circular beam of light expanded instantly, completely illuminating the entire pitch-black space for a while, and the man melted into the light. film.

Like an abyss crouching beneath the surface of the water.

The author has something to say:

small theater:

System: Women's Clothes, Boss

Wu Xie: No, no, no.

Mr. Yan: No, no, no.

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