Boyfriend came back from infinite flow

Of course, that's not what he said in his original words, it was just "Can I help you share a little bit?"

I listened, of course I said yes.

He is in love with me.

I look at him, look at his face, look at his smile at me, look at his soul—and think so.

But, still a but.

I have another hesitation.

He loves me, is this love the same as before?

Before that world died, he loved me just as much.

I don't doubt this.

To this day, he has the same feelings for me.So, will he...

Also will kill me for other people?

I'm starting to be unsure.

We go to school and work day by day.

I watched with cold eyes, watching him do his best for my "career".

I like the way he pays for me.

Especially after such a sacrifice, I want to see him cry again.He is very hard, but he will still work very hard to make me happy.

I'm almost addicted to it.

I'm addicted to it.

I live like this, one month and two months, one year and two years.We graduated and officially started working according to the habits of this world. He is the best partner, capable and sensible, and most importantly, he loves me.

We have many anniversaries and he will surprise me from time to time.Sometimes, I even suspect that he has long thought of everything in the past.

He loves "Please."

As if at the end of the previous world, he lay in my arms and begged me in a low voice.

I woke up a little from the intoxication and started to think.

Now he is just an ordinary person.However, there is still a powerful force in his soul.

If this wasn't an ordinary world where technology wasn't even considered advanced, but instead had magic and other powers as the fulcrum, then he would definitely not be what he is now.

Later, something touched his memory, and he returned to his previous appearance.

How will he choose?

I do not know.

It's hard for him to kill me again.After such a long time, I have undergone earth-shaking changes.Even if you want to crush the current world bubble, it is not difficult.

The problem is, it's not just what he actually does that hurts me.

Even if he thinks about it, I will have to bear the pain of heart-pounding again.

I don't want to face such a situation.

I would open my eyes and look at him at night and put my hand on his neck.

Strangling him was the easier choice.

But when my hand tightened a little bit, his eyelids trembled, as if he was about to wake up.

I paused, retracted my hand, closed my eyes, and pretended to sleep.

He woke up, still very sleepy, dazed, dawdling in my arms.

Very attached to me.

After a while, he got up and went to the living room to get water to drink.After coming back, he didn't fall asleep, but just looked at me like that.

I let him watch.

I saw him slowly approaching me and kissing me.

After the kiss, as if satisfied, I stuffed myself into my arms and fell asleep again.

Little did he know, the person next to him wanted to kill him.

I don't know if I really want to kill him.

But if you don't kill him, do you have to wait for the guillotine to fall at some point?

more than this

I found that the sacrifice has "started" again.

It's not my will.

To use the words after Ji Xiao Day, my existence is equivalent to a "source of infection".The concrete manifestation of the "virus" is the "game" after another.

These "games" are not controlled by me, they only exist because of me.

Admittedly, I am different in the end.When those game creatures see me, they will have instinctive fear.With a thought, I can even fabricate a new "game" for players who have already been selected to join.

However, I am not the mastermind of these "games".

It was as if many years ago, he was still a kingdom of priests.On the continent where I am, every once in a while, a gray soul that can be seen by everyone will appear.

Before he died that time, he wanted me to leave.In a way, this is indeed the right choice.

It's just that at that time, he didn't know if he could succeed.Even I didn't realize the extent of my influence.

I looked at him sleeping in my arms, and the more I hesitated, the more thoughts I had.

I want to get a definite answer.This kind of obsession gradually overwhelmed the intoxication of the present life.

So what to do?

I gradually had an idea.

First of all, he is still too weak now, and he must find a way to increase his strength.

this is very simple.As long as he participates in the "game", his physical fitness will gradually improve.

It's like after a person gets sick, there will be "sequelae".

However, considering my purpose, I left a little more thought.

He won't get hurt.After seeing him die in front of me once, I'm pretty sure I never want to see him bleed again.

But he needs to believe that he has really experienced the "game".

So, I altered his memory a little bit, implanting other people's traumatic experiences into his head.

This is a good thing that kills two birds with one stone.

If he can abandon the previous "sacrifice" and just be my partner wholeheartedly, then one day in the future, after I get a definite answer, all memories of "games" will be erased from his mind.

But if he still hasn't changed, still wants to take care of everyone, still—will hurt me for other people.

Then this false memory will turn into clumps of thorns and kill him.

I stayed in the long river of time for a long time, which affected me somewhat, and gave me the ability to switch time.

Just a moment ago, he was still being "interrogated" by me.At the next moment, he fell asleep in my arms, and in his sleep, he had many terrible memories.

I feel his trembling and examine his awakening.

I recalled his various performances in the "game", and felt regretful.

He is still him.

I wasn't even that disappointed when the idea came up.

But I wanted him after all.

So, if he can't choose me, then I will help him.

He once killed me for "other people", then I will make him betray all relatives and lose his reputation - at this time, will he choose me?

Everything is going on in an orderly manner.

He woke up and looked at me.

His eyes were a little different, much sharper and more stern.But after seeing me, it will still become soft.

He actually felt worried, felt that he had become different, would I not love him because of this.

how could be?

He obviously hasn't changed at all.

He was serious, and in a threatening tone, said that if I really stopped loving him, he would lock me up.

I listened, first thought: it seems good.

Then I thought: When he doesn't love me, can I lock him up?

This idea came up many times in the future.

But I'm ultimately not willing to kid myself.

I must have an answer.

Even such an answer, most likely, will not make me happy.

We got on a boat and spent seven days on the island.

He talked about his parents.

I listened and asked him what he thought of the house that was taken away by his uncle and aunt.

He said, forget it.

After getting this answer, the first "game" in reality began.

I'm still pretty sure he will be tortured, but he won't be hurt.

But I overlooked one thing.

I can influence the game, my thoughts are the thoughts of the game.

I thought "he is willing to die for me", and then, a long knife stabbed into his body.

He started bleeding.

He bled more than when he coughed in the royal court, and his body temperature also went away.

Even then, he still told me to go quickly.

He would indeed kill me for someone else, but he already valued me more than him.

This kind of thought is like a fire, burning my internal organs.

When he closed his eyes, I thought: This game should be over.

The helicopter broke through the fog and found our ship.

The game creature that hurt him exploded in front of me, turned into a pool of flesh, and disappeared.

I took him into the helicopter and watched him lie on the hospital bed.

I weighed in my mind: Should I just stop like this? ...I treated his wounds, then erased his wounded memories, and put all previous plans on hold.

I haven't figured out an answer yet, but he told me that he was going to die in order not to drag me down.

I was instantly furious.

How could he, how could he? !

I change my mind.

He needs to be taught a lesson.

He must be taught a lesson!

I was reluctant to hurt him, but he dared to hurt himself?

I negotiated with him and let him go.

There was no surveillance in that house.

I didn't need monitoring in the first place.

His every move is in my sight.

I watched him struggle to change his dressing, and I watched him develop a high fever due to injury.I watched all this indifferently, and felt differently when he called out my name while he was talking in his sleep.

I appeared by his bedside and asked him if he wanted to hurry up.

He thought he was dreaming.

Again he thought he was dreaming.

Unlike last time, this time, I didn't mishear his words.

He took my hand, still looking attached and pitiful, and asked me if I could give him a hug.

I sighed and hugged him as he wished.

This night, as I stroked his back, various thoughts changed in my heart.

I held a little bit of thought, thinking, since I am a little more important than him, then am I also a little more important than "others".

I decided to cut the mess quickly and put the choice in front of him in advance.

If he gives an answer that satisfies me, then I won't make it hard for him anymore.

When drawing the props, I touched the long knife of the dragon slayer and the extremely aggressive scroll.

But these are not what I need.

In the end, I found an item that allowed him to join, and let another player extract something that could make him better.

one stone two bird.

The only trouble is——I think about it later, and I also feel that maybe from the beginning, I understand his choice.

Otherwise, how could I let a person who will definitely be given up by him draw that healing scroll?

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