Infinite world, extreme experience

[——The ninth edition of Infinite World is officially launched. 】

[——The ninth edition still adopts the random selection mode. 】

【——Please load the system immediately, all players. 】

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With the sound of cold mechanical sounds, the chaotic world became quiet, and the sounds of excitement or panic also quieted down, and it seemed that only the delicate and delicate mechanical sounds remained in my ears.

Some people yearn for it.

Some people can't avoid it.

But everyone knows that the infinite world has adopted the random selection mode since the fourth edition, and now it is updated to the ninth edition. Some lucky people have not been pulled in once, and some lucky people have successfully passed several updates. After the unfortunate one was involved in the infinite world, he never came out again.

No one knows what will happen to those who are never heard from again.

Some people gradually realize that this is some kind of screening, like Darwin’s natural selection, those who survive are the strong, and every time people who are successfully updated from the system become stronger and richer, and those who disappear Those people are usually cowardly and incompetent people...

Therefore, some people want to use the system to change their destiny time and time again, increase their wealth, and use the infinite world to stand at the top of the pyramid.

Are they afraid of death?

Of course they are afraid, but they are even more afraid of living inactively.

However, more ordinary people just want to live a good life.

The infinite world is shuffling.

Churchill was terrified.

He didn't expect that he would be pulled in this time.

He was the lucky one in the previous eight times. He was not noticed by the system, did not participate in the cruel survival game, and survived safely.He doesn't have any ambitions. Some people hope to enter the infinite world to realize the freedom of wealth, but he has an endless inheritance, so there is no need to harm his life for money.

He thought that this time, he could continue to be lucky and be a leisurely fish that slipped through the net. After all, he was very happy to be a salted fish before the inheritance was spent.

However, luck seems to have run out.

This time, the spirit of the parents in heaven failed.

He wiped away his tears and told himself to be strong, isn't there still someone who gets out alive.

What's more, his parents told him since he was a child that he was born to be the protagonist.

protagonist.

What is the main character?

A man with a halo.

Churchill sniffed and told himself, don't bow your head easily, the halo will drop.

He looked around, it was a dense forest, the leaves on top of his head covered the sky, and he couldn't tell whether it was day or night, but fortunately, there were street lights every few meters in this place, the lights were not too dim, and the whole area was illuminated The forest is not scary either.

He walked forward, humming a tune while walking, pretending that he was walking comfortably, like going out for a walk after dinner.

But, who can tell him, that thing in front of him... what is it? ? !

It was a huge green monster, at least two meters wide and four meters high, slowly wriggling towards him like a huge ball.

Churchill froze in place.He wanted to run, but he didn't know why, when he saw that big soft mass, it was as if his acupoints had been tapped, and his calf kept shaking, but he couldn't lift it up.

"Help, help, help—" Churchill cried out in despair, "Father—"

With a loud "bang", Churchill trembled in fright, curled up and looked back.

It was a handsome and tall man, wearing a black overalls, he dragged him into the woods by his collar involuntarily.

Churchill yelled instinctively, "Dad, um—"

The man covered his mouth, Qitong stared at him, and whispered: "Shut up, that thing can hear you."

"..." They hid in the bushes, only to hear the sound of humming and humming on the path getting louder, and the big green ball suddenly accelerated and rushed, as if it was mounted on a hot wheel.

The man let go of his hand after the green ball disappeared. Churchill took a deep breath, but he still didn't dare to speak out, and asked in a breathy voice, "What is that?"

The man looked at him solemnly, and also replied in a breathy voice: "I don't know."

Churchill looked at the other party, and after a while, he said: "Brother, I don't think you are a bad person, let's form an alliance."

He has no experience, low force value, the only thing worth mentioning is that he firmly believes that he has golden fingers like the protagonist... However, since the big brother has just saved himself, according to the international practice that the protagonist must repay his favor, Then form an alliance with him, and let him be rewarded with the luck of the protagonist or something, and maybe help him survive until the end of the play.

It can be regarded as saving a life, which is a good thing.

Unexpectedly, the other party shrugged indifferently, "Whatever."

After Churchill introduced himself, he asked the other party how to address him.

"Susukino."

"Oh, Brother Bo."

Susukino raised his eyebrows, "Brother? Didn't you ask Dad to save you just now?"

Churchill: "?"

"It's so ruthless to turn your face and deny your father."

Churchill: "..."

Churchill wanted to explain that what he called just now was the father in the sky. After all, having no father and no mother is a standard configuration for most male protagonists, but he glanced out of the corner of his eye and asked in surprise, "What is that?"

Susukino followed his gaze and saw that it was a large dark rectangular box, the size of which was a bit like... a coffin, and there was a relief of Bana flowers on it.

Churchill trembled in his heart, and trembled uncontrollably. He felt that this ghost world was even more eerie. It's over, it's over, isn't this a coffin of death specially made for the protagonist?

He doesn't want to lie in it!

Susukino had already walked to the side of the coffin. After a general inspection, he was about to push off the upper layer. Churchill hugged his arm suddenly: "What do you want?"

"Open the coffin." Susukino said naturally, "Don't you want to see what's inside?"

I don't want to!

Churchill shook his head vigorously, and asked cautiously, "How much do you know about this world?"

Susukino snorted, curled his lips and sneered, "I'm here for the first time, otherwise No. 1 on the wealth list would still be the guy?"

"Since you don't understand," Churchill found a reason to persuade: "Then let's be more cautious. What if there are zombies inside? I'm most afraid of zombies!"

"You don't understand this. The so-called starving to death of the bold and timid has come, how can you go back empty-handed?" Susukino squeezed his chin and thought: "I don't know which era the zombies are from, let alone the modern times. Yes, being young is worthless, it is better to be a thousand-year-old... I will take it back and exchange it for my wife!"

Churchill stared at the coffin board tremblingly, feeling as if as soon as the board was lifted, a mysterious force would seal him in. He clutched his chest sadly, hoping that this big brother who had just had the fate of his protagonist would be enlightened. Stop clinging to this ominous piece of wood—otherwise it would be embarrassing for the protagonist to hang up at the beginning.

As a result, the elder brother was very ignorant of good and bad, he only had eyes on the coffin board, and the eyes he stared at the coffin board were full of affection, like looking at a wife.

Susukino is really like looking at his wife. If the things inside are valuable, doesn't that mean that the wife has got it?The wife is already in hand, isn't the wife in hand?Now that the wife is in hand, can't you make a sauce?

Churchill didn't know that Susukino's mind could jump from the coffin board to the sauce with his wife. He clenched his palms tightly and dared not open his eyes, but the sound of moving the coffin board was clearly heard.

"..."

After a while, Susukino let out a "huh".

Churchill still didn't dare to open his eyes, and didn't want to see his final resting place so early. At this moment, Churchill was caught by Ah Q: As long as I don't open my eyes, it will be Schrödinger's coffin!

But Churchill didn't hear Susukino's words for a long time, and couldn't help asking: "How is it? Does the character fit the protagonist's profile?"

Susukino let out a trailing "Mm--" with emotions that Churchill could not hear in the tone.

Churchill is not in the mood to think about anything else now, he just slumped on the ground and muttered, "It's over, it really is for me."

Susukino stared at the coffin for a long time. Hearing what he said, he turned his head and asked curiously, "Is it prepared for you?"

Churchill sobbed softly, a little helpless and a little proud: "Heaven will send a great responsibility to the people... This is my responsibility and my destiny."

...Susukino only thinks that he plays too much.

"It's not a big deal to like men." Susukino looked into the coffin again: "And this little brother is pretty good-looking."

"Ok?"

"What's the name of that fairy tale... Sleeping Beauty!"

Churchill climbed to the coffin, opened one eye and looked in tentatively.

Sure enough, there was a sleeping man lying inside—the reason why he knew he was alive was because he saw the slight rise and fall of the man's chest.

This is indeed a good-looking man, with fair and delicate skin, a high nose bridge, thin lips tightly closed, and a superior jaw line...

After confirming that it wasn't his own coffin, Churchill was relieved. He didn't appreciate men's hobbies, but corrected: "The one lying in the coffin is Snow White."

Susukino let out an indifferent oh.

"And that's 'Sleeping Beauty,' not 'Sleeping Beauty.'"

"Don't you like men?"

"..." Churchill thought he had misunderstood, and said solemnly, "I am a straight man!"

Susukino smiled reassuringly: "It's okay, I don't discriminate against homosexuals."

Seeing this, Churchill quickly emphasized: "I am really a straight man!"

"I really don't discriminate."

"..."

The two looked at the person in the coffin and sat in silence for a while. Churchill asked, "What should we do now? Wake him up?"

Susukino shook the man's shoulder, but did not respond.

Churchill was a little envious: "It's so sweet to sleep."

"Hey," Susukino suddenly thought of a question: "How did Snow White wake up in the coffin?"

"Woke up by the prince's kiss, why..."

Susukino's eyes fell on the man's tightly closed red lips, and after staring for a while, the corners of his mouth curled up.

Churchill also realized Susukino's intentions, took two steps back abruptly, covered his mouth with his hands as if guarding against something, and the voice came from between his fingers: "Don't even think about it! This is my first kiss, I want to keep it Give it to the girl you like!"

"..." Susukino was about to lean down, but when he heard him suddenly calling vaguely, he turned his head in astonishment: "What did you say?"

Churchill still tightly covered his mouth, with a firm look of swearing to the death: "Although the protagonist should have dedication, the lips of the hero belong to the heroine!"

Susukino's frown could almost pinch the passing fireflies to death, "...huh?"

Churchill insisted: "Even if you beg me, I will not agree!"

After a while, Susukino's lips moved, and Churchill recognized the mouth shape—"Stupid."

"Hmph! I will swear to the death to defend the right of the heroine...Fuck!!!"

"It's noisy."

A detached baritone voice rang in his ears.

Susukino turned around, and saw the sleeping man opened his eyes and sat up, his eyes were as clear as stars, and his gaze fell on him lightly.

He had never seen such a good-looking man.

When this person was lying down just now, he felt that he was too good-looking. How can a boy have such long eyelashes, such bright eyes, fair and delicate skin, and his facial features are actually more delicate than girls.

This good-looking man looked at Susukino for a while, then shifted his gaze to Churchill: "What are you calling?"

Churchill still hadn't recovered from his shock.

Susukino coughed lightly, "He said he wants to wake you up by kissing you like a prince."

Churchill: "?"

Susukino: "But I stopped it."

Churchill: "..."

"Thank you." The man rested his knuckles slowly on the edge of the coffin, and said lightly, "You saved him."

The tone was obviously just a little alienated, but Churchill had the illusion of falling into an ice cave.

Susukino smiled unceremoniously: "He also wants to do good things, but he didn't pay attention to the method." After finishing speaking, he lowered his voice and said, "He likes men, you'd better not get too close to him."

"Hmm." The man lowered his eyes and didn't say much. He just looked at Churchill inexplicably, and silently climbed out of the coffin from another direction.

Churchill: "..."

Susukino asked again: "Brother, what's your name?"

"..." The man called "Little Brother" was stunned for a while, as if he was very surprised by this question, then his head throbbed, he couldn't help but frowned, rubbed his forehead uncomfortablely, fell silent for a while, and then slowly Slowly said: "My name is... Bai Ying."

"Which two words?"

"...the cypress of the pine and cypress, the shadow of the shadow."

The author has something to say: Churchill: You two gays are messing around!Varied!what!