The daily vest cannot be dropped

Tang Xiaonuo: [May 21st, [-]:[-] p.m. Beijing time, at the carousel in Pingyu Amusement Park.Brother Ye Shou, please! ! ]

Today is May NO.20, the so-called "520" ethos has been popular in Huaguo for a long time, the streets are full of pink bubbles, and various decorations and activities for couples are in full swing.

But for Wen Muqing, who has been widowed for more than 20 years, and even wants to continue widowed to the end, these are not big things, at most... When will there be more openings, you can take the vest to the couple discount store to grab some discounted cakes to eat .

But the reason why he could think of these things was because the location Tang Xiaonuo chose was so special that he couldn't help but think of scenes from TV dramas.

I think when he was a child, he was still deeply worried about the sadomasochistic relationship between Xiaolan and Prince You Le.

The system is a bit dissatisfied: [Why did you choose to go to the amusement park? Pingyu Amusement Park usually closes at 06:30 in the afternoon. Recently, the night show was opened because of couple activities.Host, he has bad intentions. ]

Wen Muqing almost shook his hand and threw out the wonton soup. He said helplessly, "System, what are you thinking about... Could it be a virus? Tang Xiaonuo probably didn't dare to tell that girl that he was looking for it." I went to 'eliminate evil spirits', and going to the amusement park was just an excuse to ask her out."

"Otherwise, depending on that little girl's temper, she wouldn't think there was anything wrong with her even if she was beaten to death."

He still remembered that under the moon that day, the girl with short hair, whose eyes were red from crying, looked like a bunny ready to bite at any time, the fierceness in her eyes had not been extinguished.

——Although he has doubts about the meaning of his own existence, he can still choose to die with that weirdness for no reason.

This kind of person tends to go to extremes in thinking, and is cruel to himself and others.If she is really paranoid about "Flute Soul", if she doesn't solve it, she will be used by people with bad intentions sooner or later, and then it will easily lead to more disasters.

"I didn't expect that I would be regarded as a god one day..." Wen Muqing murmured, "This responsibility is too heavy."

The system said arrogantly: [With me here, you can become a god. ]

"But being a god is too tiring. I can't do it yet." Wen Muqing said earnestly, "Eternal aloofness and strength, combined with protection and promises to believers, requires a strong mental capacity."

"But I can't, I will be sad for other people's sadness, and I will be sad for other people's death. I can't even guarantee that I will lose my mind because of something."

He analyzed the possible irrational future in a rational state.

This is Wen Muqing's reason and gentleness, which constitutes an extremely complicated psychological state.

The system listened to him dissecting his own heart little by little, but the supposedly cold and emotionless program still had uncontrollable ripples, and the glistening blue data flow quietly spread, corroding the closed core in its core. Lock.

But the system's attention is not on itself at all, it is a little helpless: [That's wrong, you won't lose your mind, and I won't let you have an accident. ]

Wen Muqing is really strange. He wants to be good for others from the bottom of his heart, and his heart is full of sensibility, but at the same time, he is full of absolute rationality, and his insight into human nature is higher than that of half-baked systems. Quite a lot.The contradictions between the two conflict, and one day they may fall into entanglement.

There was no system before, and he was at best an ordinary student with excellent popularity. In his life, he had never met a bad person who used his kindness to do evil things, and there were very few things he could do.

At best, it is to use my excellent memory to help the whole class draw a key point or something.

But now it's different.Facing known disasters, he who has special abilities can do more and more things, and his sense of responsibility can't help but increase.

Facing the system's promise, Wen Muqing just gave a shallow "hmm", and didn't rule out the possibility of him losing control from his heart.

The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. He is not a superhero, and no one around him can understand his fear. Even the system thinks that he is a special case among human beings, and he can be relied on.

That's why he really wants to quickly adapt to wearing more vests, even if it is an individual he controls, but he can barely use it to comfort himself during contact, and there are other people standing in the same position as him, who can share his inner pain. anxious.

The system whispered authentically: [I just said, if human beings don't sleep well, they will be very tired mentally, you should go to bed early. ]

Wen Muqing also seemed to be playful, and replied in a low voice: "Let me sleep on my body, and I will use the soul of the flute and the night watchman to practice double play, okay?"

[Just for fun? ] The system is suspicious and authentic, he emphasized, [The main body really wants to sleep. ]

"Don't worry!" Wen Muqing emphasized, "I will not do anything that cannot predict the outcome."

Of course it's predictable, let's talk.

At 10:30 in the evening, for the first time, Wen Muqing held two cards in his hands. The "Flute Soul" full of bright light and the simple and silent "Night Watchman" were as exquisite as standing paintings drawn by a high-priced artist.

The system exhorted nervously: [When you open the card, immediately shift your consciousness. I have tested it, and you are still close to 50 points of energy blessing from the threshold of the third opening, so don't be rash. ]

"OK."

Wen Muqing threw the two cards up, and in a flash of light, two figures suddenly appeared in the middle of the small shop. The body who was originally sitting on the chair leaned gently on the soft cushion, his eyelashes moved slightly, and soon fell into a fell asleep.

They didn't act as fast as they did when they opened alone, and both card vests stagnated for a while.

The system feels that it is simply too difficult. An AI worries like an old lady every day, but thinking so, it still keeps asking: [How is it?Do you feel uncomfortable somewhere? ]

"Fortunately..." the night watchman said slowly, "I forgot, it seems that Flute Soul can't speak."

As if the world came alive in an instant, the two figures moved a little dryly. The night watchman picked up the main body and put it on the bed, and the flute soul went to the closet to pick out clothes to change.

Daily disposable cards seem to have a very short time limit, but most of the time is endless. Basically, after the durability is exhausted, there is still half of the time left. Therefore, Wen Muqing can still Use it more aggressively.

Seeing his actions, the system raised his heart again: [You don't want to drive two vests to do tasks, do you? ]

Fighting Weird is risky, what if he is unskilled and injured.

"This time, really not." Wen Muqing was helpless.

No matter how capable he is, he can't just change his vest casually and become proficient enough to go out and fight, and even fight with the two of them.

The habits, actions, personality, height and weight of each vest are different. You don’t need to think about double-opening your own body at ordinary times. It will definitely take a while to get used to two new vests.

For example, "Flute Soul", his height is about the same as Wen Muqing's original height, 178, while "Night Watchman" is very tall, nearly 1.9 meters in height, and "Shu Ling" is 1.5 meters five, needless to say When Wen Mu cleaned up the vest, he once wondered how the little girl went to play in a crowded place.

[Then why are you going out? ] The system is like a furry cat, afraid that the owner will go find other goblins.

"There is a night market in Pingyu City tonight. I want to go to a place where there are more people to play cards, so that I can concentrate more." Wen Muqing quickly changed the clothes of "Flute Soul" and tied his waist-length hair Putting into a ponytail, afraid that the system would think too much, he also explained one more sentence, "It's not that I can't do it at home, it's because I really don't have a sense of substitution."

The system turned on the small red light in dissatisfaction.

It reasonably suspected that Wen Muqing wanted to go out to eat and drink, and by the way make some weird extra money.

[But the soul of the flute has no dawn. ] It muttered, [This is not safe. ]

"It's easy." Wen Muqing said, "Just look for that Liu Sandao one more time. Anyway, the black market is more lively at night."

"But now there is one biggest problem..."

[what is it? ]

Wen Muqing, who named Fei every day, pondered: "What name should the soul of the flute be called in order to match his image?"

System: [... You can ask the magical star network. ]

In the end, Wen Muqing thought very hard and named the "Flute Soul": Wen Zheliu.

He breathed a sigh of relief for the rest of his life, and said with some distress: "In the future, there will be so many cards, and I will have to make up names for each of them. This is too difficult!"

Isn't it more difficult to play if there are more cards? Why do you have to worry about the name!

The system was completely powerless to complain, but seeing the cute appearance of the two cards, it said with a big head: [I will go back to update the data, and stop the release of missions for now, take it easy and call me if you need anything. ]

Wen Muqing closed his eyes and thought about the character design of the two cards, to give himself some feeling.

After a while, the night watchman standing by the bed faced the flute soul who was sitting on a stool, wearing a white shirt, and was gently powdering his face, trying to cover up the red tattoo that was too eye-catching, and said solemnly: "Wen Zheliu , go to the black market first, and set up a morning for you, remember to restrain your overflowing energy."

With a handsome face, like a gentleman who came out of an ancient scroll, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, and he nodded silently, but the moment the night watchman turned around, there was some sarcasm in his eyes.

The next second, the lights in the shop went out, and the person lying on the bed turned over slightly, hugging the pillow next to him like a soft sloth.