After the system became a teddy bear, the roommate took a fancy to it

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Xiao Xuanlong was startled by this movement, his mouth opened in a sluggish state, and the woman and Zhao Huachao also fell silent for a moment, bent over with sticks and stopped, the caller for help forgot to open his mouth, even the sound of the dam's water flow stopped , it seemed that the whole world was stuck because of Zhao Huayuan.

However, this vision lasted for a very short time. After about three seconds, as Xiao Xuanlong rushed over angrily, the water flow of the woman, Zhao Huachao, and even the entire dam returned to normal.

"What did you do?!" Xiao Xuanlong was so angry that his face was distorted, and his immature face was full of anger and mania that did not match his age. He rushed over two steps and wanted to grab Zhao Huayuan's hand, but Zhao Huayuan didn't Raise your arms first.

"My brother died a long time ago. It wasn't him who was there, it was just a hallucination." The desire to kill was subdued a lot under the suppression of the pain, and Zhao Huayuan's mind became quite clear.

He looked at Xiao Xuanlong: "You are also an illusion, he will not let me do such a thing."

"What are you talking about?" Xiao Xuanlong said coldly.

"Why do you want me to kill someone?" Zhao Huayuan looked at the child condescendingly: "Are you the one who reminded me to kill someone twice before?"

A woman 300 meters away was approaching Zhao Huachao step by step. Seeing that the long stick was about to stab him down completely, Zhao Huayuan chatted calmly with the person in front of him at this moment, looking like he was completely ready to die saved.

Zhao Huachao saw that the head of the pole symbolizing death was getting closer and closer to him, but his elder brother who could save him stopped beside the temple. No matter how desperately he called for help, there was no tendency to come over, he was so desperate that he didn't even cry out.

"What do you mean I want you to kill someone?" Xiao Xuanlong snorted mockingly: "You are the one who wants to kill people, can you stop being so hypocritical, the urge to want them to disappear really comes from you."

This procedure was exaggerated at best, but if Zhao Huayuan didn't have these dark thoughts, a clever woman would be hard-pressed to cook without rice, and this procedure would be invalid.

"Yes, so why do you want my wishes to come true?" Zhao Huayuan confessed.

"..." Xiao Xuanlong stared at him with big black and white eyes, the more innocent and beautiful his eyes looked, the more vigilant he was when he stared at people with consideration and scheming: "Don't you feel good?"

As they talked, there was a cry from the dam, and then the sound of something splashing into the water.

Zhao Huayuan's heart skipped a beat.

Zhao Huachao finally fell.

That was a lie, Zhao Huachao had died long ago, if he went there, he would definitely not be able to help but want to kill that woman, and would only fall into the trap of the master of the illusion step by step.

His left arm had already started to weaken due to excessive blood loss, and his left sleeve was full of his blood, and even the small half of his shirt was soaked red.

Zhao Huayuan felt the pain from the wound, so as to maintain his rationality, he kept telling himself that his decision was not wrong.

"Look, Zhao Huachao died again because you didn't get rid of that woman in time." Xiao Xuanlong precisely stepped on the point of his uneasy conscience: "Zhao Huachao is also miserable, he liked you quite a lot before he was alive, otherwise he wouldn't Suspected and killed."

"As a result, you dawdled here when you had a chance to save him."

Yes, no matter how you say it, the "person" who just fell also has the face of Zhao Huachao. This time Zhao Huayuan had many chances to save him, but he dragged him until he fell and did not extend a helping hand. The woman ganged up on him and killed him.

He judged that Zhao Huachao is a virtual character, and in the eyes of the system, Zhao Huayuan himself is also a virtual character. The virtual and the real can't be judged simply by looking at it. He didn't kill anyone, but he might actually send him away. a life.

"But it's okay," Xiao Xuanlong changed the subject and said, "This woman is coming, you can avenge your brother, he liked you so much before, you won't easily let the person who killed him go?"

After the woman killed the man, she threw the long stick into the river. The swift current below instantly swallowed the bamboo stick. After a short while, I saw the drab stick bobbing up and down in the river far away from the temple. Zhao Huayuan's hapless brother, I don't know where I am anymore.

The woman who finished the case was stunned for a moment looking at the lower reaches of the dam, and sure enough, she walked unsteadily in the direction of Zhao Huayuan just as Xiao Xuanlong said.

Her walking posture is very strange, like a paper man about to fall forward, completely soulless, approaching like a walking dead.

It was the same when killing people just now, obviously even Zhao Huachao had already discovered someone near the temple, and kept trying to attract Zhao Huayuan's attention, but the woman, as the murderer, was immersed in the task of throwing the target into the river the whole time, and didn't even give him a second. The others didn't care at all whether someone would come to stop her.

It's like a low-level sweeping robot that patronizes cleaning up garbage and doesn't know how to avoid obstacles.

When the woman came over, the wound on Zhao Huayuan's left hand healed automatically without knowing when, and there was no pain at all. The palm of Zhao Huayuan's hand that was quietly pinched with his fingernails was like poking a piece of wood, without feeling it.

Compared with the dull left hand, the right hand holding the utility knife has super-sensitivity. He felt that he had stabbed the blade into the woman's abdomen effortlessly. From the tiger's mouth to the back of the hand to the wrist, every inch of skin was bathed in Under the warm blood.

The younger brother had just been killed by this woman again, why should a good man commit no crimes but be killed, while the murderer escaped, living in various worlds without any sin.

He wanted to kill this woman, kill the system that dominated this woman, and kill all the existences that hurt her life in the first place.

These thoughts lost the suppression of the pain, once again squeezed Zhao Huayuan's reason, and crazily expanded in his mind like spring grass after rain.

Watching Zhao Huayuan's eyeballs gradually become bloodshot, and the hand holding the utility knife trembled slightly, Xiao Xuanlong adjusted several values ​​in the small world, walked to a small separate temple of a certain fairy, sat down on the futon, and took a rest They watched Zhao Huayuan's gradual collapse.

The woman was about to walk in front of Zhao Huayuan soon, but Zhao Huayuan didn't wait any longer, and went straight to meet him, carrying the knife that was still stained with his own blood.

Soul strength, to a certain extent, is emotional strength. Some strong emotions support the soul, so it makes the soul fuller and more resilient.

Zhao Huayuan's soul strength is undoubtedly very strong. He is constantly reincarnated and reborn. The emotions he has experienced after experiencing many events have continuously quenched and forged his soul, and finally created an extremely high-strength soul that is rare in this plane world today.

However, it is a pity, because most of the things he experienced were negative, and the smell emitted by this soul was also characterized by strong emotions such as anger, resentment, and hatred. Zhao Huayuan's soul had long since become similar to Xuanlong in the constant suppression. It was completely different back then.

The only thing that keeps him normal on the surface is Xuanlong's influence on Zhao Huayuan and the enchantment of this world.

This world was built by Xuanlong for Zhao Huayuan. Even though it was later transformed by the systems of the main space so that his relatives did not recognize him, it has the basic function of nourishing Zhao Huayuan's soul.

In other words, Zhao Huayuan should have been bloodthirsty and irritable in the small world long ago, relying on Xuanlong's so-called love for him to maintain the soul of Prince Zhao back then.

So if Zhao Huayuan went berserk, he really couldn't be blamed, he was at most a fuse, the squib can't be ignited, the only thing that can explode is real gunpowder.

Xiao Xuanlong held his chin, looked at the man not far away, his eyes flickered.

Obviously these desires to kill and revenge exist in Zhao Huayuan's mind, why do he, 422 and even Xuanlong try to drive them away?

422 must also be aware of Zhao Huayuan's current state of mind, that's why he refused to let him switch to the system. Obviously, with the help of negative emotions accumulated by Zhao Huayuan like now, the success rate of switching to the system can be increased to more than 80%, but Zhao Huayuan himself expressed They are still unwilling to try when they have the willingness to switch.

Stupid.

Wouldn't it be nice if we could be together?I have to worry about whether to love or not, and whether to keep my heart.

Obviously he is more suitable for Zhao Huayuan than 422, he doesn't understand why Xuanlong gave him such an order, asking him to surrender Zhao Huayuan to the indecisive system that ran out halfway.

"Come out, I know you have come down." Suddenly, a message was sent from the virtual screen in midair, from an unknown address.

At the same time as the news was sent, Xiao Xuanlong felt a dull pain in the depths of his consciousness, as if he had been hammered heavily in his head by a stone hammer.

422 launched the mysterious dragon's attack program in this world, and the protagonists' vicious obsession with Zhang Caisheng seems to be quite powerful.

Xiao Xuanlong glanced in Zhao Huayuan's direction.

Anyway, it will take a while for Zhao Huayuan to completely let go of himself, why not go out and play with that 422.

Withdrawing his consciousness from Xiaoxuanlong's body, he entered area A27004.

In the dark and cold moonlight, No. 4 appeared in the name of Zhang Caisheng on the gray luxurious big bed, in front of him was a floor-to-ceiling mirror that reflected most of the room.

The face in the mirror belonged to a middle-aged man, wearing a black and white suit with a shirt underneath. His cheekbones were high, his cheeks were sunken, and there was a cruel and mean smile on the corner of his mouth. The half-rim glasses on the bridge of his nose reflected a symbol of black The white light of evil forces.

A villain indeed.

Number 4 likes this image, it suits her quite well.

There was a crisp "click" sound from the back of the forehead, and something pressed against No. 4's head, interrupting his self-admiration.

"You came too slowly." Number 4 pushed down his glasses, evoking a typical villain's laugh, and his hoarse and slow voice floated in the empty room.

"I want to prepare some gifts for you." 422 pushed the muzzle forward: "This thing should be able to blow your head off, including your system awareness, do you like it?"

"That's right," No. 4 said slowly, without any worries: "But if you use this to kill me, it's not easy to lie to the main space and say that I died accidentally."