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

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The younger one was wearing a suit, and although he was in a hurry, he seemed more gentlemanly and humble. When the peacemaker said: "Mr. Zhang should be thinking of a way, or we will come back tomorrow, Mr. Li, when Mr. Zhang wakes up, please tell me what to do." Tell him, Director Yang and I have something urgent to discuss with him."

Butler Li is not a good person either, so he just nodded in agreement.

Manager Wang tried to persuade Director Yang to go away with all his talk.

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On the other side, 422 came to the world built by No. 4.

The scene of this small town-sized world is quite perfect, but there is no one figure. For the system, creating characters that can operate normally in the world can truly demonstrate technology. Xuanlong has done a good job in this regard Very well, for this kind of small town, it is not a problem at all to pack a few hundred people casually.

However, the small town in front of me is so empty and lonely that it seems that it has just endured a world war.

It was already night in the small town. In the middle of the night, the doors of every house were open, but there was no resident. Some houses were still lit with strange colors. There was a layer of light red near the lights, and many houses passed by. This was the same.

422 analyzed the air, and found that it contained several substances that would have a spiritual impact on the characters on the plane.

So No. 4 created this layer of red mist so that he could think of anything with his knees.

When 422 passed a tree, I deliberately studied the material and structure of the lower bark. I could score 95 points so-so, but when I pulled off a piece of bark to look inside the trunk, it was easier to pull the hips. Or is he simply not good at building worlds.

422 crushed the bark in his hand, looked up and looked around.

He could feel that Zhao Huayuan was nearby.

As soon as No. 4 came in, he was hidden in the red mist. After all, this was the world he built, and he had home court advantage.

However, his advantage is not absolute. As long as 422 cracks the password of the world's core program and modifies the administrator privileges, the world can also be controlled by systems other than the creator.

No. 4 and 422 have similar logic in program construction, and in this regard, 422 is obviously better than No. 4. It is not difficult to crack the code.

It's just that Zhao Huayuan was affected by the red mist, so it's not clear what the situation is, 422 dare not delay any longer.

Although the place is filled with red fog and the true face of the town cannot be seen clearly, 422 has only seen the place where Zhao Huayuan lived when he was a child in the materials before, but now looking at the blurry surroundings, he always feels that there is a small figure in the middle of those houses , living alone among systems with ulterior motives.

Holding the gun tightly in his hand, 422 passed through the fog, observed the surroundings, and walked all the way forward.

Suddenly another color appeared in mid-air, and exploded in front of the right with a bang. The red mist around 422 oscillated, and the thin pink, like a palette, melted into bright, dazzling, and highly saturated yellow.

The scorching temperature was transmitted to 422's skin, and the branches and leaves of the nearby trees on the side close to the light source were reflected as if burning out of thin air.

It is fire.

To be precise, it was a fire.

Thanks to the firelight, 422 saw clearly a house that was originally hidden in the dark in front of the right. At this moment, it was filled with expansive yellow inside and out, and all places that could be ventilated, such as windows and door cracks, were turned outward. With a thick, stretched gray tongue--rolling smoke.

However, even though it has changed beyond recognition, 422 can still recognize at a glance that this is the house that Zhao Huayuan lived in when he was a child. The structure and even the color of the burning curtains are exactly the same.

422 stopped and didn't go any further.

The burning of the house at this time is a signal that he should be able to see Zhao Huayuan here.

The fire inside the house was so intense that no one would survive from it. 422 ignored it and came to the rolling shutter door on the first floor, bent down to hold the hot rolling shutter handle, and pushed the door upwards.

It was like opening a terrible magic box. The moment the door was pushed to the top, a devil named Fire Pillar rushed out, swallowed 422 into his stomach instantly, and made a tree for the two trees at the door. Yellow hair styling.

422 moved forward smoothly in the fire. His body was made temporarily. The shell on the surface was quickly melted under the high temperature, but the core inside would not be affected by these, at most It's just that Zhao Huayuan will be taken aback when he sees him.

Observing room by room, the naked eye and the perspective are activated simultaneously, and every corner is not missed. Finally, the perspective detects a familiar outline.

No. 4 is right. Zhao Huayuan's real body is not in this world. The unharmed figure on the second floor who set fire to the house with a torch proves this.

It's just that his mental aspect is...

"Zhao Huayuan!" 422 immediately called out to him, teleported to his side, and stretched out his hand to grab this somewhat out-of-control person.

However, his hand went straight through Zhao Huayuan's body, missing nothing.

422 moved his fingers, and reached out to reach the other party, but the result was still the same.

He can't meet Zhao Huayuan now.

Holding the torch indifferently, Zhao Huayuan stood in this place that once carried his childhood memories, watching the curtains being burned and broken, the books curled up and turned into ashes, and the mattress sunken and collapsed, his face expressionless.

He obviously knew that he would not die, so he was confident, stood in the room for a while, then turned and pushed the door.

That door was no longer considered a "door", at most it was considered a burning piece of wood. Zhao Huayuan passed through the flames with his hand and twisted the doorknob.

There was still a dead body lying in front of the wooden door, which was also burning. Zhao Hua didn't look down, and stepped over it.

422's mind was always on Zhao Huayuan, and he didn't pay attention to other things in the room. Naturally, this poor corpse, which had died a long time ago, was not within his line of sight. Now that he took a closer look, he was immediately taken aback.

This is not the corpse of a plane character, but the corpse of the system, and there are still system-specific consciousness signals remaining in the corpse!

422 immediately went to the corpse, analyzed the consciousness code inside, and found that the number of this system was exactly the number of the system that pretended to be Zhao Huayuan's father.

No. 4 is not using illusions to let Zhao Huayuan experience the thrill of revenge, he is really letting Zhao Huayuan kill the object of hatred with his own hands.

But how could a plane character really hurt the system?

422 suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhao Huayuan.

Zhao Huayuan had already reached the corridor of the back door on the second floor.

The wooden door was half-closed in the fire, and a human figure appeared in the smoke, and that person stretched out his hand to Zhao Huayuan.

Zhao Huayuan was slightly taken aback when he saw that person.

422 followed Zhao Huayuan in a daze for two seconds.

That person, with the appearance of Zhao Qisheng, even reproduced the ring together.

Receiving 422's gaze, "Zhao Qisheng" glanced this way calmly, then turned around and put his hand on Zhao Huayuan's face.

Physical contact without any barriers.

422 frowned, watching helplessly as Zhao Huayuan covered his opponent's hand.

Visible to the naked eye, Zhao Huayuan relaxed a lot.

"Are you here to pick me up?" Zhao Huayuan asked in a very soft voice.

"Yes." "Zhao Qisheng" replied.

422 glanced at the progress of the password cracking, and watched their interaction with cold eyes.

"I'm sorry." Zhao Huayuan lowered his eyes.

"Why did you say sorry to me?"

"I killed someone."

"They deserved to die."

"I also set fire to this house."

"This house should never have existed in the first place."

"..."

Inexplicable emotions flashed across Zhao Huayuan's pupils, and then he whispered with relief, "Really? You think so?"

"Zhao Qisheng" said affirmatively, "I have always been on your side."

422 laughed from the bottom of his heart.

Zhao Huayuan, if you believe him, you are a fool.

Zhao Huayuan said, "I believe in you."

422:"……"

"Zhao Qisheng" wiped off the blood and dust on Zhao Huayuan's face, and the ring shone with a strange light between his fingers: "But it's not enough to just kill these few, if they are found by the main space, there will be problems, you have to know about it All of them were killed."

Zhao Huayuan followed the ring with his gaze, and asked, "Do you still want to kill?"

"Well, we can't keep alive." "Zhao Qisheng" repeated, his eyes met 422's four eyes: "There is another system, right behind you, you have to kill him."

Zhao Huayuan: "...OK."

"Zhao Qisheng" turned Zhao Huayuan's body around, and from the perspective of 422, Zhao Huayuan's dark pupils reflected his own figure.

The appearance is horrible, all the hair is sacrificed, leaving only a bald head, and the face is covered with black and gray, with patches of skin here and there, like plastic picked up halfway and pasted on the face, not to mention the clothes. Sacrifice to the fire when entering the gate.

No one could recognize him as the Zhao Qisheng who made a contract with Zhao Huayuan and exchanged rings.

Zhao Huayuan looked at him quietly for more than ten seconds, and 422 felt tight in his chest when he looked at him.

"Hua Yuan, he will tell us about us, kill him, and I will turn you into a system, so that we can be together forever."

422 suppressed his anger and said, "Zhao Huayuan, come here, he's fake, don't tell me you can't tell."

Zhao Huayuan's expression was not moved at all, and he even turned his head to "Zhao Qisheng" and said, "I don't have a weapon."

"Whatever you want, it will come out." The core of this world is Zhao Huayuan, even if he wants a tank now, he can conjure it up within three seconds.

After "Zhao Qisheng" finished speaking, Zhao Huayuan felt something in his palm, hard, with a very rare coldness in the current environment.

He gripped the thing quietly, imagined a dagger, and put it in the other hand.

"Zhao Qisheng" looked at the gun in the man's hand, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

What he likes to watch most is this kind of drama, talking about benevolence, righteousness and morality, and thinking about it forever, but in the end they kill each other.