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Zhuang Qiu took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

The overtime deduction code for the past few days has made his eyes bloodshot.

He stood up from the computer, moved his arm, and there was a clicking sound on his waist.

"It hurts, hurts——" He was about to fall to the ground with his waist supported, when suddenly someone helped him from behind, his broad chest supported his weight, and hugged him easily.

"Thank you—" He froze as soon as the words came out.

No, this is his bedroom!

Damn, a thief broke into the house? !

He quickly stood up, took two steps forward, and escaped from the embrace of the person behind him.

——Although this embrace really feels safe.

Then he saw a man in a black gown.

His figure is very illusory, like a projection, and it is not known whether the projection will still be unstable and blurred due to the influence of something.

The man stared at his hands curiously, and looked around curiously.

He was extremely curious, but he hid his emotions very well, and looked away from the computer with restraint and distance, and finally met Zhuang Qiu's eyes.

Zhuang Qiu suddenly covered his mouth.

"Fuck!!"

He couldn't hold back his shock.

His eyeballs nearly dropped to the ground in shock.

The man on the other side seemed to be amused by his reaction, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he said in a gentle tone, "Friends Dao, I'm Zhuang Qiu."

Wearing glasses, the brown-haired Zhuang Qiu couldn't believe that his game character really appeared in front of him, and he cursed several times in a row.

Under that extremely shocking situation, his waist twitched again, and he fell to the ground.

The man in front of him snapped his fingers, and the chair next to him moved out of thin air, allowing Zhuang Qiu to sit on it steadily.

"Holy shit, you can actually run out, shit you're awesome! No, I'm awesome!"

The man was a little helpless by his words, he tried to slow down his tone, and asked: "So, this is your... residence."

"Well, this is my studio. You were drawn by me here. How did you get here? Have you been here since then, but our world without spirit stones is completely different from your world."

"I'm just here to see the truth, I have my work to do."

Zhuang Qiu breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then sit down, I'll get you a glass of water." Zhuang Qiu looked around his residence, but found that he hadn't boiled water at all.

"Wait a minute, I'll get you a bottle of mineral water from the refrigerator."

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Before Zhuang Qiu could respond, the person from the other side opened the door and came in.

"Zhuang Qiu, are you done with the manuscript? I made a dessert for you to try."

The short-haired Zhuang Qiu's complexion changed, and he immediately wanted to keep the man in black in front of him.

But looking at the other party's appearance, it seems that he didn't see him, and he didn't express any doubts.

The man in black suddenly said, "He can't see mine."

Zhuang Qiu heaved a sigh of relief and said, "What kind of dark food are you doing again? Don't eat it."

The man who opened the door laughed and scolded: "If you don't eat for nothing, will you take advantage of it?"

"I'm afraid of being poisoned to death by you!"

"Stop drawing manuscripts, come out to eat something, I guarantee that today's work will be more successful than before, let me tell you, if you stay in front of the computer for another day, you will die suddenly sooner or later."

"Go, go, don't curse me."

The man refused to let go, walked in directly, hooked Zhuang Qiu with his arm, and dragged him out all the way.

The man in black just watched silently.

After a long while, he muttered, "Why is there another Ji Qingning?"

"And this Ji Qingning doesn't look like Ji Qingning at all."

……

"Okay, let me be frank. When I drew Ji Qingning, I used my roommate to make drafts. You know, in our business, we don't have so much inspiration, so we can only start from people around us. But don't get me wrong, I I don't like my roommate, I'm a straight man."

When Zhuang Qiu said the latter sentence, he was a little guilty, but when he raised his head and looked at his own son, he always felt that his son's eyes seemed to have seen through him completely.

Zhuang Qiu pushed his glasses uncomfortably, and changed the subject clumsily: "Then how are you? I haven't logged in for a long time. I don't know what you have become now."

"Probably because you will say a lot of crap." The man in black smiled lightly, and sipped lightly along the mouth of the mineral water bottle.

Zhuang Qiu rubbed his head, and said a little guilty: "To be honest, I can't help you now. I can't change anything in the game anymore. The complexity of its code data is beyond my comprehension. , I... have limited abilities."

"It's okay, you've done a great job."

Zhuang Qiu was in a strange mood, was he comforted by his own son?How much failure is it to make the characters I draw comfort myself!

"Did you draw it with that thing?" Zhuang Qiu pointed to the tablet on the table.

"Yes. But my tablet is old, it's a little stuck, and the drawing pen is also a little bad. I'm planning to get a new one."

A lot of new terms appeared, but the man in black didn't ask what those things were. It was meaningless for him to understand things that were beyond the scope of his understanding.

"By the way, can you really split a mountain with one punch, what does that feel like, and also, what does it feel like to fly."

The man in black smiled lightly and said, "Probably...you can't feel it."

"You make fun of me!" Zhuang Qiu pursed her mouth unhappily.

The man in black suddenly came closer, and stretched out his hand to pinch Zhuang Qiu's cheek.

He looked around, his eyes very focused.

This stare made Zhuang Qiu a little frightened, he swallowed, and said in a trembling voice: "You, what are you doing."

"It's unbelievable, like looking in a mirror." The black-clothed man stroked Zhuang Qiu's cheek with his hand. This hand was not a real hand, but it was cold to the touch, which made Zhuang Qiu shiver.

"It's just according to my painting, can't it look like it!"

The man in the black shirt shook his head, his inquiring expression relaxed a little, and the smile reappeared.

This made his somewhat penetrating temperament mild again.

"Not like." The man in black said firmly.

Zhuang Qiu smiled a little embarrassedly: "I can't let you have my personality. By the way, can I call your son?"

The man in the black shirt tilted his head and said softly, "Try it."

"Forget it, I don't want to court death."

"I'm leaving."

"Huh? So soon? Now."

"After the matter is over, maybe I will visit again. Now I am going back to my world."

"Then...see you next time? Next time you come, I'll treat you to Coke and fried chicken!"

The man in black shirt nodded.

"I... that..." Zhuang Qiu was a little embarrassed, he wanted to stick to his son, but with his son's aloofness, he felt that if he made this suggestion, he would probably be beaten to the ground.

Then he heard the person in front of him chuckle.

A gust of wind came from nowhere, and he felt hugged by someone, but the next moment, the room was empty again.

"Are you drinking two bottles of Nongfu Spring to support yourself? What are you talking to yourself in the room, are you in a daze?" Jiming poked his head in and looked at Zhuang Qiu suspiciously.

Zhuang Qiu recovered from his stupefaction, suddenly his eyes lit up.

He rushed to Jiming's eyes, danced and said, "I just hugged my ideal type!"

"Huh? Where did you find your ideal type? Why don't I know?"

"Just the character I drew, the character named after me, Zhuang Qiu, don't you remember?"

Jiming was silent for a while, then put his elbow around Zhuang Qiu's neck and said, "Be sober! Stop thinking about those paper figures!"

"No! Really, I did see him!"

"You're on drugs."

"No, I didn't lie to you. He just stood in front of me and pinched my face."

"Pinched you? How did you pinch it, did you pinch it like this? Ang?"

"It hurts, it hurts—Ji Ming, your uncle! Let go!"

-

Zhuang Qiu came back to his senses.

The machine was still in front of him, its light was very conspicuous in the boundless darkness.

Zhuang Qiu closed his eyes, took three steps back, and opened them again.

He walked out of the place just now and saw the man in white.

The man in white said: "Your companion has already left early."

"Well, senior, can you tell me your name now?"

"You already guessed it."

Zhuang Qiu smiled and said, "I just couldn't believe it. I didn't expect the rules that bound me that I hated all the time to stand in front of me."

The man in white is neither human nor monster, he is a program.

Once a bug occurs in the game, it needs to be fixed, and the man in white is the repair program in the game.

Whenever Zhuang Qiu does something outside of the plot, the man in white will control the plot and reset it.

The man in white said: "You can call me System Daoist, I am the rules and order of the game."

"Forget it, this pronunciation is really weird, you send me out."

The man in white nodded and waved his hand casually.

Zhuang Qiu felt the surrounding space envelop him, and then he was kicked out of the door.

At the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, Zhuang Qiu still couldn't see the strangeness of this space.

Lu Xuan scolded angrily: "Why is this space so weird, what exactly is it?"

"Zhuang Qiu! Zhuang Qiu, you came out, tell me what happened inside, I saw a round and square thing, and then I clicked on it, and I saw you, just saw you, it Just say that I don't have permission or something, and kick me out directly. Do you know what permission is, and in which secret realm can you find it?"

"This, maybe it depends on luck." Zhuang Qiu said, turning his head and planning to go back and forth.

Lu Xuan caught up with him, grabbed his collar and asked, "Don't talk halfway, tell the truth, do you have an affair with that man in white? Why is he so gentle to you and doesn't care about me at all?" .”

Zhuang Qiu turned his head and said lightly, "Maybe it's because I am my own." He paused, looked at Lu Xuan, clicked his tongue lightly, and said, "You are adopted."

"Speak clearly! What dear ones, aren't your parents mortals? Didn't they die a long time ago? Where did your relatives come from?"

The noisy words took all the way through Qingcheng, and then out of Qingcheng.