Doll Survival Game [Unlimited]

"Xia Lang hasn't come to the villa all day." Duan Miaomiao huddled on the sofa, she squinted at Li Qifeng who came to the villa alone, and said without lowering her voice on purpose.

Li Qifeng looked over.

Duan Miaomiao quickly looked away—she sometimes wondered, the reason why Li Qifeng had so few expressions and words was probably because if his five sense organs moved, the scar on his face would move accordingly.

Li Qifeng glanced at her without saying a word, then walked upstairs to the training room.

— Well, he can't be that naive.Duan Miaomiao thought about calling him to stop: "Uncle——"

Most of them are now led by Via to call Li Qifeng an uncle, even though they are not much younger than him.

Li Qi went crazy, he turned around: "What's wrong?"

Duan Miaomiao looked at the empty first floor of the small villa: "Is Via still here?"

Li Qifeng nodded: "He will come."

It was so straightforward that she didn't know how to continue the conversation, so she had no choice but to say dryly, "...Oh."

Li Qifeng nodded slightly, and when he turned to go upstairs, he turned back: "Lin Ye said that Xia Lang's personal space has disappeared?"

Duan Miaomiao cheered up: "Yes."

After answering, she was also stunned, and then scratched her cheek: "But Luo Yiran is not very worried, maybe, maybe, it should be fine."

In fact, they didn't worry too much after learning of Xia Hong's death, but they were a little more stressed, because under this situation, they must get the resurrection potion for the organization battle.

But after Via and Li Qifeng left yesterday, when she tried to go to Xia Lang's personal space, she found that the system indicated that the personal space did not exist.

Then they learned from Luo Yiran that it was [chance] that "took" Xia Lang's "everything".

But regarding the disappearance of personal space and the fact that Xia Lang's soul is unknown, no one knows whether it will affect Xia Lang's resurrection.

It's just that Luo Yiran didn't react much to this at the time, perhaps because he was psychologically prepared.

Li Qifeng didn't say much about Duan Miaomiao's answer, he just added a little more: "Via is exchanging [opportunity], so I don't have time to come here for now."

Duan Miaomiao reacted for a while: "Via also has a [chance]?"

Li Qifeng nodded, and then he went to the training room on the top floor.

Luo Yiran was in the room.

Yuan Mo sat on a chair very self-contained and drew the puppet on the table. After a while, he stopped.

Luo Yiran raised his head: "Don't you want to draw?"

Although only painting dolls has that kind of creative feeling, but the absence of a magician still lacks a little atmosphere...but this is not the reason for his autism.

Yuan Mo looked at the sketch under his hand, and he stopped writing: "We separated for a while according to the actual time, but Miao Miao and the others have already forgotten about me."

It's not completely forgotten, it's just that when I looked at him, I was taken aback, and then blurted out who you are, and then said that it looked familiar, and finally said——

"...Yuan... Mo? Is that his name?"

"..."

Although he is indeed easy to be forgotten, and his sense of existence is too low. When he entered the dungeon, he also thought that if the time spent in the dungeon was too long, everyone might forget him when he came out.

But being mentally prepared doesn't mean he won't be sad, and he hasn't recovered from Xia Hong's accident...

So it's just harder.

Luo Yiran paused, and he stood up: "How long have you spent in the self-illusion?"

Yuan Mo raised his head: "Over a week, Mimi has been here for almost that long...so he hasn't forgotten me. Generally speaking, if he thinks of me often, there is a slight possibility that he won't be forgotten after half a month."

Luo Yiran pointed to himself: "I have been in the self-illusion for more than three months."

Yuan Mo: "...?"

Luo Yiran lowered his eyes: "But I haven't forgotten you."

Yuan Mo pondered: "So it really is the reason why the doll has no brain..."

He paused: "But you were human back then?"

Luo Yiran smiled very shallowly, and he said jokingly: "Maybe because even in my human state, I still look like a doll."

Everything he perceives is weakened, so the impact on Yuan Mo's sense of existence should be negligible to him.

Yuan Mo didn't understand this sentence, but it didn't prevent him from understanding that Luo Yiran would not forget about him, so he relaxed.

——Alone, just remember him... He didn't want to live as if he couldn't leave any traces.

But yesterday, everyone didn't pay attention to what happened in the dungeon. Maybe Miao Miao and the others spent a very, very long time in the dungeon, so they forgot about him.

Luo Yiran: "If you don't want to draw anymore, you can go upstairs to teach." The organization battle enters the time system after five days, and it will be Sunday night, but five days is not too much.

Yuan Mo frowned: "Do I still have to explain my identity to them..."

"might need."

Yuan Mo frowned even more.

But the good thing is that as they get along, they will slowly remember it.

That's fine.

Holding the painting book and walking to the door, Yuan Mo suddenly thought of something and turned around: "By the way, Xiao Ran, do you think the name Tianhong sounds familiar to you?"

Luo Yiran didn't raise his head: "Well, I heard it in the small copy. It should just exist as a reminder, just remind us of the holographic game."

So at that time, Lin Chi and the others just raised their mouths, and then nothing about Tianhong came up.

Small copy?

Yuan Mo stood at the door in a daze: "But I haven't been to the small dungeon."

"That may have been heard in the self-illusion." Luo Yiran was not very surprised. After all, as Yuan Mo said, he had never been to the small dungeon, so the game put the reminder in the self-illusion, and Yuan Mo may not have a deep impression. It is because it has been "corrected" in the self-illusion.

Yuan Mo was fine for the time being, so he walked out and closed the door for Luo Yiran by the way.

Duliu Luo sat very quietly.

One thing that Luo Yiran thinks is good about the people in this small villa is that they rarely ask questions.

Turning the light screen in front of him, Luo Yiran clicked back to his personal space.

From the corner of the eye after clicking, there were red dots in the message column below, which meant that someone sent him a message, but Luo Yiran did not click on it in a hurry.

It wasn't until the scenery in front of him was distorted that Luo Yiran returned to his personal space. He looked up and clicked on it when he didn't see the magician.

Then a light pink dialog box appears quickly.

Xiaolu: 【Master, master, someone sent a message!Do you want to receive it? 】

Xiaolu: [Master does not need to type, you can speak directly~]

Luo Yiran: "..."

After being silent for a while, Luo Yiran asked, "You are the book...the one on the fourth-to-last page."

Xiaolu: [Yes!I gave myself a name so that it is convenient for the master to call me. 】

"..."

Monster address book-book-deer-fawn.

Inexplicably thinking about the possible origin of this name, Luo Yiran exited the message interface without expression, and then turned his gaze out of the window.

Glancing at the familiar NPCs outside the window, he opened the message interface again three or four seconds later, ignoring Xiao Lu's crazy cry, and asked directly: "Isn't the message directly received by me?"

Xiaolu's crying expression stopped, and it said: [No.Because the previous owner blocked them all before. 】

There is also a blocking function, and the former owner is a dead woman, so the dead woman blocked it, it seems that she does have a normal relationship with those bosses.Luo Yiran raised his eyes: "Release it."

His player status will definitely be tested by many bosses. If Xiaolu will prompt everyone to send messages, then forget it. He might as well read those messages by himself.

Xiao Lu felt that Luo Yiran's lifting of the blacklist might be because he disliked himself, so he felt wronged: 【Oh. 】

After it finished, the message interface on the light screen began to flicker. Luo Yiran was about to read it, but his whole body paused, and then he looked out the window again with feeling.

Slightly, with a faint light.The translucent Xia Lang is sitting with her knees hugged on the house diagonally opposite, the red tiles and the white him.

Luo Yiran stood up, and he looked at Xia Lang in the night.

Xia Lang had no expression on his face, and his eyes were empty, as if his whole body would disappear at any moment.

Luo Yiran had seen that expression on his own face before.He was silent for a while—if Xia Lang was resurrected, would Xia Lang still be Xia Lang?

The thought just flashed by, Luo Yiran withdrew his eyes and looked at the light screen again.

Then his eyes flicked.

——At a glance, it was all messages from "acquaintances".

Silently watching the increasing number of news, Luo Yiran was silent for a while, and then he looked at a few names with numbers and walked over: "Xiaolu, what's the number?"

Xiaolu sent a message: [That is similar to the number of pages in a book. If you don't know who this page corresponds to, then this is the state. 】

[And if you know who it corresponds to, you can write down the name on that page, and correspondingly, you can also note on the owner's friend list. 】

[But now, master, you have tacitly agreed that some people have given names to the remarks, and they should be acquainted, but the others are in a hidden state. 】

Luo Yiran: "..."

In other words, those bosses all know which page of the book in their hands corresponds to him, but he only knows the part he knows.

Gee.

The light screen interface stopped, and Luo Yiran looked at the top, that is, the last person who sent the message.

94827: [I am a dead woman. 】

Luo Yiran: "..."

Little Deer: "..."

Luo Yiran watched "94827" become "dead girl", Luo Yiran replied that he knew, and then clicked on the next one, which was a demon.

Demon: [Puppet, is the magician not by your side?Yes or no?Yes or no?Yes or no? 】

Devil: [Because he was seriously injured hahahaha! 】

Devil: [Although I am too, but I don't hurt hahaha. 】

Neuropathy.

Luo Yiran skipped over him expressionlessly, and after clicking on the next string of numbers, he paused again, and then clicked up——

Luo Yiran: [Where is he? 】

The devil returned quickly: [Please, I will tell you~]

Luo Yiran: "..."

Luo Yiran: "Little Lu, how do you delete people?"

Xiaolu: [Delete, can't delete...]

Luo Yiran: "Pull black."

Xiaolu: "......you can block other people, but you can't block Mr. Demon, he is the one who created me."

"..."

The deceased daughter suddenly sent a message: [Xiao Ran, I know where the magician is. 】

Then the two of them are together now.

This thought flashed through his mind, and then Luo Yiran directly ignored the demon: 【Can you tell me? 】

Dead daughter: [We are friends, of course. 】