Don’t Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin

This was the last crisis they encountered that night.

As Song Chunyang expected, after half an hour, the Gua Zhen began to rotate counterclockwise.

With the difficulty prompt, Guan Qiaoqiao's system also gave key information.

... a book containing ancient hexagrams.

This book can be taken out and viewed freely, because in his heart, Song Chunyang quickly found the evil hexagram in his own mind.

Soon, Song Chunyang clearly saw a monkey skin person at the back door of the original clean shop. He was rolling around on the ground. The monkey skin was scooped off.

Song Chunyang reviewed the general shape of the evil array in his heart, and pulled Guan Qiaoqiao to tiptoe away from the front door.

As soon as the formation was turned, the bottle **** the street in the doorway also moved the area of ​​activity.

Song Chunyang carefully avoided the area covered by the matrix rotation, but from time to time he heard screams coming from far and near.

It takes huge energy to manage the people around him and himself, and Song Chunyang has no time to take care of him.

This hour is probably the longest hour in his life.

When he heard the announcement of the mechanical prompt, Song Chunyang was soaked in sweat, and returned to the brightly lit tea shop.

He also had the milk tea that Qiaoqiao poured up, and he had the lemon citron tea for Yuan Benshan on hand.

Everything is exactly the same as the scene before he went in. The clock on the wall still points at 7:30, just when the thick fog just rose.

In half an hour, the movie that he and Yuan Benshan are going to watch will begin.

The nightmare just seemed like a fantasy. However, the body of the man who was overtaken by the bottle girl in the mission world just like the carbon pencil drawing erased by the eraser disappeared a little from Song Chunyang.

Disappearing like this, there is a young girl who has just made milk tea for Song Chunyang.

...... She is also one of the taskers.

Eleven people survived only five.

After all, if there is no yin and yang eyes of Song Chunyang, if you want to explore the laws of this world, you must be chased by ghosts. Calculating the straight line distance of ghost activity is equivalent to repeatedly jumping on the edge of life.

Even with this courage, there are not many people who can see that the movement of ghosts is arranged by hexagrams.

Therefore, with the exception of Guan Qiaoqiao and Song Chunyang, these people are alive by luck.

The three people who survived happened to be alliances. For the death of other people, they just sat quietly for a while, showing the sad expression of rabbits and foxes, and got up and left in a few minutes.

Guan Qiaoqiao, who passed Song Chunyang's smooth crossing, was shocked and said to Song Chunyang, "You are so brave."

Song Chunyang stared blankly straight ahead without speaking.

At this moment, a bell rang at the door, Yuan Benshan walked in from outside, and smiled before he could see the soggy Song Chunyang, hesitated: "What's wrong?"

Song Chunyang saw Yuan Benshan at first glance, and the kitten darted into his arms, crying wow.

Guan Qiaoqiao: "..." Is this the same person just now.

In a different world, Song Chunyang was supported by a heart who wanted to see Yuan Benshan. When he saw the person he was thinking about, his legs were soft.

No way, Yuan Benshan could only announce the cancellation of the movie plan, carried Song Chunyang out of the tea shop and said that he would take him back to change clothes.

Song Chunyang grievously said, Yuaner, I almost couldn't see you.

Yuan Benshan laughed: "Isn't it just buying milk tea, how can it be so hot?"

Song Chunyang originally told Yuan Benshan what he had encountered.

Yuan Benshan brought Song Chunyang into his dormitory, and briefly summarized Song Chunyang's cry in two words: "Don't make trouble."

Song Chunyang was in a hurry, and suddenly remembered something, and scrambled out his clothes.

He said, "Lao Yuan, help me see if there is something on my back ?!"

Yuan Benshan's eyes were stunned, and he touched Song Chunyang's thin back.

Song Chunyang's spine, from top to bottom, is distributed with nine deep black markings, each with a different shape, and the uppermost marking has faded, and the shape looks like a small gossip figure.

Yuan Benshan touched the gossip picture that was about to disappear, and found that the trace was lightened with his touch, but he touched the lower marking, but it did not change color at all. Instead, a black mist entangled him to climb up on him. fingertip.

Yuan Benshan's face changed greatly, and he quickly retracted his hand: "What is this ?!"

Song Chunyang cried and said, "I told you all ..."

Yuan Benshan's expression turned solemn.

He embraced Song Chunyang, who was scared, into the quilt, kissed his watery blue eyes, and said, "Don't be afraid."

After the consolation, Yuan Benshan planned to get up and leave. Song Chunyang cried his hand and cried softly, "Lao Yuan, don't go, I'm afraid."

Yuan Benshan touched his eyebrows: "Now you should take a bath, you should be more scared. I'll screw you a towel and wipe your body. You are all milky."

Song Chunyang buried his face in the quilt, revealing only a pair of jewel-like eyes, like a very small domestic cat: "Then you go quickly."

Yuan Benshan smiled, turned and left, walked into the bathroom, and took his cell phone silently.

As soon as Yuan Benshan left, Song Chunyang wrapped his own quilt tightly, and wanted to chew and analyze Guan Qiaoqiao's message.

Suddenly, a slightly cold mechanical male voice came to his mind: "... Uh-huh."

Song Chunyang suddenly turned up and sat up, hitting his head on the bedboard, grinning in pain and grinning, "Who are you?"

Mechanical sound: "... I'm your system."

Song Chunyang patted his head: "I rely on it, and forgot about it."

Mechanical sound: "..."

Song Chunyang asked: "When did you come?"

Mechanical sound: "When you cry like a dog."

Song Chunyang: "..." Are your systems so unfriendly?

Mechanical voice: "I'm not your boyfriend, don't talk to me."

Song Chunyang: "???" Can you hear what I think?

Mechanical sound: "Oh."

Song Chunyang crossed his legs: "Then ... Xiaotong, what can you do for me?"

Mechanical voice: "..." He suddenly felt like an eunuch.

Although he had been foreseen that he had been assigned to a less reliable host, Mechanical Voice explained his functions patiently and introduced the operating mechanism of this system.

What it says is about what Guan Qiaoqiao said.

The main system will open up a different space at a specific time and place, just like what happened at a milk tea shop at 7:30 tonight.

Participants who have been assigned to the mission must arrive at the prescribed tea shop before half past seven and wait for the mission to begin.

Don't go to the appointment, it's cold.

Late and cold.

I ca n’t live in a different space for a prescribed time, and I am cold.

The back of each quester will be automatically engraved with a engraving like Song Chunyang's back, demonstrating the identity of the quester, and each time a task is completed, one engraving will be erased in order from top to bottom.

Song Chunyang raised his hand to ask: "I have a question."

Mechanical sound: "Ask."

Song Chunyang: "When is the time, place and content of the mission generally released?"

Mechanical sound: "One month before the next mission."

Song Chunyang: "... Isn't that just waiting to die regularly?"

The mechanical voice thought for a while, and relentlessly said, "Yes."

Song Chunyang was so scared that he wrapped his little quilt again.

He found that he now could not remember the face of the person who had died during the mission.

It stands to reason that he should not have forgotten so quickly, especially the man who had murdered himself, and he also had a special look at him.

Facts have proven that death in the alien space will indeed be "erased" in reality.

He shivered: "What's that 'critical tip' ..."

The business of mechanical sound is obviously very proficient: "After you enter the space of different degrees, as time goes by, the survival difficulty will increase, and I will receive prompt information from the main system in time to give you some corresponding points."

Song Chunyang hopefully: "What else would you do besides this?"

The mechanical voice thought again for a while: "Need me to amplify the tragedy for you."

Song Chunyang: "..."

So, in addition to publishing the content of the task, giving keywords, and reminding the task person how long there is to end the task, this system is useless.

Mechanical sound: "Well. I'm useless."

Song Chunyang turned into a puppy leg for a second: "Xiaotongzi, I didn't mean that, you have a lot of adults, why are you?"

The mechanical sound was a little bit angry. "... My name is Diaolou, number 3397."

Song Chunyang was surprised: "Are you human?"

Diaolou: "..." If I were really artificial intelligence, I wouldn't have to worry about it now.

Song Chunyang touched his head, wondering about someone hiding in it: "Did you also work for the main system?"

"After I died, the soul was captured by the host system," said Diaolou. "I have signed a contract with the host system. If a host I follow can live up to ten tasks, the host system will use energy to weight me. Shaping the original body and identity. "

Song Chunyang: "The host you took the longest time ..."

Diaolou: "Seven Worlds."

Song Chunyang suddenly felt a sense of responsibility and patted his chest: "Floor, I promise, I will get you back!"

The Diaolou was undecided.

He thought Song Chunyang was stupid.

Obviously self-care, and there are some guarantees in mind.

Song Chunyang is really stupid.

He sincerely promised that, because he already had a head in his life, he didn't mind if he wanted to go hand in hand.

Yuan Benshan is his head.

He hasn't had a lifetime with Yuan Benshan. He must live, and he has this confidence.

Who would have thought that everything changed after a few days.

Song Chunyang had taken sick leave from the school these days, and stayed here with Yuan Benshan, but Yuan Benshan was always out, he didn't come back often and didn't know what he was doing.

Until three days later, he rushed back to the dormitory, with a smile on his face called Song Chunyang who could not understand: "Chunyang, I found it! I finally found it!"

Song Chunyang is talking to the Lou Louyi to learn more about the rules of the system.

Before Song Chunyang spoke, he took off his coat three times, five divided by two, and turned his back to Song Chunyang.

Song Chunyang was shocked to find that Yuan Benshan had nine black engravings on his back!

... the shape of a book is still faintly visible at the top.

Yuan Benshan embraced the sluggish Song Chunyang: "Chunyang, I went online, looked for friends, and asked around. I finally found information about your situation from a forum. I chatted privately with several people who claimed to have participated in the mission. Some are here to make fun, but some are real. I paid a lot of money for a mission message, and looked at it according to the time and place shown above. Sure enough, you didn't lie, and I have this too-"

He took Song Chunyang's hand, guided him to his back, and allowed him to touch: "... I asked my system, and it said that two people familiar with the task could sign an alliance agreement in accordance with the regulations and share the same Mission .... I can accompany you later. Chunyang, don't be afraid ... "

Song Chunyang wakes up like a dream.

He almost went crazy, hitting Yuan Benshan's shoulder with a fist, like a kitten who was crazy with his master: "Who asked you to go ?! Who wants you to accompany me-do you know how dangerous it is ?! I don't care, I don't want it! "

With red eyes, he plopped on Yuan Benshan's back, rubbing his sleeves with the remaining nine engravings, and tears fell down: "Can't wipe ... why not wipe?"

The fried kitten Song Chunyang was pulled into his arms by Yuan Benshan. The gentle kiss could not help but press him up, and he was a little breathless.

When the exploded hair calmed down, and the little guy was weeping in his arms, tears burst into tears, Yuan Benshan embraced him and stared at his beautiful eyes tenderly: "Don't be mad. I will protect it well I will protect you. "

Song Chunyang said in a crying voice, "I don't."

"Don't make trouble." Yuan Benshan kissed his amber eyes again. "Trust me."

Gradually, Song Chunyang's boiling blood subsided.

He leaned into Yuan Benshan's arms, raised his hand and touched his eyes, thinking, I want to protect you.