I, the villainous lady, will not die in the simulator Shura field

Fortunately, she came down to watch.

Hua Mian turned her head thoughtfully. Through the perspective of psionic power, she felt that two breaths of life that had been outside for a long time were going away.

It's just that she couldn't pay attention to these things right away.

Hua Mian supported the blue-backed operating table, and was about to stand up, but she immediately noticed the abnormality in her body.

She closed her eyes and tried her best to move, but it was to no avail.

"..."

Hua Mian probably knew what was going on.

After all, this situation was all too familiar in her memory.

That is...

Panting for a moment, Hua Mian looked at the two people watching in a daze:

"I can't seem to move my legs."

............

......

After coming out from the teacher, Hua Ning rushed home quickly.

Although her daughter is just a cyborg, Hua Ning inexplicably likes it.

Maybe even she really regarded it as her own child.

Treating artificial and natural people equally is almost unimaginable in this base, but as long as Hua Ning doesn't say anything, who knows what she thinks about her daughter?

Hua Ning thought so, put her right hand on the doorknob and opened the door.

The heavy iron door slid open into the wall through biometric verification, and what came into view was not the girl who smiled and called her mother as usual.

Rather...

a wheelchair.

In the center of the not too spacious room, there is a black wheelchair with a girl sitting on it.

With black hair over the shoulders and wearing a white dress, the girl leaned on the back of the chair, her cheeks were pale, her eyes were slightly narrowed, and she looked drowsy.

Hua Ning was taken aback subconsciously, and wanted to ask who you are and what are you doing at my house.

But after seeing the girl's clothes and cheeks, she could tell clearly that this was her daughter.

It was my daughter who had just been separated for two hours.

flower sleep.

then,

All words are stuck in the throat.

On the wheelchair, the girl seemed to have heard the sound of the door opening, and raised her head dimly. After seeing her, her eyes lit up again, and she forced a smile twice:

"Mom, you're back."

Hua Ning was still standing outside the door in a daze. After a few seconds, she spoke with a slightly trembling voice:

"Amian, are you...?"

Hua Mian was a little confused when she heard the words, then she looked at her legs and suddenly understood something, so she smiled:

"It's nothing, it's just a side effect of awakening psionic power."

"side effect?"

The mother hesitated, remembering the identity of her adopted daughter, and asked, "Is it...they...injected you with the awakening solution at several times the concentration?"

"It seems to be..." Hua Mian raised her head to think about it, and replied indifferently: "Four times."

Quadruple?

Hua Ning's heart suddenly clenched.

As a researcher, she naturally knew how painful the violent awakening solution prepared by the Divine Will would be after entering the body.

Most adults can hardly bear that kind of pain, but this child has been tortured several times?

"Your leg is because of that too?"

Hua Ning's voice was slightly hoarse, as if there was something in her throat, suppressing something.

She originally wanted to ask comforting topics like 'Are you okay', but after seeing the girl's appearance, she swallowed it again. As long as her eyes are not blind, she can tell that Hua Mian is not well now.

"Well, it seems to be because of my high talent... By the way, Mom, I'm a saint now."

"That's it." The woman entered the door, squatting beside her and gently holding her hand.

"Amian is really amazing."

"Yeah, my uncles and aunts say that I will definitely become a powerful saint in the future!"

She sounded proud.

It's just that this made Hua Ning feel even more painful.

It's true that she hates the Hua family, but it has nothing to do with this child of the Hua family's blood. Hua Mian is so obedient and cute, she has already regarded her as her own child.

But this...

"Do you regret becoming like this for that god?"

"How can you regret it?"

The girl in the wheelchair opened her eyes wide in surprise, showing a weak smile that seemed to disappear in the next moment:

"All of this is for the sake of the Lord God."

She looks very pious, like a real saint.

If he was a truly pious believer, he would probably be ecstatic about Hua Mian's performance, and researchers who pay attention to interests are the same.

But unfortunately, Hua Ning is not the above two.

Born in Yuncheng and not a psychic, she has never seen a god, so she naturally has no faith; she has enjoyed the pampered life of the Hua family, but she is separated from her colleagues who are fanatical in pursuit of performance and prosperity.

So she just had a throbbing pain in her heart.

I feel regretful that such a lovely child was brought up by myself to be like this.

Hua Ning knew that with Hua Mian's talent, sooner or later she would shine in the divine mind, but she just felt that she had ruined the child's future.

"Mommy mommy?"

The voice of the girl in the wheelchair woke her from regret.

"What's wrong, Amian?"

The woman smiled forcedly.

That smile is like a poor-quality mask pasted on paper, which can be broken with a single poke.

"In the future, can I see Lord God?" Her adopted daughter asked her expectantly.

"Yes, it will definitely be possible."

The woman sighed softly.

............

......

The time in the underground base has nothing to do with the weather.

It was dusk outside, but the base of Taoyuan Township, which was made of alloy, was always lit by pale incandescent lamps.

It was seven o'clock, after dinner.

The mother went back to her room to rest. It took her some time to accept her daughter's current situation. It could be seen that she was a little absent-minded, because after returning home, she even forgot to ask about Huamian's spiritual power level.

Hua Mian sat on the wheelchair, alone in the room.

The previous mask of a pious saint has long been removed, and now Hua Mian is frowning and thinking about something.

As expected, she became a divine saint.

As I accidentally discovered in the last simulation, I am their young commander.

"So the target this time should be the saint who is two years older than me in this life." Hua Mian thought in her heart and made a judgment.

"If I remember correctly, the chief commander's name should be Jiangli, and he lives on the fourth floor."

"Gracelet..."

Hua Mian silently read the name again, with a playful expression.

At this time, the holographic terminal she hid in her pocket trembled slightly.

Hua Mian pushed the wheelchair, and after confirming that the door was locked, she took out the terminal from her arms and tapped her fingertips to wake it up.

The blue holographic light slowly intertwined, building countless software pages.

But Hua Mian didn't care about other things, but clicked on the communication software above with a clear goal - the terminal vibrated, and it was the friend she paid special attention to who sent her a message.

This netizen was met by Hua Mian by chance.

She and she joined the same discussion group about urban legends about artificial humans, and because of the limitation of the terminal, they couldn't send messages to the outside world.

Hua Mian kept diving.

Until one day, this netizen sent her a message, which was just a punctuation mark, but when Hua Mian tried to reply, it was successfully sent.

The cyborgs who have been staying at the base may not know the meaning of this matter.

But as a partner who has been with Ai Xien for ten years, Hua Mian knows the reason why the terminal cannot send out messages.

The terminal needs to be connected to the Internet, and the terminal distributed by Shenyi can automatically connect to the network of the base, but this network has a restriction that it cannot send messages to the outside world.

This is to prevent insiders and worry about the base network being discovered by outside hackers.

So what does it mean that this netizen can send a message to Hua Mian?

Very simple.

The big guys are all in this base.

And as for the real identity of that cute netizen...

"Mianmian, are you home? =￣ω￣="

This is a greeting from some netizens with low EQ.

I don't know why, this netizen likes to use emoticons very much, it seems that without emoticons, he can't express his meaning.

But Hua Mian didn't care.

She was sitting in a wheelchair, with a smile on her lips, and her fingertips slid across the light screen, typing a series of characters very smoothly:

"Sister Jiang, today's exam is over!"

Then, send.

An obedient girl from a rich family in Yuncheng replied this way to a certain saintess who surfed the Internet with her real name.

......

006 Your lovely, loyal and caring netizen

The internet.

One of the greatest inventions of mankind before the Cataclysm.

Some people say that it is Prometheus who stole fire, igniting the fire of the rapid development of human civilization; some people say that it is the evil Satan, using this medium to wantonly spread malice all over the world.

But no one can deny that the Internet has indeed greatly promoted the development of the times.

After the cataclysm, the survivors of Yuncheng inherited the knowledge of the old world and continued to develop the online world.

And at this moment,

The two girls whose coordinates are less than [-] meters apart are chatting happily through the Internet.