Duan Wenxuan turned pale with shock when he heard Yu Ling's crazy words, but his eyes were covered by a black cloth, and he couldn't recognize Yu Ling's voice for the time being, so he could only regard Yu Ling as a man with mental problems.

You can't even negotiate with this kind of person.

In the darkness, Duan Wenxuan's heart gradually sank.

Yu Ling was still lying on the ground imitating the barking of a dog, but Qiao Zhuo, who was sitting on the chair, frowned more and more.

What a madman.

When the scene became weird for a while, suddenly, the cell phone in Duan Wenxuan's trouser pocket rang.

The sound of the piano, which is not obtrusive on weekdays, seems particularly infiltrating under this scene.

The subwoofer sounded, and Yu Ling, who was smiling at Qiao Zhuo just now, turned gloomy in an instant.

The "dog barking" stopped, and the whole room returned to silence.

But Duan Wenxuan was so nervous that his breathing became short of breath.

After all, no one can guess what the brain circuit of a madman will be.

Qiao Zhuo looked at Yu Ling calmly, his eyes were extremely indifferent.

After waiting for a while, the ringing of the mobile phone did not stop.

Yu Ling turned around following the ringtone of Duan Wenxuan's cell phone, and his footsteps made a strange and terrifying clicking sound on the floor, and he was slowly approaching.

Duan Wenxuan swallowed subconsciously.

Then he passively felt a hand rubbing against his thigh in a dark field of vision.

Duan Wenxuan hid his exclamation under the bottom of his tongue, all the muscles in his whole body tensed up so he didn't cry out.

Yu Ling's attitude towards Duan Wenxuan is completely different from that of Qiao Zhuo.

Duan Wenxuan in front of him seemed to be just a piece of meat in Yu Ling's eyes. His movements were quick and ruthless, and he took the mobile phone out of Duan Wenxuan's pocket at once.

The number on the phone screen was constantly beating, and the increasingly passionate piano sound seemed to be connected with the anxiety on the other side.

Yu Ling looked down at the phone expressionlessly.

The name of the caller is remarked as Mr. Xie.

Yu Ling passed through the howling on the ground just now, and now his forehead and cheeks were covered with beads of sweat, and his eyes, which were considered gentle and shy in the morning, turned gloomy and pale.

When his nervous eyes saw the note, he suddenly burst out of control, Yu Ling waved his hand and was about to smash it to the floor!

There was wind in Duan Wenxuan's ears, and he quickly shouted: "Don't!"

Before he could stop it, the phone fell to the ground and shattered into pieces, and the incoming call displayed on the exploded screen instantly went black.

A loud bang echoed in the room, and Duan Wenxuan's heart was clenched. The more he couldn't see, the more helpless he became.

After dropping the phone, Yu Ling's chest was still heaving violently. It seemed that Mr. Xie's remark had given him a dose of harsh medicine for his fragile and sensitive nerves.

It made his whole body collapse.

"Why..." Yu Ling said hoarsely, and slowly turned to Qiao Zhuo while speaking, his pupils were wide open, and the whites of his eyes were slightly rolled up, "Why is it him!"

Qiao Zhuo was still trying to untie the rope around his wrist while looking at Yu Ling with a calm and restrained mood.

"You ran away by yourself at that time." Qiao Zhuo said coldly.

After hearing Qiao Zhuo's words, Yu Ling's uncontrollable emotions immediately retreated in terror.

Yu Ling always bends over when facing Qiao Zhuo, not daring to approach him, not even daring to look directly at him.

Yu Ling took a few steps forward hesitantly, stopped two steps away from Qiao Zhuo, and said in a trembling voice: "But I regret it later."

Qiao Zhuo lowered his eyes indifferently, Yu Ling was not in his sight at all.

Yu Ling said the word "regret" with sincerity, as if he had personally experienced the pain in the past twenty years.

Yu Ling knelt on the ground again, facing Qiao Zhuo.

He regretted rejecting Qiao Zhuo at that time, and even more regretted his cowardice.

"One more time." Yu Ling's face was trembling, "One more time and everything will be different."

Qiao Zhuo frowned in disgust.

But Yu Ling couldn't see the refusal in Qiao Zhuo's eyes, and knelt on the ground to approach him. He didn't dare to touch Qiao Zhuo when he stretched out his hand, so he could only lift it on the back of Qiao Zhuo's hand.

"The person you chose should be me. Xie Jing is nothing. He took my position. Everything he has now should be mine."

Yu Lingyue became more excited as he spoke. His eyes, which he had been hiding from looking at Qiao Zhuo, also stared straight at Qiao Zhuo in his increasingly frantic sentences.

"Right?" Yu Ling grinned strangely, "Everything about him should be mine."

While talking, Yu Ling moved forward until he got close to Qiao Zhuo's legs.

Qiao Zhuo's mood was still stable, he squinted at Yu Ling with lowered eyes, raised his chin lightly and said coldly: "Get out."

After hearing this, Duan Wenxuan suddenly yelled to the opposite side: "You crazy, stay away from the young master! Get out!"

Yu Ling didn't care what Duan Wenxuan was yelling at all, he was only trembling because of Qiao Zhuo's words.

Even though Qiao Zhuo said two words to him, get out, Yu Ling was very excited.

Yu Ling closed his eyes and approached Qiao Zhuo's knee obsessively, as if he wanted to pillow there, but he stopped when he was about to touch it.

It seems that this is the maximum that he himself agrees to touch Qiao Zhuo.

Yu Ling was caught in his own fantasy and couldn't extricate himself, he prayed that this moment of being close to Qiao Zhuo would last longer and longer.

Even now, Yu Ling still can't believe that he really brought Qiao Zhuo here.

But now everything has come true.

Qiao Zhuo frowned, it was the first time he discovered that a person could have such a big difference.

Yu Ling, whom met in the laboratory, was shy, shy, and timid.

For Zhao Bing's move to push him up, he would be at a loss.

But at this moment, the crazy man who could barely sleep on his lap was radical and perverted.

The same face contorted into something creepy, haunting and pathetic.

Qiao Zhuo didn't care about the words Yu Ling said, "It has nothing to do with me."

Yu Ling heard this and his pupils trembled slightly.

Everything has passed, and no matter how many assumptions and ifs have passed, they are nothing but self-deception.

It's a fact that Qiao Zhuo didn't raise any of them.

Xie Jing wants to be a human being, but this Yu Ling wants to be a dog.

Qiao Zhuo's ruthless voice tore apart Yu Ling's fantasy cruelly, his indifference was as if he was facing a question from an ant.

It made Yu Ling stiffen a little.

Qiao Zhuo didn't care about Yu Ling's words, nor did he care about his state at all.

During Yu Ling's silence, Qiao Zhuo's eyes fell on the machine in the room covered by a black cloth, and he asked directly in the next second, "What is that?"

Yu Ling followed Qiao Zhuo's gaze and turned back slowly.

Because it was Qiao Zhuo's question, Yu Ling didn't hesitate, but immediately replied: "It's the holographic game room."

Qiao Zhuo thought to himself, Sure enough.

Yu Ling has been talking nonsense since he came in, and everything Qiao Zhuo wants to know is not what he said, and now it's time for him to know something.

Qiao Zhuo really doesn't understand how a person who has only met once has such a deep obsession with him.

Why on earth did Yu Ling let him enter the game room to play those small world games that went back and forth?

Qiao Zhuo lowered his eyes and said bluntly: "The parameters of the game are modified by you."

Yu Ling tilted his head and said nothing.

Qiao Zhuo said again: "I have seen the real game screen, and you showed it to me in the laboratory. The villains I played in the set game world do not exist at all."

There are indeed final bosses in the game, but they are all played by NPCs without exception, and have no connection with Qiao Zhuo.

Their looks, identities and backgrounds are completely different.

In other words, the small world that Qiao Zhuo entered was indeed 'tailor-made' for him.

After Qiao Zhuo finished speaking, he waited for a long time, and finally Yu Ling raised his head.

Yu Ling said in a hoarse voice: "The holographic intelligence has a self-adjustment function, and the specific settings are not predicted in advance by me..."

Qiao Zhuo frowned, that is to say, only when he really sits in the game cabin and enters different game worlds will his identity background be randomly set.

The villain and the hero are born to fight against each other...

"You want me to kill Xie Jing." Qiao Zhuo said coldly: "In the game world?"

Nebula Technology has tested countless games, of course there are player archives to return.

But in such an out-of-control small world, life and death are uncertain...

wrong.

Qiao Zhuo frowned suddenly, and began to recall quickly.

The system in the small world has prevented the male protagonist from dying many times, and the original game settings did not have the villain kill the male protagonist at all, but the villain was killed by the male protagonist.

And the person who really faces death time and time again in the small world game is not Xie Jing.

It was Qiao Zhuo himself.

...

It seems that in the regret that Yu Ling roared and roared just now, Xie Jing is not the only person he hates.

Qiao Zhuo sneered, smashed Yu Ling's disguise with one blow, and said bluntly: "You hate me very much."

"Compared to hating Xie Jing, it seems that you hate me more." Qiao Zhuo said this lightly.

Yu Ling hung his head and his fingers were trembling.

Qiao Zhuo saw clearly the madness and obsession that Yu Ling deliberately pretended to be.

Because too extreme emotions are bound to be accompanied by more extreme negative hatred.

In the day-to-day comparison and pursuit, Yu Ling gradually collapsed.

He not only hated Xie Jing who 'robbed' his position, but also hated Qiao Zhuo, the person who gave him hope back then.

"Yes!!" Yu Ling raised his head and shouted with tears in his eyes. He stretched out his hand to grab Qiao Zhuo's wrist, opened his eyes wide and breathed rapidly and said, "But Qiao Zhuo, you have died in Xie Jing's hands again and again.He is responsible for so many of your deaths."

"It's him, it's Xie Jing."

"You should be disappointed in him."

Yu Ling's voice began to tremble violently, and his whole body trembled.

"You are fighting to the death, you should hate him, you should hate him!"

Qiao Zhuo lowered his dark eyes and glanced at Yu Ling indifferently.

While letting him suffer several deaths, he also set the executioner to be Xie Jing.

Qiao Zhuo lifted his chin, clicked his tongue in pride and disgust, his eyes were full of anger.

"Would it please you to watch me die?"

Yu Ling didn't know why, but cold sweat broke out on his back suddenly after Qiao Zhuo's shout.

"Would it be better for you to let Xie Jing cause me to die under the influence of the plot setting?"

Qiao Zhuo stripped Yu Ling's distorted mind clean.

The filth hidden deep in his heart could not be seen, Yu Ling suddenly covered his head and began to scream. The long-term inner conflicts caused him mental problems.

There was no trace of fairness and elegance on the man's face.

Yu Ling stood up from the ground trembling all over.

Duan Wenxuan yelled from behind: "What are you trying to do? Put it down!"

Qiao Zhuo saw Yu Ling take out a knife from his waist.

A cold light suddenly appeared, Qiao Zhuo suddenly got up and dodged, and slashed on the wooden chair with the dagger.

Yu Ling was stunned for a moment, where is the rope?

The reason is that when Ling Gang wanted to pull out the knife, Qiao Zhuo kicked him in the waist as soon as he raised his foot!

With a loud bang, Yu Ling fell to the ground, the wooden chair was torn apart by him, and the knife in his hand slipped down.

Qiao Zhuo looked down at Yu Ling coldly, and frowned in disgust.

"dross."

"Want to be my dog?" Qiao Zhuo kicked Yu Ling's abdomen fiercely again, Yu Ling reprimanded lightly amidst the pained cry: "Do you deserve it?"