Other hosts are cute and soft, easily overwhelmed—why does mine break all the rules, confronting heaven, earth, and the system!?
Rong Shang: Breaking rules is my little brother! Little broth...
Choose one of the two.
Gu Xingchen naturally chose the former.
He strode past her and into the room.
Rong Shang closed the door from behind.
Turning back, the man had already walked to the sofa and sat down.
Of course, she wouldn't answer the questions I wanted to ask.
Gu Xingchen didn't know what to say.
He just doesn't want to go back.
Even after she said she was going to take a shower, he still waited.
There was no other way, so Rong Shang went inside.
The moment I stepped into the bathroom, my head started buzzing.
Rong Shang frowned; she touched the top of her head, where it still throbbed with pain.
stun gun...
Suddenly the thought of this thing popped into her head, and Rong Chang pursed her rosy lips, a dangerous glint flashing in her eyes.
Nothing happened after that.
Gu Xingchen went back.
In the early hours of the morning, Rong Shang returned to the abandoned warehouse where she had stayed the night before she was arrested to retrieve her phone.
She returned to the hotel later, and a phone call came in on her cell phone, which Rong Shang answered.
She heard the other party threaten her, saying, "If you don't want anyone to know your secret, meet me at the beach in the west of the city tomorrow night at eight o'clock."
Oh.
Is this guy crazy?
Rong Shang glanced at her phone screen; the caller was unfamiliar, and the voice was also unfamiliar.
She didn't want to talk to him at all and hung up immediately.
Just two or three seconds later, the other party attacked again.
Rong Chang hung up again, and the other party called again.
After this happened several times, a text message came in.
Rong Shang opened it at that time.
The man said, "[Superpowers? Teleportation? Hahaha, I've lived this long and I've never seen anything like that before.]"
This person is extremely arrogant; it's unclear whether he came prepared.
Rong Shang glanced at it, her face expressionless.
...
At night, she lay down under the covers.
The sound of a man walking around next door could be heard from time to time.
To be honest, she planned to leave that night.
She had agreed that she would leave immediately after his birthday.
But now, when I close my eyes, all I see in my mind is his image and his voice.
Rong Chang was extremely irritable, more irritable than ever before.
The key issue is that she doesn't know if she's gone mad.
He looks like everyone he meets.
The Supreme God is like this, and so is Gu Xingchen.
I always felt that they had something in common.
Hesitating for a moment, she suddenly fell asleep.
Rong Shang slept until three or four in the morning and had a dream.
I dreamt that an old friend came out of a coffin.
He came back to life.
Such a dream was so unrealistic that Rong Shang felt there was nothing more to think about.
"After I'm gone, will this world cease to exist?"
In this virtual world, even Gu Xingchen is fake.
The system replied, "How long a world can survive is up to you."
Once she disappears, the world she inhabits will naturally disappear as well.
Rong Chang had wanted to eliminate a world like this, one without missions or goals, long ago.
But……
A minute later, in the next room, someone stood by Gu Xingchen's bedside and looked at him.
He seems to be having a nightmare.
Her delicate brows were furrowed.
Rong Shang reached out her hand, intending to smooth it out for him.
But before her fingertips could even touch it, she withdrew them.
Never mind, it will be difficult to leave if he wakes up later.
As she left, all the memories related to Gu Xingchen flooded her mind.
It was as if it was to leave her behind for Gu Xingchen.
Of course, the result was a failure.
Rong Shang is gone.
About half an hour later, blood flowed like a river in the bathtub of the next room.
She attempted suicide by cutting her wrists again.
The system was already used to this and remained silent.
It waited quietly until dawn.
Finally, a click came from the door next door.