Chapter 62 He Thought He Would Never Die
Realizing that there was someone sitting next to him, Li Zi moved a little further inside.
"Li Ziyue." He heard someone next to him calling him, and he mumbled "hmm", then lowered his head and started poking the fruit.
Zhang San glanced at the empty cup in front of Li Ziyue, with a little wine still left at the bottom, and he immediately understood.
He lowered his eyes and saw that the tips of Li Ziyue's ears had turned red to the point of being transparent.
Further down, both cheeks are pink.
"Are you drunk after just one drink?" He said with a smile.
Li Ziyue hummed again, with one cheek bulging, probably eating grapes again.
Zhang San took the fruit knife from the table: "An apple or a pear?"
"……apple."
I can tolerate a little sweetness, but I don’t like pure sweetness.
Zhang Lian first peeled a dozen grapes and let Li Ziyue eat them slowly, then he picked up the apple in his hand.
"Zhang Lian."
Li Ziyue was calling him again.
Zhang Lian hummed and placed the peeled apple pieces next to the grapes.
"Zhang Lian."
"Um."
"Zhang Lian."
"Um."
The two of them kept shouting and answering each other like this for a few minutes. During this time, Li Ziyue finished half of the apple and then stopped eating. He just sat there in a daze.
Zhang Lian remembered that when Li Ziyue was sick in the past, he also liked to call him vaguely like this. He didn’t say anything else, just called his name.
His eyes grew darker, and his gaze fell on Li Ziyue's closed lips.
It's very soft, and has a bit of sweet and sour fruit flavor.
"elder brother."
Li Ziyue raised his eyes. In the dim light, Zhang Lian could not see his expression clearly, but he felt that he had been looking at him for a long time.
Until a slight chill touched his forehead.
Li Ziyue put his hand there and muttered to himself: "...I don't have a fever."
Zhang Lian was stunned.
In the past, Zhang Lian was in poor health and always had a fever. Whenever Li Ziyue saw him, the first thing he did was to touch his forehead.
It seemed that the alcohol made his subconscious go back to the past.
Before Zhang Lian could move, he saw Li Ziyue put down his hands and lean towards him, then his forehead touched his.
For a moment, the two were very close to each other, and he could even feel Li Ziyue's breath with a hint of alcohol on his face.
Li Ziyue looked into his eyes quietly, with the tip of his nose touching his.
"Okay, the temperature should be right..."
As he was about to retract his body, someone grabbed the back of his neck just as he was about to leave.
Then the familiar smell overwhelmed him again.
He felt someone bite his lower lip, and the tip of the tongue brushed against it, causing him to shudder.
The back of his head was framed, and he was forced to move backwards until he was pressed against the innermost part of the sofa. He was dizzy and could not see anything else. Until finally, he felt someone gently kiss the corner of his eye.
Only then could I catch my breath.
Zhang Lian burst out laughing.
In fact, their lips only touched lightly for a moment. At this moment, Li Ziyue seemed to be particularly sensitive. He moved an inch closer, and he moved back a foot, until he was pressed to the innermost layer.
Zhang Lian looked at him for a long time in the darkness, as if thinking about something. After a while, he did not move, but just leaned his forehead on his shoulder.
Her hand reached out again to pinch his hot earlobe.
Li Ziyue felt like sleeping because of the pinching, but the alertness he developed in the dungeon made him stay alert.
Earlier, the English class representative came to ask Li Ziyue to sing, but he seemed to be sitting in the corner drunk, so he asked others not to disturb him. Now he had a little peace and quiet in the midst of the noise.
He stared blankly at the noisy crowd in front of him: "...very cute, isn't it."
Zhang Lian thought he was talking about himself, so he replied in a muffled voice.
His hand moved upwards to smooth the tuft of hair that stood up on top of his head.
"Actually, I've been thinking about the 'classification' thing since the dungeon was released." Li Ziyue said softly, "Since I was told that I was a player, everything has been so weird."
Zhang Lian raised his head.
"I've observed a lot of players and found that they all have some common characteristics," Li Ziyue reached out for the beer in front of him, but Zhang Lian secretly replaced it with a carbonated drink without his knowledge. "They have certain fighting skills, are eager for points, and can betray other players at any time, but they are very sincere to the people in their own world... They seem to be able to stab others at any time, but they are very compassionate to their own 'belly'."
"In other words, it means loving and hating people at the same time."
He took a sip and frowned instantly: "Why is it so sweet?"
Zhang Lian replaced the can with sugar-free water, but he still frowned. It was not until he switched to warm water that Li Ziyue continued speaking.
"But Ji Mingyun is an exception," Li Ziyue said, "I felt something was wrong with him when we were in the dungeon. It's normal for players to be hostile to me, but the hostility initially arose because they wanted to gain some kind of benefit from me."
"It seems like Ji Mingyun just wants to see me suffer. This is a bit too cruel."
"Afterwards, I checked his information. His world type is innovative. He has only been a player for three months, and the size of his world has already expanded to the intermediate level."
Li Ziyue ate a grape and said, "Generally, a player who owns an intermediate world is already ranked in the top 100 of the scoreboard, but his account points balance is only a few hundred. If he doesn't hurry up to complete the dungeon, he won't even be able to maintain the normal operation of the world."
“His world is also different from everyone else’s.”
"It's large in scale, has a large population, and..." Li Ziyue sighed, "It has a strict hierarchy."
"He is the monarch, and below him are the ministers, the common people, and the tortured slaves."
"It's hard to achieve ideal equality in a large world. There's nothing wrong with creating a top-down organizational structure, but most players love the people in their own world and try to pursue equality and harmony in this organizational structure. Few people deliberately create class barriers like he did."
"It's hard to say how much love he has for the people in his world. I think those people are just 'fragments' to him to build his kingdom."
He frowned, as if he had a headache: "What did Li Ziyue mean by 'choosing' Ji Mingyun to come to me..."
"There will be a day when I can't see through him."
Zhang Lian just listened to him in silence, occasionally handing him warm water and waiting for him to drink it.
"The situation has been too volatile recently, with the emergence of players like Ji Mingyun, major system upgrades, and reforms to the live broadcast room..." He sighed, "I have a very bad feeling... The system is being updated too quickly, like a person at the end of his rope suddenly throwing out all his chips..."
"What we are about to face is more life or..."
Li Ziyue suddenly stopped talking and just stared at the person in front of him in a daze: "There are still..." He lowered his head and calculated for a while.
"More than five months."
"And the advanced pseudo-human copy will be reopened in three months." He hid his face in the darkness. "I don't have... much time. I'm not sure if I can live another three years."
"Many people are curious about the advanced pseudo-human copy," Li Ziyue laughed, "Actually, I would say it's very simple."
“When you step into other dungeons, you will be dazzled by all kinds of clues. Those clues are complicated and full of interference, but you will not feel annoyed because you know that they are all trying to lead you to the way to life.”
"The high-level pseudo-human copy is different. Once you enter, you can hear it speaking in your ear."
He said almost word for word: "'I want you dead'."
"I have always believed that the dungeon will not really let us players go. The so-called passing the advanced pseudo-human dungeon will allow us to escape from the dungeon forever. That dungeon is insurmountable. You either die or continue to be tortured by the dungeon. It actually wants you to choose between the two."
"But this should be my last chance. If you want to end it all, the authorities only give you this one way." He thought for a moment, "At least that's what it looks like on the surface.
He picked up the glass again and said, "If I come back alive, I can still watch them take the college entrance examination."
"If I die," he was silent for a long time, then he put the wine glass down again, and it collided with the glass on the table, making a crisp "bang!" sound.
Zhang Lian didn't say anything, his lips were pursed into a straight line.
"I will ensure that you live a long life."
His voice was hidden by the loud music on the other side.
There was no movement from Li Ziyue for a long time. He looked over and saw that Li Ziyue seemed to have fallen asleep.
…
Sun Yuancheng thought he could follow Li Ziyue for a long time, until he grew wings again, and then Li Ziyue would quietly leave from in front of him.
[“You are just a newbie, and there is still a lot of time for you to grow.]
Li Ziyue is a very gentle guide. He does not force Sun Yuancheng to become strong at a certain moment, nor does he reject his weak request to follow him.
Sun Yuancheng would occasionally catch a glimpse of some blocked fragments of past memories in his restless dreams, and in those scenes he was forbidden to breathe.
He must try his best to disguise himself, he must hide his edge, and he must run without stopping.
Until I met Li Ziyue.
He said: "You can take your time, don't rush, even a little progress is good."
At that moment, Sun Yuancheng felt that his heart, which had been wandering for a long time, gradually calmed down.
From then on, the night was no longer a nightmare, and the day was bright with sunshine.
Even though there were numerous difficulties in the copy, Li Ziyue solved them all in a seemingly easy way.
Sun Yuancheng mistakenly believed that Li Ziyue was so strong that he would never be hurt or die, and would never encounter a real dead end.
Until he saw it with his own eyes.
Li Ziyue's body was hung on a long, cold icicle.
His face was pale and there was a long streak of scarlet blood on his lips.
The man's limbs were stiff and cold, and a spider-web-like thin layer of frost formed on the edges of his clothes.
Been dead for a long time.
It was not until then that Sun Yuancheng understood how Li Ziyue felt six years ago when he saw the seniors who had helped him grow up suddenly die in front of him.
Too absurd, too hasty, too...
His body trembled uncontrollably, and big tears fell on the snow, and the clear liquid gradually turned into blood red.
The time they spent together was so short that he couldn't even figure out how to survive in the dungeon before his guide left him.
He was alone again.
A long time later, Sun Yuancheng would still remember what Li Ziyue said to him when they first met.
【You are very similar to me in the past. 】
Was the ending already determined by then?
He doesn't know.
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