The tall man far away in the trial field suddenly woke from his dream, his mind blank, only a pair of dark, bright eyes gleaming. Those eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the pitch-black universe and the endless fog, staring straight at him, burning a mark on his heart that would never fade.
The man lowered his head and gasped for breath. The thunderous heartbeat could almost penetrate his flesh and blood and shake the outside world.
He had to hold down his chest to calm his frantic heart, but another picture suddenly flashed through his mind.
That was him in his own little world, reclining on the sofa to recover from the dizziness of intense exercise. The owner of those bright black eyes came from behind, hugging him, two slender arms gently wrapped around him, and ten slender white fingers gently stroked back and forth over his sweat-stained muscles.
The man's fluffy curly hair stuck to his neck, making him feel itchy, and then a stream of hot air spurted out from the other's thin red lips, burning his ears.
"Again?" The curly-haired young man laughed hoarsely, his moving voice like a siren's chant, carrying a fatal temptation.
Everything that happened next made the man's breathing heavier and heavier, and he had to quickly take off his coat and cover his waist.
Unfortunately, his abnormal behavior was still discovered by the team members. A skinny, yellow-haired boy came over and said jokingly, "Captain, don't cover it up, I saw it all! What, you dreamed about your sister-in-law again?"
The man did not deny it, but instead hummed in a deep voice.
"It's not a good thing for you to do this every day! My sister-in-law is still traveling in the small world, and I don't know when she will come to the trial field. Otherwise, I will find someone to warm your bed?" For those of them who have their heads tied to their belts every day, loyalty is a meaningless word.
They can sleep with anyone as long as it relieves stress.
Besides, none of them knows what will happen tomorrow, so they might as well enjoy themselves while they can.
"No, I just want him." The man refused firmly, then chuckled: "He knows where I am, he will find me soon."
"How did he know? Is your system connected to his system?" The yellow-haired boy was very surprised.
It was said that the system's host selection was random, with a probability even smaller than a quantum leap. It was practically impossible for a couple from the same world to be simultaneously chosen by the system, and to reunite and connect across countless smaller worlds.
The yellow-haired boy looked at the captain with suspicion.
The man really shook his head: "No contact, but he should be able to guess where I am."
"How could I have guessed that? I devoured a thousand systems before I figured out what the English numbers in front of the numbers meant, and I devoured ten thousand systems before I even got the news about the trial grounds. If my sister-in-law wants to reach the trial grounds, she'll have to travel through the small world for at least a few hundred years. Captain, can you afford to wait? In a few hundred years, we might all be reduced to ash."
The yellow-haired boy sighed and shook his head. The inhuman torture had made him lose the ability to imagine.
"Just because you can't do it doesn't mean he can't do it. He's very smart." The man's face was full of pride, as if he was sure that his lover would find him.
The yellow-haired boy wanted to persuade him again, but when he saw the love and hope in the captain's dark eyes, he closed his mouth in disappointment.
Forget it. It was such a happy thing to still have the ability to dream sweet dreams in this hell. Why should he spoil the captain's fun?
The yellow-haired boy patted the captain's broad shoulders and sat aside.
The man then took out a bottle of healing potion and sprayed it on his calf. A moment later, a rotten wound quietly closed, leaving behind a pink scar. There were three more scars like this, all of which were marks left by Curly.
The man touched the scars, his thin lips curved into an extremely gentle arc, then he took out a bunch of beads, pointed them at his forehead and began to recall everything in his dream.
The yellow-haired boy touched another team member's shoulder and whispered, "Look, the captain has started storing memories of his sister-in-law again. He stores them every day, every day, but where does he get so many memories? Yesterday, he even used an S item card to exchange a bunch of memory beads with Xiao Li. Is he stupid?"
"For you, the S card is very precious, but for the captain, the memories of his sister-in-law in his mind are the most precious. If you have never loved someone deeply, you will not understand this feeling. You must not forget it until you die. This is our obsession to try to return to the original world." The team member's eyes became red as he spoke.
Well, this is also a person with a story!
The yellow-haired boy shook his head and crouched down quietly. A thin figure also appeared in his mind, but unfortunately, it was too long and he could no longer see the other person's face clearly. He only knew that he wanted to go back, even if it meant death.
In silence, Xuan Ming used up dozens of memory beads.
He picked them up one by one, placed them against his forehead, and used his mind to visualize the most beautiful images: Curly's eyes narrowed as he smiled; Curly stretched himself lazily in the warm yellow sunlight; Curly lay in his arms, caressing his chest lazily; Curly moaned with red eyes...
The man's breathing gradually became heavier and his heartbeat became faster and faster. The feeling of being peeped was like taking drugs, making him addicted to the extreme excitement.
Before Curly appeared, he only wanted to see the Lord God and die together with him.
All the small worlds in this universe will become wastelands after his disappearance, and then after thousands of years of growth, they will give birth to a new god and countless lives.
From death to life, this is a cycle. The process may be cruel, but it is much better than complete annihilation.
The man felt that his death was not worth it, so he never felt any fear, let alone the will to live.
But now, he was afraid of death, the fear disappeared, and he also longed to survive.
This fear did not make him weak, but made him stronger, because he knew that there was someone who traveled through countless worlds, enduring hardships and tribulations, just to find himself.
If he doesn't want to disappoint that person, he must live well, live in hope every moment, live in waiting day and night, even if this place is a hell, he can still feel continuous happiness.
He eagerly looked forward to their meeting.
After reading the last memory, the man carefully hid dozens of beads into his space backpack, stood up, and said in a deep voice: "Let's go, tonight we will kill the Red Devil and seize his territory."
"Let's go!" The team members who were sitting on the ground taking a nap immediately stood up with bloodthirsty smiles on their faces.
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In the previous life, Zhuang Li died holding Xuan Ming's hand. He looked at his lover's aging face and comforted her, "Don't be afraid, we will meet again soon."
Xuan Ming smiled happily, his tone equally firm: "I know." He seemed to have some sense of it.
However, when Zhuang Li opened his eyes again, there was no Xuan Ming in front of him, only a round steering wheel and a straight and flat road in front of him, extending to nowhere.
He was sitting in an SUV, speeding forward at a speed of 120 miles per hour. More importantly, his hands were not on the steering wheel at all.
Zhuang Li immediately gripped the steering wheel, but couldn't control the direction. He slowly stepped on the brakes, but the speed didn't decrease at all. The car was out of control!
He looked at the smart dashboard and chuckled, "This car's autonomous driving system malfunctioned. I don't know if it was caused by human error or an accident."
7480 squeezed himself into the corner of the small dark room, not even daring to breathe.
It forgot that it had made a travel schedule in the last world and input it into the core system, and it chose the time when its life was on the line.
The itinerary has begun to run automatically and cannot be changed. In other words, every time the host travels through time from now on, he will encounter the threat of death.
Ahhhhhh! How should I explain this to the host?
7480 held his head and trembled like a frightened little quail.
It never occurred to it that the host might be killed by these accidents.
Zhuang Li didn't panic. He immediately picked up the original owner's phone and prepared to hack into the car's autopilot system to stop it. But he soon discovered that the original owner's phone was also broken and couldn't be turned on.
Two fatal accidents happened in succession. It is obvious that this must have been a human arrangement.
The green belts on both sides of the road became less and less until they disappeared completely. Some cement bags, sand bags, and plastic barrels were scattered behind the guardrails. This shows that this road was newly built and it is very likely that it has not yet been officially opened to traffic, and there are roadblocks or faults.
If the vehicle is out of control, embarking on this road is like stepping into hell.
7480 then remembered he had a script and quickly flipped it open to read. He was horrified. This road was truly a dead end, leading to an unfinished bridge. There was a section of cement slab in the middle of the bridge that wasn't connected, and the sky was hundreds of meters below.
In the storyline written by the Lord God, the original owner drove the car directly towards the broken bridge, fell off, and was smashed to pieces. All his billions of fortunes went to his half-brother, the destined son of this world.
"Master, there is a broken bridge ahead!" For some reason, 7480 actually revealed this very important information to the host.
Zhuang Li was not surprised by the news. He took out a pen that the original owner had stuck in his suit pocket, inserted it into the gap of the car's dashboard, and pried it out with force. It took several attempts before he finally pried open the plastic panel, revealing a bunch of data cables.
"This is a car with an autonomous driving system. To ensure its safety, the manufacturer has installed a redundant system and an automatic shutdown device. The redundant system is an independent driving system that allows the driver to manually operate it in the event of an error in the autonomous driving system. By disconnecting the circuit of the autonomous driving system and enabling the redundant system to operate, I can control the car."
Zhuang Li fiddled with the tangled web of wires and said easily, "Of course, before that, I have to connect the automatic shutdown circuit."
He quickly adjusted the various circuits on the electrical panel to make the redundant system work, then found a severed wire and connected the broken ends together.
This circuit happens to control the automatic shutdown device.
When a car encounters an accident, the driver can press the automatic shutdown button to stop the out-of-control vehicle, but the original owner's car was tampered with and lost this function.
If the car crashes from a high altitude and causes a violent collision, deformation, or even explosion, the damaged wire will also be destroyed, making it difficult for the police to find the problem in a pile of charred wires.
In a flash, Zhuang Li realized that the original owner was being targeted and that this was a murder.
He was extremely well versed in mechanical knowledge, and it didn't take him long to stall the madly running car. However, the powerful inertia was still at work. Fortunately, the steering wheel had returned to normal and the direction could be adjusted, and the brakes could also generate a certain amount of resistance.
Zhuang Li concentrated on steering the wheel and braking, not daring to relax at all.
After running for a while, the car gradually stopped. When I straightened up and looked, I saw the broken bridge leading to the abyss right in front of me.
7480: “…”
It knows that this trivial crisis cannot kill the host at all!
Zhuang Li jumped out of the car, walked to the broken bridge, took a look, and then smiled playfully.
The person who wanted to tear the original owner to pieces got into big trouble this time.
7480: “…”
It sensed the plot was going to fail! Never mind, let's just mourn for Destiny's Child. Anyway, it had done its best.
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