After a long while, Ning Jing, who had been keeping her eyes closed, finally opened them after hearing the door close.
She was originally lying on her side, but now she is lying on her back.
"Fuqiang, come out!"
Although Ning Jing's voice was very calm, if you listened carefully, you could still feel a slight tremor.
However, no matter how she called out, Fuqiang remained silent and refusing to make a sound.
After calling out four or five times, Ning Jing knew that Fu Qiang was determined not to show his face this time.
She, who had been lying flat, suddenly sat up abruptly, then turned her head and looked at the bamboo basket that Fu Hongxing had casually put away earlier.
Inside, there were not only scraps of cloth for pasting shoe soles, needles and thread, but also sharp scissors.
Just as Fuqiang was secretly thinking that no matter how much the host shouted this time, he would pretend to be dead, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in the nerves that connected him to the host.
(Warning...Warning...The host is exhibiting self-harming behavior. The host is exhibiting self-harming behavior.)
(Stop, host, what are you doing?)
When Fuqiang saw Ning Jing's actions, he was so frightened that he almost lost his soul and hurriedly shouted loudly.
I regretted it as soon as I shouted it.
What happened to playing dead?
The serene hand holding the scissors was slowly stabbing into her other arm.
If Fuqiang hadn't shouted, those sharp scissors would probably have slashed the carotid artery in his wrist.
Ning Jing paused, but did not let go, nor did she make any further movement.
Her face was pale, and she slightly raised her head, giving a cold laugh towards the empty space.
"What, you're finally not playing dead anymore? You're finally responding?"
Fu Qiang was furious at Ning Jing's tone, but there was nothing he could do. He didn't want to pretend anymore.
(Host, what exactly do you want?)
Fuqiang's words sounded somewhat depressed. You know, when it was full of energy before, it had never suffered any mistreatment from the host.
This time, in order to earn gold coins and energy, it has humbled itself to this extent.
It was even threatened by its host to commit suicide; if the host committed suicide, it would be eliminated.
The feeling of being held in someone's hand made it very uncomfortable.
"Fuqiang, I should be the one asking you, what exactly do you want!"
I hope you can explain things clearly to me, otherwise, humph, it'll just be a complete breakup.
Ning Jing suppressed her fear and apprehension. She knew she couldn't back down; if she did, she would be unknowingly controlled by the system.
Just like her memories, if she lost her original memories, would she still be herself?
Upon hearing his host's words, Fuqiang knew that he could no longer hide the truth.
After a pause, he let out a helpless sigh.
(I just want you to integrate into this time and space, but I don't want you to change this era.)
Knowing too much is not good for your integration with this space-time.
Fu Qiang sighed in exasperation before confessing.
"So, you quietly, little by little, erased my memories of my past world?"
Hearing Fu Qiang's tone, which seemed to be for her own good, Ning Jing's voice became somewhat sharp.
(Don't be angry, don't be angry, take your hand away, let's talk calmly, okay?)
Fuqiang watched with a pounding heart as Ning Jing, who was slightly agitated, held the scissors firmly in her hand, fearing that she might accidentally cut herself.
It didn't want to just end up dying with its host like that.
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