Chapter 37 Like

Arriving at the scene, Mu Yu could see that the police had cordoned off the scene, and the thick smoke was floating in the air, blurring his eyebrows.

The villa that originally stood has been turned into ruins, and all you can see is chaos. Whether it is bricks scattered on the ground or messy cement, it is like a dream.

If it wasn't a dream, why would reality become like this?

"Why?" Mu Yu said in a low voice. His voice was hoarse and mixed with unclear emotions.

He probably hates Jiang Mian and wants Jiang Mian to die, but why does he feel uncomfortable after knowing that the other party is really dead?

"Host, I don't know either." The system followed Mu Yu and responded.

It has nothing to do with whether others die or not, not to mention, the more the protagonists die, it is good for it.

But when the system saw the tears in Mu Yu's eyes, his heart was grabbed and twisted into a ball, and pain and depression swept through his body.

Do electronic systems also dream of their own butterflies?

"Are you sad, host?" the system said.

Its heart, which is stored in a top-secret safe, reveals line after line of code. The code is chaotic and irregular, as if the computer is stuck.

The system took out his heart and looked at it. The silver heart glowed with a painful blue color.

"Stop crying, host, I can generate another Jiang Mian for you, and everything will be fine!" The system came up with an idea and told Mu Yu happily.

The system is like a happy bird that has found a solution, chattering non-stop, "Host, look at me! Look at me! That's it, it's very simple."

"It's super simple, copy a Jiang Mian and he can accompany you You, please don't be sad, I am also very sad."

The system patted his body, feeling the speed of the heart code running, and thought to himself.

It's time for a new heart. Recently, it has been running very slowly with the host's heart.

"Host, I'm very powerful. Not only can I copy Jiang Mian, but I can also copy myself!"

As he said that, the system split itself apart, and one system after another floated around Mu Yu.

Those systems all stared at Mu Yu. Dozens of pairs of eyes looked directly at Mu Yu, saying in their mouths: "Host, look at us! It's that simple, very simple!"

The system usually has several other systems. When the systems that looked cute and could be copied and pasted gathered together to look at Mu Yu, a large scene of fear appeared.

Mu Yu was stunned for a moment. The mist floated in his eyes, like a flowing river, clear and transparent.

"Then why don't you generate a me? Anyway, to your system, we are just a string of codes, right?" Mu Yu asked.

He is also a character in the world of the novel, and perhaps his thoughts and emotions have been controlled from the moment he was born.

People shout that love is selfless, but the so-called love is just hormones.

Then why not copy him, copy Mu Yu who is obedient and does everything well, so that the system will not be afraid that no one will complete the task.

"Also, I don't allow you to copy him? Can you guarantee that which one is copied is completely Jiang Mian?" Mu Yu said while suppressing the emotions surging in his heart and trying not to look so ridiculous.

The systems lowered their heads at another angle and said in unison: "Not such a host."

The voices echoed in the air, just like a large-scale horror scene.

"You are unique." The system scratched its head and tried to explain: "Host, you are unique. I cannot copy you."

But for people like Jiang Mian, it can copy a hundred, a thousand, Ten thousand, but why is the host so uncomfortable?

The system opened its mouth and wanted to tell Mu Yu the truth.

But the next second, when it saw the person coming behind Mu Yu, it suddenly closed its microphone and took back the copy and pasted version of itself.

"Why are you sitting here alone?"

The voice coming from behind was very soft, like a feather falling into my heart, gentle and soft.

Mu Yu's thoughts were completely occupied by anger and sadness, and coupled with the man's deliberate disguise, he could not find any clues so far.

Without turning his head, he responded feebly: "A stupid man died here, and I feel bad for him."

"Huh?" The voice behind him smiled more, "A man you thought was a fool died here. Shouldn't we set off firecrackers to celebrate? After all, he deserves to die."

Mu Yu wiped his eyes, but as soon as he wiped away the overflowing tears, new tears filled his eyes unknowingly.

Tears slid down his fair cheeks, leaving a slight water mark along them.

"It's different. I hate him, but I don't want him to die." Mu Yu responded.

The tears falling down onto the ground are proof of vulnerability.

After Mu Yu left him, he vowed never to shed a tear for a man again.

His tears fell only for himself, only for glory and faith, not for love.

But even now, he is still fragile and crying for other men.

"I don't like him, he deserves to die..." Mu Yu repeated the word "damn" back and forth, as if this could dissipate any emotion.

Jiang Mian who forced him and didn't respect his opinions was just better than those men, so he should die too.

"He really deserves to die, don't cry for him." The other party's voice suddenly became a little disappointed, and he stretched out his hand and handed the paper to Mu Yu.

There was a hint of confusion and sadness in his voice, "Celebrate your new life. Your life will be better without him."

It shouldn't be grabbed, and it shouldn't be imprisoned at home. When will it matter? Prove that you have had love.

All Jiang Mian's emotions about love so far are about Mu Yu.

Regardless of the joy of being with the person he likes, the pain of separation, or the jealousy of seeing Mu Yu with another man, Jiang Mian was happy from beginning to end.

He likes Mu Yu, so every second he looks at Mu Yu and every minute he spends with Mu Yu is happy.

He continued: "If you hate him, he will never appear in front of you again. Isn't this a good thing?"

Mu Yu laughed angrily, "If you hate him, do you have to let him die?! I hate him, what does it have to do with me being sad about his death! I just don't want him to die..."

In the end, Mu Yu was like an unreasonable child He vented his emotions like this, "I don't want him to die, so he's not allowed to die!"

The voice asked back: "You also like him

a little bit in your heart, right?" The voice was very soft and a little cautious. A little bit corroded Mu Yu's defense, wrapping his treasure warmly and greedily, unwilling to let go for a moment.

"Yes..." Mu Yu replied.

After speaking out, Mu Yu was left in silence and daze.

Does he like Jiang Mian?