Jian Bushian couldn't see anything, he could only see translucent bullet screens flashing quickly before his eyes.
[Ahhh, why is it suddenly dark? ! I can’t see anything! ]
[??? Mianmian is happy to be a mother, but how come she even has a father? ? Where is the father? rwkk]
[After Michael said that he was going to sleep with the child’s father, the lights suddenly went out. It felt like they were turned off by something invisible…]
[Is sleeping here a static action or a dynamic action? ? (Suddenly turns yellow)]
I don’t know how long it took.
The gallery was plunged into darkness, and lights were turned on in twos and threes.
Another player comes in holding a flashlight prop.
The dazzling flashlight beam shone on Jane Bumian and the little boy.
They saw a beautiful fair-skinned boy with a tearful-eyed blond foreign kid hanging on him.
The little boy was not only startled by the sudden going out of the light, but also by the person who suddenly broke in.
His whole body was like a rabbit, hanging limply on Jane Bumian, pulling at her clothes with both hands.
The holy robe was still a little too big for Jane Busian. The little boy pulled the loose cloth, and Jane Busian's collar was completely torn open, revealing half of her round and pink shoulders.
The figure in the painting behind him quietly lowered his cold eyes.
If the statue was alive, it would not only be able to see Jane Busian's shoulders, but also the gap between her clothes and her upper body, which was very subtle.
Jian Busian noticed someone approaching, so she quickly pulled the boy off her body, straightened her clothes, and pretended nothing had happened.
If you ignore the red tips of his ears showing through his black hair.
Suddenly a male player walked into the gallery.
In the light of the flashlight, Jian Busian could see the appearance of the player clearly. He had long pure white hair, bloodless lips, pale skin, and even his eyes were white, with only light gray pupils visible.
It looks very strange.
Like cream popsicle turned into a spirit.
Jane thought sleeplessly.
The Cream Cake Spirit player slowly approached, his eyes fixed on Jian Busian and the little boy, and frowned: "Are you new players? Stay here..."
He raised his head and saw the huge portrait behind Jian Bumian: "Are you trying to identify this painting as a god?"
“…”
"right."
"Why?"
“………”Jane Busian felt that this player was quite outgoing. Why did he suddenly ask a stranger so many questions?
Of course it’s because this painting smells like delicious bread.
Soft and fluffy, white and plump with the flavor of bread.
The player saw that Jian Busian did not answer, but just lowered her head, hurriedly grasped the corners of her clothes with both hands, and her pretty face was full of hesitation.
As an old player, he had been staying in his room to rest, so naturally he didn't know Jian Bushian's style in this copy.
He just looked at Jian Busian's weak and pretty appearance, raised his eyebrows, and said in a calm voice: "Although I don't want to have too much communication with newcomers, I still want to remind you that there is indeed something in the painting behind you, but it is definitely not a god. It is a demon that will make you live a life worse than death."
"No matter what reason you use, the copy and it will be judged as unreasonable."
Then he saw the young man raised his head in surprise, with a little redness in the corners of his eyes, like a red and tender flower bud.
The boy pursed his lips hastily and lowered his eyes, as if trying to hide some emotions in his eyes.
The veteran player knew that he must be trying to hide his fear.
——But Jane Bumian didn’t.
Thanks to his long eyelashes, as soon as he lowered his eyes, his thick and long eyelashes would cover his eyes... and at the same time, they also covered the excitement that was overflowing from him.
...a demon that would make his life worse than death?
That must be powerful, right? And it must taste delicious, right?
at the same time.
Jian Busian noticed several out-of-place comments among the many comments in the live broadcast room that were exclaiming about his wife.
[Isn't this white-haired player the Snowman, a member of the Star Hunter Alliance? ! ]
[At his level, shouldn't he be able to go to a high-difficulty dungeon that is reserved for veteran players? Is he here to look for that NPC again?]
[Let him give up, he can't find it!
A member of the Star Hunter Alliance? Codename: Snowman?
Jane Busian was quite interested.
He raised his head and whispered, "Brother, are you a member of the Star Hunter Alliance?"
The snowman paused as he was about to leave. He turned back and asked, "How did you know?"
"I heard it from others..." Jian Busian said truthfully. He heard it from the people in the live broadcast room.
Jian Busian hurriedly asked, "That's right, I want to ask, what kind of NPC is the 'Star' that your team likes?"
He asked Qin Yihan the same question last time.
But Qin Yihan was only a semi-novice player, and his answer was vague.
This time, he met players who were really interested in "Stars".
This was the first time he took the initiative to talk to other players. He felt a little uncomfortable and kept fiddling with the corners of his clothes with his hands.
The little boy was wary of this strange white-haired male, and he clung to his mother, frowning warily like a protective puppy, his furry tail bursting out dangerously.
The snowman didn't expect that the little beauty would ask such a question.
He chuckled, "He has never revealed his true appearance. He has always used various disguises. However, as long as he appears in front of us, we will know that he must be Xingxing."
"The premise is that he also wants to meet with us."
Jian Busian opened his eyes wide, a little confused: "Do you like him very much?"
From what Qin Yihan said before, he subconsciously thought that those players hated this NPC and wanted to capture him alive or kill him.
Unexpectedly, it was completely different from what he expected.
The snowman stood there in a daze for a while, scratched his snow-white hair, and stammered, "Uh... probably, anyway, he is very different from other NPCs, he has saved many players, and also said... he can take us away from the infinite world..."
The word "rescue" is very out of place in an infinite world, but it did happen.
His voice became lower and lower, and finally he lowered his eyes and said calmly: "But we haven't seen him for a long time, and we can't detect his existence even with various props."
Jian Busian didn't expect that his casual question would actually touch upon someone else's sad story.
He was a little flustered and embarrassed. He stood there at a loss, his ears red and his white hands clasped together in front of him helplessly.
Finally, he raised his hand and clumsily touched the other person's cold hair: "Don't be sad, he must have been there all the time. Oh, I have a method that has a certain probability of luring out that NPC."
The snowman frowned, confused.
Jian Busian said seriously: "Use some delicious food and bring it with you, and he will come out."
He likes to devour delicious NPCs of the same kind, and if someone tempts him with this, he will definitely not be able to resist and will pop out.
That NPC must also like to eat... and must not be able to resist the temptation just like him.
After all, eating is such a wonderful thing.
He wanted to just say "delicious evil spirit", but he was afraid of scaring the other party, so he didn't say it.
As long as it’s delicious, it’s fine...right?
“…………”
"ah?"
The snowman looked shocked.
The little boy who had been standing aside in silence suddenly burst into tears and tightly grabbed Jane Bumian's arm.
The little boy had obviously been holding it in for a long time. His face was flushed and tears were rolling down his cheeks like rain. He stammered as he cried:
"Wow, mom, don't talk to this weird uncle, go back and sleep with daddy... ugh!"
When Jane Busian thought about what he was going to say next, her face suddenly turned red and she covered the little boy's mouth.
The little boy's eyes opened wide, his sea-blue eyes filled with crystal tears.
His mouth was covered by Jian Bumian's hand, and the tip of his lips touched the other's slightly cool palm. The skin on the palm was very tender and exuded a faint fragrance.
It has a soothing milky aroma.
...It seems like a smell that only mothers have.
The little boy immediately held back his tears and started to hiccup.
"Michael, don't cry, I will take you back now."
Jian Busian couldn't persuade the annoying child, so he thought of taking the child back home and coaxing him to sleep, and then it wouldn't be too late to come out and eat the painting.
The white-haired player looked even more shocked. He looked at the little boy and pointed at Jian Busian: "Ah, this, this, he is... your son?"
The existence of an infinite world is already outrageous enough, so it may not be so strange that a man can have a child here.
Especially a beautiful and fragile boy like the one in front of him.
Jian Bumian: “…………”
The comments in the live broadcast room were swiping the screen like crazy.
[Hahaha, I really believed what you said, pass it on, Mianmian gave birth to a child! ]
[Pass it on, Mianmian gave birth to three children! ]
[Pass it on, Mian Mian gave birth to three babies for three men at the same time! ]
【……】
The corners of Jian Busian's mouth twitched as she explained, "I have not given birth to a child, and I definitely cannot give birth to one. This little boy is just an NPC."
"..." The white-haired player suddenly realized: "No wonder."
Jian Bumian's face was almost burning. He didn't look at the white-haired player again, and left the gallery in a panic with the little boy.
As he walked, a layer of anger appeared on his pretty white face, and he said in a trembling voice: "From now on, don't mention the word 'Dad' casually outside! Otherwise, I will really eat you!"
He had only intended to eat the evil ghost NPCs before.
But for this kind of living NPC, if he was forced into a corner, he would also think about eating it.
The little boy hadn't stopped crying yet, his eyes were as red as a rabbit. He tried to hold back his tears and sobbed, "Mom, but I really want to see my dad, wuwuwu..."
Jian Bumian: "..."
never mind.
Jane Busian turned her head away and pretended not to hear the baby crying.
He never expected that the first NPC that gave him such a headache was not a delicious target, but a child.
Jane Busian ignored the little boy and went to the church hall under the spiral staircase.
The countdown displayed on the dome showed only one hour left.
If you have not identified the god you believe in before the end of this hour, you will be killed.
Jian Busian had already thought about who to identify, but he hadn't come up with a suitable reason for the identification.
The reason is unreasonable, and Jane Bumian will be wiped out, not to mention that the ghost hidden in the painting will come out.
He scratched his head, feeling a little distressed, and frowned his thin brows.
...It's not easy for him to make a living.
The little boy realized that he had caused trouble for his mother and slowly stopped crying. His tender face was covered with wet tear marks.
If he had a tail, it would definitely hang down in misery and curl up into a ball.
He raised his head and found that the other person seemed to have something else on his mind. He tugged at the corner of her clothes and said in a soft voice, "Mom, are you worried about something else? I'm very good, you can tell me."
“…”
Jian Busian lowered his head and muttered nonchalantly, "Nothing, I just can't fill my stomach."
The little boy blinked his ocean blue eyes and said, "Then why don't you go ask Dad for food?"
Jian Bumian: “…………”
Every time the other person mentioned the word "father", he seemed to really put himself into the role of "the mother who gave birth to the child". His fair ears turned red and he felt a strange sense of shame in his heart.
——However, if it’s for food, it’s not impossible for him to put himself in the shoes of others.
After all, food is the most important thing for people.
Jian Busian squatted down and looked at the little boy at eye level. Her caramel-colored eyes were clear and reflected the boy's tender and handsome face.
"Michael, do you really miss your dad?"
"Um!"
Jian Busian took the little boy's hand and chuckled, "Then I'll take you to see your dad, okay?"
The comments from the audience in the live broadcast room suddenly stopped.
After a long time, a barrage of comments slowly popped up.
[Jane Busian...what does he want to do? ]
The little boy was a little surprised that Jian Busian actually agreed to meet his father, and his eyes were filled with surprise.
Jian Bumian pulled him back to the dark gallery and came to the end of the gallery.
The white-haired player had already left, and at the end of the gallery there was still only that lonely life-size portrait.
The man in the painting does not change his movements on his own like the "paintings" in other copies.
He is still standing in the painting, his cloak falling to his military boots, his tall figure in a military dress uniform cuts against the grey light and shadow, and the golden scepter is the only bright colour in the painting.
The handsome face was expressionless, like a perfect statue of a god, which would only stand forever in the temple, looking at all living beings coldly and ruthlessly.
The flame of the oil lamp outside the painting flickered, reflecting the man's half-closed eyes. Through his long eyelashes, Jane Busian saw that his eyes were golden.
The golden eyes were moving in the darkness, and the person in the painting seemed to be slowly coming back to life.
But according to common sense, this is impossible to happen, and everything can only be attributed to the painter's superb painting skills.
Jane Busian was brought back to her senses by the little boy's cry.
The little boy was very confused as to why Jian Busian came back here again. He looked at her eagerly: "Mom, didn't you say you would bring me to see Dad? I don't want to see this painting again. It's not pretty."
"You'll be seeing your dad soon."
Jian Busian said softly, his eyes not falling on the little boy. He was still staring at the painting, the corners of his lips raised high, and a crazy smile suddenly appeared on his pretty face.
"I want to identify the 'god' as the man in the painting."
Large blood-red characters appeared in front of Jian Bumian.
Please state your reasons.
Jian Busian half-knelt down, gently holding the little boy in his arms, burying his chin in the other's soft golden hair, his eyes lowered, and his expression gentle.
He seemed like a real warm-hearted young mother, and the words he spoke were full of tenderness and affection.
"The man in the painting is the child's father."
"Because of his father's love, the child's father would not have the heart to watch his child die in the plague. He would definitely eliminate the plague and save his child... and everyone would be saved as a result."
"So, this is why I think he will be a god."
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