Du Ze was very puzzled. Why was it that even though he had used his life to interpret what the Virgin Mary was, the protagonist was not touched by his Virgin Mary light at all, but instead became even more oppressive to him? How could the protagonist always stop at the exact moment when he could no longer bear it and was about to explode? Then his surging resentment was forcibly held back in his throat, and then his social barriers began to poke at his HP: explosion = coldly condemning the protagonist's bad behavior = preaching earnestly = saying many, many, many, many words... Never mind. ˊ＿>ˋSo Du Ze became limp again, with a cold face and silently hurting himself.
In fact, Du Ze knew that it was unrealistic for the protagonist who had just been betrayed by his best friend to immediately trust a person of unknown origin. In the protagonist's view, he no longer cared about what others thought of him, and the right thing to do was to take advantage of that person before he betrayed him, especially since that person was pretending to be mysterious with a cold and aloof look (very foggy).
...So you are still the culprit, socially awkward?
Socially awkward (cold, aloof): Humph.
Therefore, in the empty and lonely Lost Land, the only three living things are: the protagonist who keeps brushing up his skill proficiency, the reader who is always abused and never surpassed, and a peeping beast. Speaking of the beast, Du Ze has been able to see it peeping at the protagonist in a certain place these days. Du Ze can basically make a schedule for it: in the morning, peek at the protagonist; at noon, peek at the protagonist; at night, peek at the protagonist.
...How much do you want to sign a contract with the protagonist, meow.
Once Du Ze noticed it, the nine-tailed beast would run away in a flash - is this a 123 wooden man? Du Ze had no doubt that as long as he left the protagonist for even a minute, the beast would definitely rush towards the protagonist and meow: Sign a contract with me, boy!
Thinking of this, Du Ze instantly became firm in his belief that he would never leave the protagonist's side.
Although the cat-like monster is indeed a mythical beast, and its skills are amazing, Du Ze and a group of readers also liked this cute pet very much: it can be cute and powerful, how can such a cute pet be missed. But after reading "Mixed Blood", the author will tell readers very kindly: this meow has passive skills! It likes the emotions of resentment and despair the most! It was attracted by the protagonist's resentment at the beginning! In order to trigger this emotion, it will actively bring bad luck! It is one of the contributors to the protagonist's dark side in the later period! The readers were shocked and the author just laughed it off! No! Yes!
For the sake of my great cute master, hello cat and goodbye cat!
A certain silly and cute guy would not admit that he was jealous and envious - why couldn't the protagonist treat everyone equally when they were both signing a contract? In the novel, the protagonist pampered the cute contracted beasts by his side, so why did he torture the readers who were also by his side and signed a contract with him? Don't be so racist, asshole! He can also be cute - well, he really can't do this. Du Ze wanted to talk to Xiu more than once, but he only thought about it every time. His social barriers ensured that no matter how rich the words in his mind were, in the end, there were still two paralyzed people sitting in a row, one gloomy and the other stiff, and the chat record could never turn to the second page.
Just like this, those who are practicing are still practicing, and those who are abused are still being abused, day after day, and nothing has changed.
Du Ze, who was deeply hurt, said that "Mixed Blood" is actually a story of a hard-working protagonist's struggle rather than a stallion YY novel! When Du Ze recalled the description of this plot in "Mixed Blood", the poor readers were almost tortured to tears.
[…Time flies by, and before he knows it, Xiu has been in the Lost Land for three years. He…] Three years… three… years…
Du Ze was completely defeated. He was worried that the author had not spent enough time writing and that the protagonist was not strong enough. He must have been possessed by some fucking thing!
The most sad thing is not that they are so close yet so far away, but that the novel says “three years have passed in a flash”, and you are in this novel.
After being destroyed once again, Du Ze felt that this was not going to work. After three years of abuse, he would become a scumbag. He had to stand up. With such great plot resources in his hands, how could he be defeated by a mere socially challenged monster? He wanted to be the protagonist's good brother! So after another month of procrastination (socially challenged: hehe), Du Ze finally found Shang Xiu and prepared to talk to him to refresh his favorability.
The spoiler Du Ze prepared is related to Xiu's life experience: In fact, in Louis's magic notebook, there is an important piece of information, that is, Louis once tried to resurrect a dwarf with the magic of the dead. The experiment was successful in the end. The dwarf was not completely resurrected. He had the characteristics of the dead and a certain vitality, becoming a half-dwarf and half-dead existence. Only Du Ze, who has watched the later plot of "Mixed Blood", can give spoilers without pressure: the "half-dead" is actually the protagonist's grandfather. In short, the protagonist's grandfather is a "hybrid" of the dead and the dwarf.
If I tell the protagonist the above plot, and then say in a cold and noble way: If you want to know more, stop being evil, his happy days will probably not last long.
Xiu sat on the throne, put down the magic note in his hand, and stared silently with his dim black pupils at Du Ze who came to him for the first time.
Du Ze pressed his earphones and began to reveal the spoilers word by word: "Actually——" Your life story is recorded in the magic notebook.
Du Ze opened his mouth, but no sound came out. No matter how hard he tried to force air from his throat, the sound seemed to be strangled by some invisible hand.
"——"That half-dwarf, half-undead has something to do with you.
He couldn't say it, absolutely couldn't say it. He seemed to be forbidden to tell the truth by some existence. That existence was very powerful. What was it? Was it the author, God, or... the world?
Du Ze's face was frozen, and he was about to cry blindly. Why was he allowed to reveal spoilers before but now forbidden? Could it be that he couldn't tell the protagonist in advance what he shouldn't know now? Or that he couldn't reveal spoilers now that would affect the subsequent development of the plot? The only spoiler skill was still restricted, too cruel...
Seeing the lich's face becoming increasingly gloomy, Du Ze said reflexively: "We can leave here."
——He started reciting lines again. What should I do?
Xiu looked a little surprised, and there was a flash of confusion and hesitation. Du Ze also reacted at this time, and then thought that this was a good topic to start: he should have persuaded the protagonist to leave the Lost Land a long time ago. Practicing necromancy all the time would either be morbid or abnormal. Most importantly, he didn't want to be abused again!
"Why?"
There are no little brothers, no cannon fodder, no cute girls here. He is the only one being abused. He is not happy.
Du Ze said with a straight face: "There is no one here."
Xiu first glanced at the magic note in his hand: "Indeed..." Then he stared at Du Zesha and said hoarsely: "There is a lack of corpses."
—Wait a minute, how did this topic degenerate into a lack of cultivation materials?
Du Ze instantly felt that Xiu's gaze on him deepened. He was silent for a second, then continued as if nothing had happened: "Go out, and you will be stronger."
Is it really ok to continue discussing such a devastating topic?
Xiu's fingers suddenly tightened as he thought of some bad memory. He stared at Du Ze, revealing his strong emotions.
WARNING: Your death flag is about to be set.
This is risking one's life to give advice! Du Ze immediately made it clear that he was also a villain: "Your enemy is not me."
Xiu stared at Du Ze for a while, his lifeless eyes filled with only a suffocating darkness, then he reached out and touched the back of Du Ze's neck - this is the most vulnerable part of the human body, and when he pressed it firmly, he had a sense of complete control over the person in front of him.
The cool skin pressed against his neck made Du Ze want to shiver. Du Ze didn't know why the protagonist had developed the habit of touching his neck. It was just a touch, not to destroy the world, so Du Ze just let it go - although he always felt that the protagonist touching his neck felt like stroking a restless pet, so was this the retribution for stealing the cat's script...
The usually cold skin of the undead gradually became warm. Xiu felt the warmth under his fingers, and finally stroked it for a while, then withdrew his hand with a little reluctance. Du Ze looked at the lich in front of him, whose mood suddenly improved. He suddenly felt that the undead race was really like the cats, with a fickle personality.
"Let's go."
When Du Ze came to his senses, Xiu was already standing at the temple door, looking over here. The light from the distant beam of light outlined him, making the undead creature from the darkness look pure and holy.
"After we get out, I'll take you to see my 'good friend'."
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Time passed quickly, and before he knew it, Xiu had been in the Lost Land for three years. He stood at the entrance of the temple, looking at the light column in the distance, slightly lost in thought. The light from afar cast a long shadow for the lich. In the lich's shadow, the skeleton generals laughed with a clacking sound, the zombie lord moved his steps heavily, and the ghost banshee swayed her pale and transparent body.
"Meow~"
Xiu lowered his head and Ming was rubbing his feet with his body. Seeing Xiu looking at it, Ming raised his head, his one gold and one blue eyes full of expectation.
Xiu picked up Ming and stroked Ming's neck. The eight-tailed monster rolled comfortably in Xiu's arms, and heard its master say to it: "Let's leave here."
Louis' magic notebook already recorded the method of leaving the Lost Land, and now is the time.
"After we get out, I'll take you to see my 'good friend'."
Very good - "friend".
——Excerpt from "Mixed Blood"
Author's words: Author: Three years have passed in a flash. Protagonist: ...Happy times pass quickly. Reader: On the convex floor, on the floor above the convex floor. =皿=