The evil host always goes offline

Chapter 787 Role Playing (1)

"Everything is ready, it's just you."

"I'm here right now, little bundle~"

Xiang Shu said coldly: "If I don't come again, I won't be able to stabilize Wujie."

After all, he is just a soul-split, and cannot really merge with Unbounded.

The palm-sized gray Sheng waved his hand, "Okay, okay, you go and do your work, and I'll call you to pick me up when I'm done."

Xiang Shu didn't leave directly, and watched Hui Sheng being carried forward by Xiao Bai for a long time, until she couldn't help but turn her head.

"Any thing else?"

"When will I be able to return?"

"..." Hui Sheng: "Aren't you living a pretty good life now? You are the shadow king under one person and above tens of thousands. How majestic you are."

Xiang Shu's usually expressionless face turned stern, "You don't want me anymore."

"...What do you mean I don't want you anymore, you can be a living person now, why bother to belong to me."

Xiang Shu stared at her blankly, his eyes seemed to have been knocked open with a crack, and then collapsed out of control.

"I understand."

Hui Sheng suddenly felt that something was wrong, and looked back to see that Xiang Shu's hair had turned white, and a flame was burning from the end of the hair.

"!!!" Hui Sheng rushed over, "Okay, okay, I'll let you back when I get back to the bounds, stop making trouble."

"Really?"

Hui Sheng hugged his arm, Xiaoji nodded like a pecking rice, "I won't break my promise."

"That's not believable at all."

"..." Hui Sheng: "Why don't you even believe me, it's so sad woo woo woo."

A trace of tenderness flashed across Xiang Shu's face, and he stroked Hui Sheng's little head, "But I believe you."

Hui Sheng ended her fake crying in an instant, crawled into his palm, and sighed softly, "Why are you doing this?"

Xiang beam's eyes were gray, a little empty and frustrated, "You're not a ghost, you don't understand."

No matter how powerful the sub-soul is, the master's will is also in the main soul, even if it is a sub-soul that is forced to be independent, there will always be a vacancy in the heart.

Just like a person always wants to go home, he has been drifting away for long enough, and he really wants to go home.

Hui Sheng sighed, "I'll play a few more planes and then go to define the boundaries. Anyway, I've started, and I haven't got [-] points yet. It's not my style to give up halfway."

Xiang Shu: "Your style is no style."

Hui Sheng: "Shut up."

It took Hui Sheng a few days to sort out Wujie, which was completely integrated with her soul, and the whole beginning was like editing a program, just waiting for it to build itself.

"I hope this place will be finished when I come back again." Hui Sheng stretched his waist and lay down lazily, using Xiaobai as a chaise longue, turned his head sideways and asked Xiang Shu: "Is there any special plane task now? The task is a bit boring and not enjoyable enough.”

"Infinite stream?"

Hui Sheng's eyes lit up, "Really?"

"There is one at the moment, and no missionaries like you have entered yet."

Hui Sheng immediately said: "Then make a reservation quickly, don't let others snatch it."

"It's scheduled, but there is another tasker here, doing other tasks."

It is rare for two or more taskers to appear on one plane, but it is not impossible, and they do not conflict with each other.

Hui Sheng didn't take it seriously, "I don't mind if the well water doesn't violate the river water."
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Qi Yan sat in the corner reading a book, not far away was the gray Sheng rolled into a silkworm chrysalis.

He glanced at Hui Sheng from time to time, always feeling that she had slept for too long, but after several checks, nothing was found.

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Ah Shi has something to say: I have sources for every plane, but because this book is not popular, all the previous planes did not mention the source (I don’t think it is necessary), but I must say this plane, this plane The source of the game is the game option of love letter rejection, card, envelope, and the other three options. She chose other... In fact, my card and envelope are also very well designed, and the other is an impromptu option. There is no rule at all. It's very brilliant, or it may be very ordinary, but it doesn't have the ritual sense of the first two options. Alas, I figured it out anyway, so I can't think about it in vain. I just want to write it as a plane.

(End of this chapter)