Save the villain and become the villain [Quick Wear]

An Yue opened the belly of the golden pig and poured out a piece of love hearts, more than twenty of them, most of which were so light in color that they could not even be considered pink.

She counted them one by one, and put them away carefully, then looked at Qi Yang and the red stone he was stroking, with worry flashing in her eyes: "I heard from 002, oh, Qi Yan said, did you tell the name to the people in the small world?"

Qi Yang's eyes were filled with languor, as if he was calm after great joy or great sorrow. Hearing this, he chuckled nonchalantly, which was considered an admission.

"Does it look good?" He showed the warm crystal heart in his palm. It was so clear that it could reflect the fine lines on his palm, but the heat dissipated the next second when it came into contact with the air.

Of course it is beautiful. An Yue has never seen anyone who can peel off such pure and bright love, but she has also never seen anyone who would buy such a flashy "love crystal" as a carrier of emotion.

Basically everyone uses the "love letter" issued by the department, a special talisman paper that is very convenient to burn, cut, or put away like Qi Yang.

An Yue doesn't care about love. Her previous living environment has made her have no feelings for love between men and women. Instead, she cares more about family affection. However, seeking family affection by pretending to be someone else in the mission is really a short-term solution.

But after she met Qi Yang, and after he knew the origin of her puppet and said that sentence, she stopped looking. Although she never said it, she did regard him as a younger brother.

She could also understand Qi Yang's current depravity.

The targets of previous strategies always had a close relationship with the original person, and sometimes the purpose of the strategy was even for revenge. This person was always so picky and serious about relationships.

She looked at the platinum rings nestled together on his ring and middle fingers, her eyes slightly gloomy and filled with worry.

"Are you ok?"

"I've never felt so good before." He smiled and put the red crystal heart to his lips and touched it lightly. However, his eyes were still shrouded in mist, and a layer of true and false teasing appeared. "But... many people on the forum should not be in a good condition right now."

If An Yue hadn't heard his new song, she wouldn't have cared so much and come to see him specially.

"Take a break for a while, Yangyang."

Qi Yang shook his head: "No need, there is no need for me to lie to you, I am indeed fine..."

He opened his five fingers, and the platinum ring still shone brightly after thirty years, just like that person's feelings for him.

"It's just that I may not be able to like anyone else for the time being...that's all."

……

"What the hell? Another copy exploded?"

"S-level copy, who is so awesome? Even the top ten bosses would have to run for their lives in front of that kind of monster."

"The difficulty of the dungeons has been increasing in the past two years. It's good to get a surprise. I'm giving a shout out to the boss."

"No, is this really something a human can do?"

"Tell me a horror story. No one survived this copy."

Noise is contagious, and so is silence.

The noisy dungeon hall soon became dead silent, with only the ghostly howls of people whose gaming systems had been smashed and mourning that went unanswered.

The copy hall looks like an ordinary venue from the outside, but its interior contains space technology that is currently beyond the reach of Blue Planet. It is as big as an airport and is designed like a long-distance bus station.

The windows are clean and spotless, and no one can associate it with a weird game, but the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled can be seen everywhere, with the latter category being the majority, and they generally gather at the exit of the dungeon.

A huge light screen is suspended in the center of the hall, playing countless short videos of only ten seconds each at the same time. From them, one can infer the approximate type of the dungeon. If one is lucky, one may be able to see a dungeon for which one has learned the strategy.

There is a string of numbers below the video, which consists of letters and numbers, representing the dungeon level and the "ticket gate" position. Some of them are marked with asterisks, indicating that they are new dungeons or that no one has ever completed them.

Once the number of people entering the copy meets the requirement, the video will be locked.

Right now, in the top row, a locked video turned into snowflakes, and lifelike blood was flowing out of the video. A weird laugh was intermittent, almost crying, which complemented the loud voice of the game system.

Since the advent of the strange game, the world has been in panic. It is hard to find anything more terrifying than this ghost game itself.

It was a happy event that yet another copy was destroyed, and it was also common for no one to survive here, but when all of these things happened together, it made everyone feel a chill down their spine.

It couldn't be that someone had died together with the dungeon boss again, right?

But the top boss on the list also admitted that even he was not qualified to die together.

Qi Yang leaned against the exit of a randomly chosen copy, carefully avoiding the people coming out from behind him. His right arm was abnormally deflated, and then quickly filled up.

He seemed to feel nothing, and like the people around him, he looked up at the particularly conspicuous scarlet snowflakes. After a long moment, he lightly pulled the corners of his mouth and lowered his eyelids, with no ripple on his pale face.

He pulled up his mask, stretched his arms, and made sure they had grown back before walking away, not caring about the huge noise that erupted after the silence.

Broken arms and legs are normal here. Some people with special talents can even use props to reattach their broken heads. No one cares how his arms heal so quickly.

The black windbreaker seemed to have been soaked in water, becoming so heavy that it lost its softness. After walking for a while, a drop of black viscous liquid fell from the corner of the coat and was instantly absorbed by the floor of the dungeon hall.

The white jade-like floor tiles are always clean.

He left the dungeon hall, feeling slightly dizzy and nauseous with his empty stomach. Just as he was about to find a restaurant to eat and drink, he saw three men and two women coming towards him.

It includes men, women, young and old.

The bottom line of this broken game is getting lower and lower.

The boy walking in front was about eighteen or nineteen years old. He was probably playing basketball before he was dragged onto the hearse. He had a handsome appearance and if he was good at basketball, he should be very popular in school.

His eyes were clear and he was very courageous. He had no fear, only a strong desire to conquer. It seemed that he was well-fed, or at least not a bad person.

But he was too weak.

I don't know how long I can maintain this temperament.

Qi Yang withdrew his gaze, and when he passed by them, the boy suddenly let out a light exclamation, stopped and looked back.

"Brother Simon, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, just... it feels familiar."