The day when I was forcibly bound by an NPC

Under the supervision of the mage, Jiang Zhaonian finally filled a large bottle of milk.

Swallowing the last bite, the stamina bar just filled up.But the demand bar is off the charts, flashing a disturbing red.

Jiang Zhaonian looked distressed, stroking his belly that was about to explode, and unilaterally withdrew the good person card issued to the mage just now.

As soon as he had finished drinking, the mage took the empty bottle, and returning with a large bottle of milk, placed it on the table before him.

Jiang Zhaonian's face turned green.

The mage approached him, untied his hands, and lightly tapped his neck with his fingers: "Okay slave, it's time to work after the rest."

The place on the neck that was touched was icy cold, but the feeling was fleeting. Jiang Zhaonian touched the skin with his hands, but did not notice any abnormalities.

"Since you left the thing in the forest, go and get it back now, I need it urgently." The mage said, stuffing milk into his arms, "Take this with you on the way, or you will be paralyzed again with your physical strength." In the middle of the way, delay my business."

Listening, Jiang Zhaonian breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he is not asked to finish the bottle now, everything will be fine.

"Bring the lantern at the door when you leave. Also, I advise you not to think about running away. You have been marked as a slave by me. You will not be free to move around until I lift it or the end of winter." Mage Squeeze the part of his neck that was touched, and straighten up, "I have limited the scope of action to the forest, you must go and return quickly, don't force me to use magic to drag you back."

"Okay, if you need me to do this." Jiang Zhaonian said dryly, and stood up, "Then I...shall I leave now?"

The mage just said: "When you come back, put the things at the door of my studio."

Jiang Zhaonian understood what he meant, shrugged, got up and walked out of the courtyard.

Sure enough, he saw a lantern by the door, a blue magic flame quietly burning in the transparent cover.

Jiang Zhaonian entered the forest with a lamp on. The magic lamp was quite bright, but the blue light shone in the dark woods, making the atmosphere a bit weird.

He silently carried the core values ​​on his back, and walked to the place where the "tribute" was lost.Finally having the space to "be alone", Jiang Zhaonian began to sort out the excessive information he had just received.

In fact, this suspected game world confuses him, especially the system interface in front of him, where various values ​​are visualized and presented in front of him. In any case, it should not be the real world he is familiar with.

There are also villagers and mages, who sometimes seem to be tool people driven by programs, and sometimes show a little bit of cunning and real personality.

This feeling between reality and fantasy makes Jiang Zhaonian always feel that there is a layer of separation when experiencing this world.Just like Mr. Master called him a "slave" before, and even treated him like a slave, Jiang Zhaonian couldn't feel angry at all, because to him, it was just going through a plot and taking on the next task That's all.

However, the forest in front of him is a bit too real. Even though he is silently carrying the core values, Jiang Zhaonian's hair still stands up unconsciously.

This reminded him that no matter whether the world in front of him is real or fake, for him who entered this world, it has become relatively real.

Live seriously, cherish your life, and don't try to die.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhaonian took a sip of milk while walking, and soon rushed back to a cart of "gifts"... er, next to the tribute.

He looked at the pile of objects that symbolized the weird relationship between the villagers and the mage, recalled the mage told him to "go early and return early" and "limit the scope to the forest", and his desire to explore suddenly rose.

His eyes gradually went blank, his fingers rubbed the body of the milk bottle, and after thinking for a moment, he felt that with this bottle of supplies, the plan of testing was completely feasible.

The idea of ​​"don't play dead" was easily forgotten, Jiang Zhaonian ignored the mage's warning and walked towards the edge of the forest.

He wanted to see what would happen if he tried to leave the forest.

But soon after, Jiang Zhaonian regretted it.

Not at the moment of reaching the edge of the forest, although something did happen when he tried to leave the forest:

There was a sudden chill on the side of his neck, and an ice-blue chain appeared from the void for a moment, holding him tightly, and disappeared again when Jiang Zhaonian retreated.

But the chill it brought lingered on the side of the neck for a long time, and the cold feeling penetrated into the bone marrow, and then pierced densely from the bone seams, piercing into the flesh, sore, painful and cold, and there was nowhere to hide.

The uncomfortable feeling lasted for about 5 minutes before disappearing, and Jiang Zhaonian gradually recovered.He shook his head, it seems that the restrictions are real and cannot be violated, but trying to violate them will not bring too severe damage.

After getting the result, Jiang Zhaonian was ready to go back, he didn't want to experience the feeling of being dragged back by magic.

And it was on the way back that Jiang Zhaonian deeply experienced what regret is...

It is not easy to travel, and the physical exertion is very heavy, Jiang Zhaonian basically has to drink a sip of milk when he walks a few steps.

So gradually, a certain basic need that had subsided slowly rose again.

Jiang Zhaonian: ...This setting is somewhat malicious.

He hesitated between speeding up and going back to the bathroom earlier, and slowing down to reduce physical exertion and drink less milk.

Before Jiang Zhaonian weighed the pros and cons, a white shadow looming in the forest helped him make a decision.

Seeing Bai Ying in the corner of his eye for the first time, Jiang Zhaonian thought it was dizziness and didn't pay attention.

But soon, the white shadow flashed out from behind the trees again, and the distance was much closer than the first time.

A coolness seeped from behind Jiang Zhaonian, he stopped and looked at the direction of the white shadow.

Sure enough, a few seconds later, at a closer distance, Bai Ying appeared again... Ghost! ! !

The core values ​​of socialism are not working anymore, Jiang Zhaonian let out a scream, lifted the cart and started running at the fastest speed.

The sense of fear greatly enhanced the desire for "convenience". Jiang Zhaonian gritted his teeth and endured it. When he was working hard, his physical strength issued an alarm again.

He slowed down slightly, Shiro Shadow immediately closed the distance.

Jiang Zhaonian had no choice but to tighten his scalp and gulp down a big gulp of milk, push the car up and run away, and gulp another gulp of milk...

He was about to burst into tears. If he hadn't run around desperately just now, he might have returned to the small courtyard soon!

Who would put themselves in such a situation?Who else but idiots? !

I'm a big fool! ! !

Fortunately, that unknown white shadow was not very fast, Jiang Zhaonian staggered and ran all the way, but was not caught up.

When he saw the master's courtyard again, Jiang Zhaonian was so moved that he was about to cry. Like a swallow returning to its nest, he rushed towards the open front door.

Almost ran into a figure in the yard.

Jiang Zhaonian slammed on the brakes, but when he saw the figure clearly, the hairs all over his body stood on end.

It was an ice sculpture, a lifelike human ice sculpture.

The active one was still smiling at him charmingly.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Jiang Zhaonian raised the lantern and threw it at it, threw the ice sculpture to the side, broke it into pieces, and ran towards the house with tears in his eyes.

The door of the side room was opened, and the mage walked out impatiently, seeing the shattered ice sculpture's complexion change.

Jiang Zhaonian didn't give him a chance to say anything. For the first time, he felt that the sorcerer's cold and hard face was so gentle and cute. He rushed to the sorcerer's side in three or two steps at a speed beyond the limit of his physical strength, and grabbed his clothes tightly. Horn hid behind him.

"Mr. Lifesaver, there are ghosts, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

"That's not a ghost."

"Woooooooooooooo what...?"

"That's the magic item that I worked so hard to make tonight." The mage gritted his teeth and said every word.

Jiang Zhaonian's voice was choked, his face was calm, and his fingers tremblingly loosened the corner of Mr. Master's clothes.