I won again lying down today [Zhongyingmei]

In the case of not resisting or being very nervous, being brained is actually not a particularly scary thing.

At least for Ah Yan.

Even because of her absolute trust in Charles, she felt as if she had just had a long conversation with someone, and before even saying anything, Charles knew everything.

The young man with a gentle and beautiful appearance has a pair of beautiful and clear blue eyes. When he lowers his eyes and thinks about something, it looks like lake water, and also like a clear blue sky.

After he knew everything, he didn't speak, just exhaled lightly, stretched out his cool fingertips, and rubbed the corner of the table.

In the conscious world, his legs are in good condition and will not bring him any extra burden.

But maybe it was because of the long-term worry that he finally felt tired at the last moment. After recalling and sorting out all the information in his mind, he sat by himself and thought for a while.

Then he showed a very gentle smile to the little girl who was staring at him, touched her head, and said softly: "Eric's matter... Thank you for your hard work."

The little girl sat on her stomach, and didn't dare to disturb him when he was thinking. She just stared at him nervously and curiously, looking into his deep and clean eyes.

Compared with superheroes who are active in the public eye, mutants are obviously much more mysterious and low-key. Even if they exist like leaders, they are already well-known.

But in Ah Yan's eyes, all the knowledge about Charles is nothing more than: the principal of Xavier School is a very good and trustworthy person.

And he has a rare friendly and protective attitude towards humans.

Such a glorious and respectable person, listening to him thank you, the effect is no less than when you are studying, when a leading figure in the education field walks out of the book and shakes people's hands.

Ah Yan was stuttering all over, shaking his head like a willow leaf trembling in the wind, if the root system was not strong enough, it would have been blown away by the wind.

She wanted to say: "No, no, no...Professor, you are too polite, this is what I should do, Eric is actually very..."

She wanted to say that Eric was actually very good, but in the middle of speaking, she stopped suddenly.

This is like the teacher when facing the parents, trying his best to praise the other party's cub, but this is really against his will, and he can't help but choke.

In the end, he had no choice but to hesitate and said, "Don't worry, Eric's life is... pretty good."

Hearing her desire to hide it, Charles's originally too soft eye corners were even more curved, and he couldn't help laughing.

He has obviously learned about the current situation of his friend from the little girl's consciousness. To be honest, he is not without some curiosity while worrying.

After all, the Eric in the game setting and him in reality... are indeed somewhat different.

But he is obviously a very rational person who can distinguish between primary and secondary. After thinking about it, he just circled his fingers and coughed lowly over his lips.

In consciousness, a sober person is infinitely close to himself in reality. The young man's fluffy brown hair is slightly raised by the wind. He lowers his eyes, naturally quiet and gentle.

This dungeon is too difficult to play, and Ah Yan still has no clue, crying bitterly at the 2% progress.

At this time, I saw the professor in a thinking posture, and I didn't know what to do.

Although the progress is still firm and motionless, she always feels that it will break through itself in the next second and rise to the full scale.

Charles has an air of trust.

Thinking of this, Ah Yan didn't dare to speak anymore, and obediently lay on the side in a daze, letting him think of countermeasures, and fully displaying the dog-licking posture.

I don't know how long it has passed, Ah Yan's arms are sore, and he yawned for countless times. Suddenly, he heard the young man beside him smile slightly.

He seemed to think of something pleasant, and felt a little emotional. In the end, he transformed these complicated emotions into a smile that bloomed quietly in his pupils.

He said, "I seem to have thought of a way, but..."

He hesitated for a while before saying the latter sentence, as if a little embarrassed: "But I don't know if it will be useful."

……

In Charles' vision, if Eric became what he is today because of a memory error.

Then maybe you can try to return the real memory to him and expel the false memory, so that he may return to his original appearance.

Ah Yan thinks this idea is very good.

The professor's mental strength itself is the best in the same level. Since he said that he can try it, Ah Yan also thinks that it is basically possible.

However, the plan is well thought out, and Eric's whereabouts are still a problem.

He didn't like to go out in the first place, and since someone came to do the task, except for occasionally coming out when eating, he seemed to be even less fond of going out.

Especially on the first day, the angel was killed by the joint efforts of the devil and the ghost. At the dinner table in the morning, he looked at the two good brothers who seemed to be having a good time, but actually had their own thoughts, and left with a smile inexplicably.

He seemed to like watching this kind of cannibalism very much, but after watching it, he became very angry and very tired.

It was also at this time that Ah Yan knew.

In their eyes, the customs clearance condition Eric gave them [try to live] has long been understood by them as [we live, others must die].

Such a crazy and twisted idea.

Ah Yan didn't know how many people besides them understood Eric's words in this way, but from the perspective of a bystander, it was obviously not good.

This is especially true after knowing they belong to the player.

This world is too real, people live almost face to face, in the dungeon they can unscrupulously kill people for an idea, what about after going out?

I don't know if they can still accept themselves like this.

Out of a bit of reluctance, Ah Yan also acted to remind them that they might have regarded her as an NPC and treated her very well, but they didn't take it seriously.

Ah Yan didn't know what to say, so he often followed Charles.

She accidentally found out that her npc identity is still very intimidating, maybe it will make them afraid, knowing that he can't be provoked.

Things turned around on the third day.

I don't know what happened, the devil and the monster killed each other, and the monster killed the devil.

You know, they were inseparable brothers before.

Ah Yan was a little curious. At this time, the benefits of the NPC came out. She secretly asked Ulysses, and the butler told her that it was because of the witch, so she refused to say more.

The little girl glanced at the expressionless witch on the seat who was eating steak calmly, swallowed, and fell silent.

Fortunately, Eric seemed to have gotten the news and came to the restaurant for the first time.

He glanced at the empty seat that belonged to the devil, and then at the monster who obviously killed his good friend, but ate his meal as if nothing had happened.

A gentle smile slowly bloomed on the lips, and the lowered brows were full of coldness.

He just loves the cannibalism of betrayal in the monotony of day-to-day, and it's a lot of fun.

Charles seemed to be aware of it, his fingers holding the water glass paused slightly, and he looked over worriedly.

Eric noticed and didn't look at him, just raised his eyebrows and smiled sarcastically.

He raised his hand, touched the sharp wrist with protruding wrist bones, felt that there was nothing good about this farce, and wanted to leave.

A small force beside him grabbed the hem of his clothes.

At this time, the dinner was almost finished, and some people had already left. Those who were cowardly like human teenagers found Eric there and didn't come out at all.

With one or two remaining, Ah Yan glared at each other, showing fierce sharp canine teeth, and would usually not oppose her.

Soon there were only her, Eric, and Charles who was silent in the restaurant.

According to what Charles said, it takes time and cooperation to successfully transfer a memory to Eric.

Ah Yan doesn't know how to get Eric to cooperate for the time being, but the little girl has a clear plan to take up some of his time.

Seeing Eric looking over with doubtful eyes, Ah Yan slowly blushed. He was a little embarrassed at first, but after thinking about it, it was still a big deal, so he awkwardly pulled out a book from under the table.

She said solemnly: "Eric, I don't think my growing environment is very good."

As he spoke, he spread out the book, and pointed to the column of the growth environment on the "Compendium of Rose Growth" to show Eric.

Eric raised his eyebrows lightly, didn't say anything, actually stopped and read with a book in his hand.

Ah Yan covered her face with a slap and signaled the professor to come on, she was so ashamed that she was about to smoke.

She actually doesn't like people calling her a rose essence, because she will feel very ashamed, but there is no way, except for reading, when Eric is doing other things, it is difficult for people to concentrate on it.

At first, Eric was indeed reading the book seriously.

He really loves Little Rose, and he really thinks that Charles is a counterfeit, so he doesn't feel vigilant or worried.

Gradually, his movements of turning the pages of the book slowed down, and his complexion gradually became dark.

Someone was quietly, slowly, and clearly showing him something extremely false.

Some beautiful, bright, and full of tender memories.

Eric couldn't help laughing, he simply put down the book, folded his arms, and let these unreal pictures appear in front of him.

Of course he is not worried, and there is no need to avoid it, because these are all fake.

Ah Yan, however, looked happily at the progress bar that reached 60% in an instant, and his eyes were bent. If he didn't dare, he must jump on the table twice.

She was thinking that this method was good, and she could try it more in the future, but she was caught off guard when she heard Eric slap the table and sneered.

He raised his finger to the other side of the dining table, the blue-eyed young man who sat quietly without saying a word, his tone was cold, like ice.

He said, "Ulysses, throw him out of me, that treacherous Charles who dares to attack me with false things!"

Ah Yan: ...? ? ? ? ? ? ?

The author has something to say: This should be almost over, the next little prince, Rocky, blah blah blah! .,