Escape BOSS is always fattening me [Infinite Stream]

Wei Liao paused for a moment.

He raised his head, carefully outlined the small expression on Chen Nian's face with his eyes, and at the same time raised his legs and walked towards the shore amidst the spreading water patterns.

Following the young man's exclamation, Wei Liao had already taken the other party's knees and hugged him in his arms.

Chen Nian had already prepared for the feeling of being stuck to his body by the other party's moisture-absorbed robe and long hair, but he was surprised to find that all the water vapor turned into countless mist and drifted away the moment the man left the water.

He poked his head out of Wei Liao's shoulder and looked back, seeing the spring water that was getting farther and farther away from him, then rubbed Wei Liao's face, and asked quietly: "What were you doing just now?"

Bending down to avoid the branches blocking the way, the clothes of the two kept overlapping.

"Fishing for the moon," he replied.

Chen Nian was silent for a while, but he held Wei Liao's shoulder, looked at the man's profile, and seemed to be seriously considering whether his words were true or not.

The young man frowned and said word by word: "After this copy is over, you must go back and check your own code carefully."

Wei Liao raised his eyebrows and pressed Chen Nian's back, but replied: "There is no chance."

"This is the last dungeon."

"Oh." Chen Nian grabbed the long hair that fell in front of him, and began to braid it for others, while asking without looking away, "Then did you catch the moon?"

His words were just used to stagger the topic.

Unexpectedly, Wei Liao turned him upside down and whispered in his ear.

"Got it."

And the moon is now in my arms.

After Chen Nian was brought back to the room, he took off his outer robe and stuffed it back into the quilt, he grabbed the quilt that covered his nose, and looked at Wei Liao who was lying beside him with dark eyes.

I'm afraid that people will leave again.

Wei Liao raised his hand to extinguish the candle, and when he turned around, he saw Chen Nian's hesitant little face.

"Do you want to go to the night market tomorrow?"

The man's voice was low and soft. He and Chen Nian faced each other and coaxed, "You can also guess lantern riddles and release river lanterns. There are many snacks on the street."

Everything in the dungeon is now under his control.

It doesn't matter if Chen Nian doesn't want to go, he can fabricate countless scenes for young people, and there is always one that will satisfy people.

But this suggestion fell on Chen Nian's ears.

Immediately let him remember the comforting activities of the protagonists in TV dramas on the eve of parting with others.

In addition, Chen Nian always thought that Fang Li's settlement plan included all the codes in the game, so he was not sure whether Wei Liao would be able to survive after everything was over.

"I don't want to go." He muffled, "I just want you not to go."

He wanted to say this for a long time.

Now, with the idea of ​​breaking the jar, he planned to speak up.

"Fang Li and the others are studying this dungeon." He bit his lip and acted like a little traitor, wanting to tell the other party everything he knew. "In a few days, this game will be completely destroyed."

"Including you."

His voice was low and frustrated, "But I don't want you to disappear."

Afterwards, the young man hesitated for a moment, then added as if making up his mind: "So, can you run away quietly?"

Wei Liao opened his hands and pressed the other party's hair, and he wrapped the hair in his hands, "I know."

The mist in his eyes froze with his master, Chen Nian blinked, and forced back his tears.

Intertwining the hands with entangled hair with the fingertips of the other party, Wei Liao's words were like a powerful tranquilizer, which made Chen Nian's whole mind sober.

"So are you still going to the night market?"

He heard the man ask again, but at this moment Chen Nian changed his previous distress and gave Wei Liao a fierce look.

"I'm not going out with you big liar."

He turned his back to Wei Liao in a noble and cold manner, but he gritted his small white teeth behind his back, and wrote another note to Wei Liao.

He understood why Wei Liao was so nonchalant before.

Feelings are seeing yourself as a play.

This big badass.

Wei Liao here is still trying to coax the angry little lady.

In the research institute, Du Heng collapsed on the sofa.

"I should have asked Wei Liao to bring me into the game." He said while laying on his corpse, "I'd rather be a light bulb than face the code that was tampered with by An Heming overnight."

Fang Li, who pushed the door open, just heard the second half of the sentence. She jumped over and covered his face with gloves, then packed her things and sat down with Fang Mu in front of the monitor with the computer in her arms.

Sheng Weiming briefly reported the situation of the past few days to the two of them.

At this time, Du Heng also scratched his head and walked over, adding a few words from time to time along with his report.

Because of the arrival of the team members of the research institute, the four of them immediately started to implement the plan in an orderly manner according to the plan made earlier.

The rest of the mutated codes have been captured and destroyed.

Now there is only the last one, which is also the most difficult one.

"An Heming's learning ability is extremely terrifying." Fang Li pinched the bridge of his nose and said, "The index we set was too high."

The original intention of game production was just to take the opportunity to study the diversified development of virtual AI and the degree of achievability, but no one thought that such a parameter added unintentionally caused unexpected changes in the entire chain structure behind .

"That's right." Sheng Weiming propped his head and sighed, "I think this game was developed here a few years ago, but now we are sitting here to destroy it."

The rest of the people smiled helplessly at this.

But although they have a lot of emotion in their hearts, they are not sloppy at all in actual actions.

It's time for this to end.

Fang Li looked at the gradually shrinking area on the screen, and suddenly thought of a question.

"What did Wei Liao say?"

Du Heng patted his head, typed the code with one hand and said, "He seems to agree."

In response, Fang Mu chuckled, "An expected answer."

They had another deal with Wei Liao before.

It was only proposed unilaterally by the research institute.

They can use brain waves to provide Wei Liao with a body.

But as a reward, the other party must join a scientific research institute and serve as an experimental subject for their research within three years.

Once the three-year period is over, it is up to him to stay or stay.

From the very beginning, Fang Li seemed to have the chance to win. She knew that according to Wei Liao's character, he would not compromise easily, but now he has a weakness.

The girl was humming a brisk tune, and she had already begun to virtually write the first draft of the application form to be submitted to the top in her mind.

The clock on the wall turned several times honestly.

After the night fell and was dispersed by the sun, the last few black and white terms happened to scroll on the huge screen in the house.

People in the room occasionally stood up and sat down, and the lunch boxes on the table were piled up with cold meals.

With the sound of the Enter key being pressed.

There was a sudden flicker on the big screen.

It seemed that a pair of hands erased the characters on it one by one, and then An Heming's figure gradually appeared on it.

He was still the same as before, with a gentle smile in Taohua's eyes.

The only remaining code formed a chair and table behind him. An Heming propped his chin and smiled politely at the four people on the other side of the screen.

Those two-way affectionate eyes were filled with a lot of sarcasm at the moment, his eyes fell on the tense faces of Fang Li and the others, and he said softly but in a low voice: "Meet you again."

"My dear . . . makers."

The author has something to say: the countdown to the end (serious face)

An Heming belonged to that kind of rebellious child. He didn't want to be restrained, so he resisted and wanted to control, but accidentally crossed the line.