Ninefold Deception and One Side Lie [Unlimited]

【Let him die, as long as he dies voluntarily, everything will end—】

Qi Mou heard the system's vicious and undulating tone.

The others should have heard it too, and they all smacked their lips silently.

Qi Mou chuckled softly: "System A, you finally told me the truth, I should thank you."

【hehe.Qi, seek. 】

"It's impolite to read someone's name straight, you should call me a fraud."

【. 】

"Call me a fraud."

System A doesn't reply anymore.

Qi Mou regained his composure, turned around and returned to Xuezi.

Yan Bushi was looking down at Xuezi with a stinky face, and Xuezi also stared at him with wide eyes. The two had been looking at each other for a long time.

Why does it smell like a stepmother and a child?

Qi Mou secretly cursed in his heart, then squatted down and said to Xuezi: "Daddy wants to go home, can you help me?"

Xuezi's eyes lit up: "Okay, as long as it's what Dad wants, I can do it."

Qi Mou turned his heels on the spot and let Xue Zi climb up on his back.

Xuezi obediently rushed forward, happily hugging Qi Mou's neck.

Qi Mou glanced sideways at Yan Bushi, grinned at the corner of his lips, and said with his mouth: "It's too heavy."

Yan Bushi raised his chin, and mouthed back: It deserves it.

A group of people took the snow child again and walked into the town.

Qi Mou didn't explain, just walked with Xuezi on his back, asking all the way: "Do you have a name?"

On the vast snowfield, there was the sound of the wind and the rustling of footsteps.

Two people, one big and one small, accompanied by the flying snow all over the sky, chatted irrelevantly.

Xuezi lay on Qi Mou's back, and said in a coquettish tone, "I don't have one, will Dad give me one?"

The sound of wind and snow blows rhythmically, as if singing a tune to a child.

There is only the stage in front of Qi Mou, and he knows that it is the place where everything ends.

So the footsteps did not stop.

"Spring." Qi Mou answered bluntly.

Xuezi didn't have any objection to the name, and nodded obediently: "Yes, Dad."

"Spring, do you want to eat candy?" Qi Mou asked with a light smile.

Xuezi put his cold face on his neck, as if he was greedy for the temperature here: "Father gives it, eat it."

"You have to wait for me to go out." Qi Mou lied to the child very unkindly, "I can buy you candy."

Trick him into voluntarily dying.

Xuezi is not a pure child, he can easily bite off Qi Mou's neck from this angle.

"Okay." But he just squinted his eyes happily, "What else is there, Dad?"

Entering the town, the residents who broke through the huge wall looked at them angrily.

"Story books, picture books." Qi Mou looked ahead, still walking forward, "There are also children's festivals."

The residents were all afraid of the thing that Qi Mou carried on his back, so they didn't get close, they lined up in two rows, and they didn't dare to make a sound.

"What is a storybook, and what is a picture book?" Xuezi frowned and smiled, "Does it look good?"

"It's beautiful, there are many children watching it with you, you will like it very much, Little Spring."

The winter wind, the flow seems to slow down.

"Well, Dad, it's done."

Qi Mou stood on the stage, put Xue Zizi down, finally rubbed his ice-like head, and said, "So you want to help me fulfill my wish?"

"Okay." Xuezi blinked and rubbed Qi Mou's palm affectionately.

In an instant, everything that Qi Mou saw disappeared.

He touched the snow child's face, but touched a little water.Where did it flow from?

The roaring wind gradually died down, and Qi Mou watched the snow child become very small, very small.

But she didn't leave, but clinging to his palm, gradually melting into his palm.

The last thing that disappeared was the little finger that was still resting on the side of his palm.

Qi Mou gently pulled it with his little finger.

Pull the hook, it's an agreement.

Spring is gone, spring is here.

The ice and snow all over the city are slowly evaporating under the warm spring sun, which may not be able to completely wipe away the imprint of winter.

But on the dilapidated stage, a flower bloomed.

It is a small flower made of ice.

It is too far-fetched to say that it is a flower, some of it are more like thorns made up of several pieces of broken ice, tied on a solitary ice pole.

Xuezi said that he didn't know what flowers looked like, perhaps, this was the beauty created by his exhausted imagination.

It has no fragrance, and it is not soft, but it belongs to the lonely winter, the blizzard and snow.

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The wind and snow stopped, the foggy white sky broke through a gap, and the sun shone on the earth.

The residents cheered and knelt down to thank Qi Mou.

Qi Mou picked up the little ice flower, walked off the stage step by step, and went to find his companion.

They are also waiting for him.

When passing by Yan Bushi, Qi Mou heard: "Does your conscience ache?"

Qi Mou smiled like a wicked fox, turned his head and replied: "I have no conscience. Let's go, go back."

[The dungeon has been cleared, you can leave at any time, it will be forcibly closed after ten hours of countdown. 】

The light door was lit not far away, but everyone bypassed it in unison and walked towards the furnace.

【Ah. 】

The furnace had collapsed into a field of debris and powder, crushed under the weight of huge stones.

Memory stood there motionless, neither moved the stone nor left.

The remaining wind and snow blew lonely for a while, and all of them fell to the ground.

Who moved first, it was memory.He made his way to the church, where they had taken refuge for days.

Everyone followed, and they walked in unison in silence.

The church has become very lively these days, with pots, bowls, rags, cotton, biscuits and fruits, everything is available.

Although the conditions are difficult, there are so many people together, which can be regarded as happiness and satisfaction.

[After counting down for nine hours, close the dungeon channel. 】

Everyone sat in a circle, staring at each other.

Qi Mou spoke first: "I'm hungry."

The atmosphere of silence was finally broken, and the atmosphere suddenly became a little more relaxed.

Si Si looked up: "Beef hot pot, do you still want to eat?"

...but it seems that the person who would have been the first to complain about hunger is gone.

Memory whispered, "Well, let's eat."

Qi Mou and Yan Bushi went to fetch water from the hardened glaciers and put it on the pot.

Sisi, Quest and the dancer went out to beat cattle and chop meat.

Drama went to the residents' homes to sweep up seasonings and rice noodles.

Memory and resurrection to gather firewood and light the heat source.

Seeing Yan Buzhi scooping up water fiercely, splashing half of his body, Qi Mou kindly reminded: "Go out and be careful of hospitalization."

Yan Bushi pointed to Qi Mou's right hand: "You are the one who will be hospitalized."

Qi Mou shook his arms helplessly: "If it is abolished, it will be abolished, and this is not the first time."

"Who will take care of you." Yan Bushi muttered, scooped up water, and poked Qi Mou's heart with his hand, "Who will take care of you?"

"Whoever wants to take care of who will take care of, someone will always look at me pitifully." Qi Mou was very shameless.

Yan Bushi quickly read a few words with his lips, but Qi Mou didn't see them clearly, but they must be scolding him.

Back in the center of the church, everyone took their trophies and went to the pot to their heart's content.

[The countdown is eight hours. 】

The hot pot was cooked very quickly, and it was cooked again and again. No one wanted to eat it, but started talking nonsense instead.

Drama rolled up his sleeves: "I want to have a good meal when I go out, and I want to eat hot pot from Riri Gu's house."

Ririgu is the most famous hotpot chain store in Bafang World. It has good service, good ingredients, and good seasoning. There is also pigeon meat hotpot, but it is a bit expensive, with an average consumption of [-] yuan per person.

Si Si sighed: "It's too extravagant."

"I'm treating you." Qi Mou raised his chin.

Si Si: "...you might as well settle my salary."

Qi Mou's face turned cold: "We are all brothers, what kind of money are we talking about, it's my intention to treat guests."

"Okay, okay." Sisi instantly surrendered without a bottom line.

Yan Bushi said quietly: "He doesn't have any money like me now, and he doesn't have any medical expenses."

Qi Mou patted Yan Bushi's shoulder with a smile: "Then please."

Yan Bushi lowered his eyelids and stared at him: "..."

[The countdown is seven hours. 】

The fire was not filled, the hot pot was cold, and the smell of beef had lingered in everyone's nose several times, but no one ate it.

Sisi lit the fire again to heat up the meat.

[The countdown is six hours. 】

The hot pot is cold and hot.

Snow Demon Ape wants to steal beef, but is kicked away by the dancing girl.

[The countdown is one hour. 】

The hot pot is cold and hot.

[Countdown for half an hour. 】

Maybe it's because spring has just arrived, but the night wind is still very cold.

Several people huddled together, relying on a pot of beef hot pot to keep warm.

They are still waiting, waiting for their friends to come back.

[Countdown 10 minutes]

Qi Mou put the sleeping Yan Bushi's head on his shoulder, moved it to the collarbone, looked at the memory and said, "Tell me about your fiancée?"

The memory finally brought out a smile: "Her name is Wei Yu. On the day we met, she took me in with a transparent umbrella."

"I heard from Wei Rong that he recommended you." Qi Mou said.

The memory of the forehead: "Yes. He took a pink umbrella that day. I don't want to fight with him, but I would rather be poured..."

"Is this the dignity of a straight man?" Drama smiled lightly.

Si Si was curious: "Which Wei? It's as if they are siblings."

Memory: "Wei Rong is the guard's Wei, and my fiancee is the female ghost's Wei."

Qi Mou was surprised: "Listen, female ghost, don't think so in your heart."

"She's fierce...a little bit." Memory blushed a little, and rubbed her hands by mistake, "It's...beautiful, no, cute, and very capable."

Drama winked: "Brother, to be honest, are you women attacking men?"

Memory looked like you were too outrageous, and said firmly, "No."

Everyone was skeptical, but somehow they laughed.

Memory smile: "I used to firmly believe that 'there is no love in the world of all directions'. After meeting her, it will be really sweet anyway."

Qi Mou seriously echoed: "What a coincidence, I also firmly believe it now."

Yan Bushi, who was half asleep and half awake, muttered, "It's so fragrant... Gululu zzzzz." It seemed that he was hitting someone in the face.

Someone's face didn't change, as if he didn't hear it, but he burst out laughing.

"I won't be able to talk about it for a while longer, because I love her very much." The memory of this big warm man actually had dimples on his face, "Even in the world of eight directions, I want to be a lifelong love partner."

Everyone sighed silently and were jealous.Everyone talks about being lonely and widowed, but who doesn't smell good when love comes?

[Countdown 1 minutes. 】

No one spoke again.

Some people closed their eyes, some looked outside the door, all eight hearts were praying.

click -

Click.

The door is slightly opened.

No one's eyes were fixed on the past, and everyone's hands were shaking.

However, it seemed that it was just a little snow blown in by the wind.

The snow falls silently, but it presses heavily on people's hearts, trying to crush hope.

……

[Count down ten seconds. 】

No one moves, no one leaves, we must stick to it until the last second.

At this moment, the door was mostly pushed open, and snow like light smoke came in.

They hear a voice.

"elder brother."

"I have to come to your wedding."

The big boy with a handsome face stumbled in, with an ice earring hanging on his ear, most of his body was burned, and there was a scar at the corner of his eye, but his smile was sincere.

There is still a handful of snow above my head, I am afraid it will be the last pile of snowflakes this winter.

"Wei Rong..."

Memory trembled and stood up, and everyone stood up straight, and the heartbeat sounded like a drum in this empty church.

They looked at each other from a distance, and the aroma of the beef hot pot was still wafting, welcoming the returnees.

May all the waiting be repaid in a snowy night.

The author has something to say: two more, and one more.This volume also has a book and a wedding part~