I'm a god in the infinite game

Guy on the stage used his hands to form a microphone, laughed and booed loudly: "Bai Liu! Promise him!"

"This nice guy just borrowed a wedding dress from me!" Guy laughed so hard that tears almost came out, "I didn't borrow it, I just gave him the veil, and he looked drunk, and after borrowing the veil, he came to grab it My wedding dress, almost tore the wedding dress on me!"

Alex raised his head suddenly, he hugged Guy's waist in a daze, and looked around seriously: "—Where is the good guy who wants to tear Guy's wedding dress!"

Guy's smile grew brighter, and he leaned down and kissed Alex.

Drunk Alex got this kiss and fell silent. Guy raised his eyes and looked at Bai Liu with shining eyes, full of sincere tenderness and blessings.

"Promise him, Bai Liu, you really love each other."

Guy's happy smile hides a very shallow layer of sadness:

"Don't wait until your lover dies to mourn him. Every moment you spend together is as precious as gold."

Spade knelt on the ground, raised her head and held up her bouquet of flowers, waiting persistently for Bai Liu's answer.

The surrounding crowd jumped around them meaninglessly, waving, and opened bottles of champagne with shrill smiles. The sweet and intoxicating bubbles of sparkling wine flew all over the room, and countless fireworks fell slowly from the roof. The golden fragments, the laughter outside the window resounded through the night sky.

A few shiny little splinters fell from Spade's hair.

Bai Liu lowered his eyes, he stretched out his hand to gently remove these fragments, and then brushed away the hair on Spade's forehead.

The eyes under Spade's hair are black and pure, reflecting Bai Liu's shadow cleanly and completely, as if only Bai Liu can be seen in this extremely noisy world.

"Will you marry me?" Spade asked earnestly, he raised the bouquet almost to the bottom of Bai Liu's nose.

Bai Liu parted his lips. He had a lot to say and ask.

Hesitating to speak is a rare and impossible thing for him, but it happened at this moment.

Because the person he wanted to ask couldn't remember anything, didn't understand anything, even sometimes Bai Liu wasn't sure that the person who lost his memory was Tavel in his memory.

They look so different.

But Spade always gives Bai Liu a... unspeakable sense of familiarity, letting him know that Spade is that person.

Edmund, an NPC from the previous game, told Bai Liu that human beings are not containers made of memory and flesh | there is something higher than this level that exists in everyone, distinguishing them from monsters that are exactly the same as themselves.

This thing is love.

So even if a person's body and memory are completely different, love still exists.

Bai Liu didn't believe this statement, but he didn't understand why Spade could find himself out of so many [Bai Liu].

I don't understand where his desire to impulsively accept the bouquet comes from.

Obviously this is just a game.

Bai Liu calmly looked down at Spades kneeling on the ground, and asked, "Why do you want to marry me?"

Spades said, "I hope you don't hate me."

Bai Liu easily understood the logic of spades, his eyes were half closed: "...why don't you want me to hate you?"

"There are so many players who hate you, do you want to marry each of them so that they don't hate you?"

Spade paused, he frowned and shook his head: "They have always hated and feared me."

"I don't want to marry them."

Bai Liu asked calmly: "If you want to marry someone who hates you, why don't you choose someone else?"

"They are afraid of you, so they can easily agree to your request, and they won't fight you all the time like me, or even hurt you over and over again."

Bai Liu's long eyelashes drooped, and her voice was so soft that she could hardly hear it: "...I have never been your best choice."

"I've been...killing you."

"You never killed me." Spade looked directly at him, "If one day I die, it must be my choice to die."

Bai Liu's breathing slowed down: "...so many choices, why did you choose me?"

—Even if you die twice for me, you still choose me.

Bai Liu was reflected in Spade's eyes, and his tone was flat but serious: "Because you are different from everyone else."

Bai Liu asked: "What's the difference?"

Spades pondered for a long time before giving the answer: "They can hate me, but I don't want you to hate me."

Bai Liu was quiet for a long time, then he chuckled lightly, and raised his eyes: "Why can't I hate you?"

Spade was silent for a while: "...I don't know, I just don't want you to hate me."

The expression on Bai Liu's face subconsciously softened: "It's just like I hate you, there is no reason, is there?"

Spade lowered his voice as if a little depressed: "...um."

"Promise him! Promise him! Promise him!"

The booing became louder and louder, and the shouts of the red-faced soldiers seemed to be threatening Bai Liu, but they laughed heartily, with a look full of anticipation, longing to see the second couple. The expression waited for Bai Liu to speak.

"Spades, people don't marry people they hate." Bai Liu said softly, "This doesn't conform to the logic of normal people."

Spade knelt motionless, as if he had fallen into a strange whirlpool of thinking because the logic of the proposal was destroyed.

According to his thinking, two people who hate each other can get married, and then end their hatred for each other through marriage, but Bai Liu's causal relationship is reversed, which makes Spade stop in place.

This is not the same as he thought.

Bai Liu's eyes fell on the bouquet in Spade's hand, and he seemed to be talking to himself: "But you and I are both drunk now."

"So we can do something illogical."

Bai Liu reached out to take the bouquet from Spade's hand, and smiled at Spade who hadn't reacted yet:

"I am willing."

Guy stuffed his index finger and thumb into his mouth, laughing maniacally and whistling indistinctly: "——now the groom can kiss the groom!"

Holding a bouquet of flowers, Bai Liu slowly walked into Spades. He slightly tilted his head and raised his head as if he was going to kiss him actively, looking intently into Spades' eyes.

The colorful golden fireworks fell from their heads, and people from strange countries they didn’t know held empty beer bottles and knocked on each other chaotically, shaking their heads and playing the beat of the wedding march. On the dimly lit bar in the distance, A man in a wedding dress and a drunk groom are kissing passionately.

Before the moment Bai Liu jumped off the plane, he had never fantasized about getting married.

But at that moment, he had thought about it.

Bai Liu thought that the wedding scene imagined by his monster should be grotesque, weird, and unattended, but the strange thing is that the wedding he imagined with Tavel is like what all normal people in this world yearn for like that.

Tasteful, hilarious, with a horde of strangers with whom they have only the slightest connection to witness, and then they make the same stereotyped promise to each other over a loud background soundtrack - that we'll be together forever, until death do us part.

Till death do us part.

Bai Liu thought that after that, after he found Tavel... maybe he could try to accept a wedding.

Now he did get it, although it didn't seem to be the same as he imagined.

It's like this every time, there seems to be endless bad luck on his body, and then that person, that person will always try his best, as if he wants to take advantage of the loopholes of the whole world, and use all kinds of weird ways to get Bai Liu to want him. brought him back.

——Storybooks that were damaged and then pasted together, a long, thin ghost doll without a face.

wedding after parting.

This person has been comforting him clumsily, giving Bai Liu the most wanted gift to make him happy.

Even if the price of this gift is to sacrifice his own life.

Soothing background music was played in the tavern, and everyone hugged each other and danced in twos and twos. The lights dimmed, and only faint light and shadow could be seen.

Bai Liu wrapped Spade's back neck and pressed against his chin, blinking her eyes slightly.

The spade on the back of the neck was held by the white willow, and he looked back with difficulty to see the movements of Guy and Alex who were hugging each other in the center of the dance floor—he had never been married, and he needed a template to learn after marriage.

Guy rocked his arms around Alex's shoulders, they were kissing non-stop, and Alex's hand was already under the hem of Guy's wedding dress.

Spade's eyes flicked back and forth between Guy and Bai Liu, and then pressed against Bai Liu's ear and asked hesitantly: "——Am I going to kiss you now?"

He still remembered the incident where he casually kissed Bai Liu and made this person angry, so he asked in advance this time.

"People don't kiss people they hate, Spades." Bai Liu replied to Spades softly without looking up.

"But we're married." Spade replied very confidently, "Married people should kiss each other."

Spade felt that Bai Liu, who was on her shoulder, smiled lightly.

Then Bai Liu said: "Didn't you ask how long I will hate you?"

Spade quickly asked: "How long?"

Bai Liu raised his head, there was a layer of rippling luster in his eyes, the smile on his face was pure and clear, with a bit of naughtiness that was not well hidden.

"—forever, I will always hate you."

Spade stopped all movement, he tried to justify: "We are married, we should kiss, if you hate me, you can't kiss-" I.

With Bai Liu's eyes downcast, he pulled Spades down, closed his eyes and kissed her.

After the kiss, Spades stared at Bai Liu: "You said you hated me, but you kissed me again."

This is too contradictory, Spade can't understand such a thing, he is confused and depressed: "Why are you doing this?"

"Because I'm drunk." Bai Liu didn't close his eyes this time, and kissed Spades again, "—I can marry and kiss people I hate when I'm drunk."

He kissed and closed his eyes calmly.

"I am willing to be with the person I hate forever, until death do us part again."

The author has something to say:

6 very talkative when drunk ()

But it's not necessarily waking up ()