I'm a god in the infinite game

The teacher stayed in place for a moment, trying to regain his sanity: "Today's lesson ends here."

"Recently? Apart from attending class, you have one more important thing to do." The teacher looked at all the sacrifices, and the expression on his face returned to normal, "The summer festival is coming. Before you are sent to the shrine, the sacrifices The grown-ups are all going to the boathouse to examine your pain."

"But you don't have to worry too much about the results of this test."

The teacher smiled kindly? Laughter?: "Except for Mrs. Xiao Kui, none of you should be able to reach the standard level of pain. After all, it's only the summer festival, and you have to wait until the winter festival at least to mature."

"Master sacrifices, you can go now." The teacher turned to look at Xiao Kui, the smile on his face became meaningful, "But Master Xiao Kui still wants to stay? Come on?"

"Based on your level of pain, this year's summer festival is completely enough? You can go on the altar."

"However, in order to maximize your pain, in the next few days, we will give you some extra special counseling, so that your pain can be exchanged for the maximum value of the Beiyuan family. desire."

The teacher stood in front of Xiaokui, with a weird smile on his face, looking down at Xiaokui:

"Miss Xiaokui is 16 years old, right? It's time to fall in love. Now? You already know what a beautiful love looks like."

"That's when it's time to taste the painful side of love."

"Tomorrow we will gather a group of [Master Princes], and Mrs. Xiaokui can act as a [Princess? Mrs.] to choose the object of your love."

The teacher smiled? Smiled: "They are all very good [Master Prince]."

"These [Master Prince] are the handsome servants that the Beiyuan family picked out from the houseboat, but they are about to freeze to death."

"The Beiyuan family rescued them from the cage, and told them that it was because of the kindness of Master Xiaokui that they saved them, so they admire you very much."

"They love you naturally, just like the Shiba Inu and dogs that Mrs. Xiaokui once loved. As long as you reach out, you can? easily get their love and loyalty to you."

"Of course you don't have to choose these [Master Prince]." The teacher leaned close to Xiaokui's ear, and smiled kindly twice, "At that time, we will be like disposing of the things you don't want on the ship. Cats are like dogs, get rid of these [Princes] who love you."

"I hope [Princess? Your Excellency] will not be so cruel."

The light in Xiaokui's eyes that had just stood up disappeared inch by inch. She lowered her head and said in a calm tone as if she had fallen into a well: "Okay, teacher."

"I will choose one carefully? [My Lord Prince]."

That night.

Xiaokui lay on the edge of the window sill with blank eyes, her long hair slipping down her shoulders.

Under the eaves of the attic, where her brother and the dog were once hanged, a "sunny doll" was hung, swaying back and forth in the night, the high attic windows couldn't even penetrate the moonlight, it was as dark as A towering coffin.

A little light appeared in the dark mountains and forests.

Xiaokui moved a bit? Her eyeballs and facial features that were originally stagnant suddenly moved? She snorted and said, "It's gone again."

Bai Liu carried a lantern and walked on the path between the mountains, approaching the top of the mountain.

Xiaokui moved a bit, she lay on her hands, folded her hands, looked at Bai Liu in a daze, and muttered to herself: "...this guy has survived until now?..."

"Does love really have such a magical power?"

Bai Liu walked to the entrance of the shrine, and soon there was a voice coming from inside.

The voice was a little eager, but it was still as clear and clean as before: "...I have been waiting for a long time, and I thought you would not come tonight."

"It turned out that it was just late."

"Did something happen to you?" Scheta asked softly. "Is it because you were late in the sacrificial class, or did today's class hurt you, and the way up the mountain was slow?"

Bai Liu, who was standing outside the door, still didn't speak.

Because of the quick approach to the door, Scheta was strangled by the silk thread and his breathing was a little short, and the blood flowed a little urgently. He looked down at his hand on the door valve that was about to be strangled with blood by the silk thread:

"Today, Bai Liu still won't come in to see me, and won't say a word to me, right?"

Scheta continued to walk towards the door, his hands gripped the edge of the wooden door, the silk threads on his wrists and ankles contracted and sank into his snow-white skin, blood flowed profusely, this tragic shape was as common as he was talking about The tone is very split:

"There are more and more threads on my body."

"God told me that this is the shackles of people's pain. The more sacrifices I receive and the more pain I experience, the pain of these sacrifices will become silk threads and wrap around me. "

"It's so strange." Scheta said in a puzzled tone, "I haven't even received the pain of the last sacrifice, but there are more and more silk threads on my body."

"Whose threads are these threads made of?"

Xieta looked down at the silk threads entwined around his body, and then raised his eyes to the wooden door: "Is it Bai Liu's pain?"

"But I obviously haven't seen Bai Liu since then, and Bai Liu didn't sacrifice your pain to me as a sacrifice. These threads shouldn't be made of your pain."

Translucent silk threads were generated out of thin air one by one, weaving into a sharp net and cutting into Scheta's face, the blood flowed down the jaw from the scar, Scheta seemed unaware of it, He calmly opened his eyes and looked at the wooden door, with a slightly confused tone:

"...Then these threads, if it's not Bai Liu's pain, whose pain is it?"

Scheta frowned slightly, and he raised his hand to cover his heart: "Why do these silk threads wrap around me only when you appear?"

Why is it that only the wounds caused by these silk threads make his heart feel extra? Painful?

Bai Liu still didn't speak.

It began to rain lightly in the forest, and the sound of the rain was pattering.

In the misty rain and mist, Xieta heard Bai Liu's footsteps turning and leaving, he couldn't help but took another step forward.

At the moment when Łsheta took that step, it seemed to respond to the sound, and immediately flew out from all directions. Countless transparent silk threads were tied to Łsheta's limbs and torso.

As Bai Liu's footsteps got farther and farther away, more and more silk threads wrapped around Scheta's body, almost turning him into a translucent cocoon that could only reveal his eyes.

Blood flowed from every wound on his body, instantly staining the floor red.

Scheta looked down at these silk threads—every time the white willow appeared or left, they would appear in dense numbers, trapping him here.

But the god had clearly said that these threads would only be formed if he felt the exact pain from the sacrifice.

So what are these threads...

The sound of Bai Liu's footsteps disappeared completely in the jungle. Xieta stood there in a daze. He stared at the wooden door suddenly, with an expression of disbelief for a moment.

... This time Bai Liu left, but he didn't fall asleep either.

He is still awake, and the silk thread has not disappeared, and he is the only one in the whole shrine.

Scheta lowered his eyelashes slowly. He looked at the blood-stained threads on his body, without any expression on his face.

——to keep him awake, to make him bruised...

Is it from? His own [pain].

In the penultimate rainy night of the upcoming summer festival, at the moment when the sacrifice left, the god who had no desires and desires produced [pain] for the first time.

So the dense [pain] makes God sleepless, traps God in the same place, and keeps God at the door, unwilling to leave.

The god persistently pulled the [pain] on his body close to the wooden door where the sacrifice left, just like this day after day, the god was sober, in the deepening pain, persistently waiting for the next sacrifice in the next night short coming.

——As if the gods were sacrificing their [pain] to the sacrifice.