Trash games kill me [holographic]

Because of Heng Dao's staggered step, Li Zhuling who was lying on his back slid out and was caught by Heng Dao's hand.He twitched half awake, murmured "Daddy" and fell asleep again.

An Zhengchu was taken aback: "Where did you hit—ah?" He realized what Hengdao said, and he was embarrassed, "Wh, what authority?" Is it the one he was thinking of?

Hengdao supported Li Zhuling, touched the bump on his forehead with the other hand, gritted his teeth and stared at him: "What do you think?" He hadn't suffered such a low-level injury since he was ten years old! !

An Zhengchu shrank his neck, and said, "But, before, Grandpa Zhang and the others didn't need to open any permission when they came here..."

"I'm not an NPC!" Heng Dao glared again.

An Zhengchu pointed at the bamboo wall that leaked air, and continued to defend: "This is a bamboo house..." It would fall down with one kick, and authority is still required?

This little idiot!Hengdao squeezed the space between his eyebrows: "My friend, this is a game, and the system is the largest. If the system says you can't enter, you can't enter." Before An Zhengchu could speak, he said in a low voice, "Click on the housing system and give me the permission. He pointed at himself, "Check my name, and click【Open House Permissions to This Friend】!"

Seeing him at first, Anzheng seemed to be annoyed, he hurriedly followed the instructions and frantically clicked on the system to complete the settings: "Okay, okay!"

Hengdao gave him a sideways look.

"It's really good!" An Zhengchu felt ashamed, pushed the bamboo door open a little, and retreated into the room himself, making way for him.

Only then did Hengdao walk in with Li Zhuling on his back.

The bamboo house is really simple.

Overhead is a thatched roof.Sunlight penetrates through the uneven bamboo walls, and light dust dances in the mottled light and shadow.

Even without windows, there is plenty of light inside.

There is not much furniture, only a bed, a stool and a table.The bed is two boards erected on a long wooden stool, with a pillow and a thin quilt on it.Tables and stools are made of wood.

There is also a door opening in the corner, with a patched cloth curtain hanging on it.

Hengdao took a few glances and walked to the bedside.

An Zhengchu hurriedly stretched out his hand to help support Li Zhuling, and the two lightly placed him on the bed.

The two of them kept talking on the private chat channel, Li Zhuling naturally slept soundly.Being put on the bed at this time, he frowned and sobbed twice, and continued to sleep deeply.

An Zhengchu tucked the thin blanket around him and sighed.

After putting down the child, Hengdao held his neck and twisted it, and stretched his muscles and bones again - after walking with the child on his back for so long, he was not tired at all.It's just that the child is too young, so he has to carefully hunched over his back. If he maintains this posture for too long, he is about to go numb.

An Zhengchu seemed to be able to hear the rattling sound of his bones.

Finally regaining his strength, Heng Dao turned to look at him: "Where is the water?"

An Zhengchu regained his senses and pointed to the door opening in the corner: "There is a bathroom in the yard, and there is a tub of water at the door of the bathroom."

Hengdao nodded: "Then I'll go." He strode over, lifted the curtain and got out.

An Zhengchu looked away, looked at the child on the bed, walked to the only wooden stool by the table and sat down.

Although he was also very hungry, but Hengdao was not there, and Li Zhuling was not awake, so he definitely couldn't eat by himself, so there was no harm in waiting.Anyway, when he returned to his home, his energy would slowly recover, there was no rush.

Sitting and waiting just doing this is boring, An Zhengchu looked at his tightly wrapped wounds, thought for a while, and began to untie the cloth strips.

The first thing he looked at was the wound on his thigh. As soon as the cloth strip was untied, he saw that there was only a deep red scar left on the wound, which was almost healed.

An Zhengchu heaved a sigh of relief, and quickly untied all the cloth strips from the other wounds. When he was done, he found that the novice coat on his body was torn with several holes—it was nonsense, everyone else was injured, and the clothes would not be in good condition.

He glanced at the attributes of the clothes——【Damaged Novice Armor Brown】

What about attributes? !An Zhengchu hurriedly looked at his attributes.

A glass of wine

Sex: Male

Faction Chinese Civilization

Grade 6

Life 724/1000

Intelligence 7

Constitution 1+2 (+1)

Dexterity 2+3 (+1)

Strength 1+2 (+1)

Hit 3+5 (+0)

Defense 1+2 (+0)

Energy 52/100

good and evil 0

Prestige 44

Weapon small medicine hoe (white)

Well, just now he thought it was because of the injury that the attribute points were lost, and it was because the attributes of the clothes were lost.

An Zhengchu sighed.Forget it, don't want to.

He took off his outer shirt resignedly, and looked at the white inner shirt that also had a few holes in it—well, no wonder the attributes were gone.

Taking out the needle and thread from the storage bag, An Zhengchu selected the brown thread of the same color as the shirt, pulled out a length, threaded it, tied it, cut it, turned the shirt over, and pinched the ripped place from the inside , twist the needle and begin to sew.

The sun shines into the house through the gaps in the bamboo wall.

It was quiet in the room.

An Zhengchu, who was wearing a white fitted underwear, lowered his eyes slightly, concentrating on mending the shirt in his hand, stitch by stitch, earnestly and calmly.

The light eyelashes are lit with broken light, the corners of the lips are slightly curved, and the slender fingers with well-defined bony joints are twisting the needle, stitching, threading, stitching, threading... The white sleeves are rolled up with his hands. Ups and downs, sliding from the wrist to the elbow, exposing the thin arm, and then falling back from the elbow to the wrist, even covering half of the back of the hand, making the twirling fingers more and more slender.

There should be a tree outside the bamboo house.

As the breeze blew by, the swaying branches and leaves instantly shattered the sunlight and poured in one after another.

Mottled light and shadow, light dust flying.

An Zhengchu, who was quietly mending, seemed to be covered with a halo, warm and clear.

As soon as Hengdao came in after washing, he had a panoramic view of the scene, and the hand that lifted the curtain stopped in mid-air, and he was stunned.

just like...

The ancient paintings from thousands of years ago are vividly displayed.

Then gently and slowly, it fell into the heart lake, disturbing a pool of spring water.

Heartbeat, suddenly accelerated.

Hengdao slowly slowed down his breathing, carefully retracted the hand that lifted the curtain, moved it towards the beating heart that was beating like thunder, and held it down, as if he was afraid that the heartbeat would be too loud and disturb the glass of dirty wine that was sewing.

He stared at the profile of a glass of dirty wine without blinking, and turned out all the pictures and details of the beginning of the two people's meeting in his mind...

After a while, he seemed to have made up his mind, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

An Zhengchu, who was concentrating on sewing, didn't realize it.

"Cough." Hengdao cleared his throat, breaking the silence of the room, "What are you doing?"

Suddenly a sound exploded in his ears, An Zhengchu was startled, his hand that was about to give the needle tilted, and he poked his finger straight through his clothes, he couldn't help hissing, and hastily pulled out the needle , the other hand was pulled out from under the clothes, and at a glance, there was indeed a bloody hole on the finger.

Hengdao was embarrassed immediately, and stepped forward: "Sorry, I didn't expect..."

An Zhengchu flicked his fingers, ignored the system prompts, and raised his head with a smile: "It's okay—" He just met his bare chest, his face froze, and he lowered his eyes subconsciously to dodge, "Why don't you put on your clothes?"

Although it took only a short while, Hengdao's wheat complexion, as well as his well-defined chest and abdomen, were all in sight——cough, what a good figure.I don't know if it is built-in or system-tuned.

Heng Dao didn't answer, he walked quickly to An Zhengchu, leaned forward, and grabbed his half-raised fingers.

An Zhengchu was taken aback, and struggled hastily: "What are you doing? I'm fine! It's just a needle!" The naked chest was brought directly under his nose, and he couldn't help his ears burning.This game is really...

The level 6 strength in Hengdao's hands was like catching chickens. He firmly grasped An Zhengchu's hand and looked at it, confirming that it was only two drops of blood oozing out, and he didn't even need medicine, so he let go. open him.

"Be careful. With your bloody skin, you will die after a few needles."

This person... still beat him up!An Zhengchu, who was already a little embarrassed, was a little annoyed when he came up: "If it weren't for your sudden sound, how would I poke myself?" He even stepped on his painful feet... Although his attributes are indeed rubbish.

Frustrated.

Hengdao looked at him with a wrong expression, and hurriedly apologized: "It's my fault, I didn't expect you to be so attentive and didn't hear my footsteps." Of course, let's not mention the matter of him subconsciously walking lightly.

An Zhengchu's temper was soft, and the slight irritation just now was fleeting. Seeing that he apologized, he naturally wouldn't hold on to it anymore, and instead asked about his clothes: "Where are your clothes?"

Heng Dao smiled, and pointed behind him: "I just threw the clothes into the water to rinse them, and now they are hanging outside." That's what the holographic simulation online game is good for.As long as it is taken out of the private house, it is placed by the player by default and will not be refreshed by the system.

Rinsing... and "hanging clothes"... An Zhengchu pursed his lips and chuckled.He originally spoke Hengdao's Mandarin well, except that the tone of voice was like that of a foreigner learning Chinese in his time, and his sentences and words were accurate, so he found out that he used it wrong.

Heng Dao saw him turning his face to the side, wondering what he was secretly happy about, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up: "You just—"

An Zhengchu just finished snickering and turned back: "Then you don't have any spare clothes?" It's not very good to be shirtless in front of him, this game is too real, he will be embarrassed.After all he...

Heng Dao shrugged, and retracted his question: "Of course, I just washed it, and I still have water on me."

An Zhengchu frowned: "This is a game."

Hengdao nodded: "The holographic online game is almost 100% restored!" So we have to wait for the water to dry.

An Zhengchu: ...well, he won.

Hengdao glanced at him, and said meaningfully: "Do you mind?"

An Zhengchu paused: "What do I care about?" The person who took off his clothes didn't mind, he... he just didn't want to look at it.While talking, he lowered his head, picked out the needle, grabbed the end of the thread and tied a knot, then brought the thread to his mouth and bit it off neatly.

This evasive gaze couldn't be more clear.Hengdao smiled: "Okay, since you mind, I'll put it on." It seems that the sexual orientation of a glass of dirty wine...

An Zhengchu ignored him, poked the needle into the coil, and put it in the storage bag.

Hengdao dug out an old piece of equipment, clicked [One-click Dress Up], and swiped it, and the clothes were put on neatly and neatly in an instant.

As soon as An Zhengchu picked up his clothes, he saw that he had already put on his clothes out of the corner of his eyes, and he was shocked: "You, why are you so fast?"

Hengdao: ...

His speechless expression made An Zhengchu a little guilty.Didn't he just ask about getting dressed?What is the problem?

Hengdao wiped his face, sat down on the table next to him, and said in a helpless tone, "Actually... is this your first time playing a game?"

"Ah?" An Zhengchu pursed his lips, "So what?"

"You don't even know the [One-click Dress Up] of game equipment, you—" He swallowed back the original words, "You used to wear them yourself?"

An Zhengchu scratched his chin: "Didn't you say...a full simulation?"

"No matter how imitated, the ability of the public must also be considered." Hengdao pointed to the clothes on his body, "How many people would wear such antique clothes?"

An Zhengchu nana: "Practice a few more times and you'll be fine..."

"This is a game." Heng Dao looked at him, "It is impossible for a game to allow players to spend two or three days learning how to wear clothes."

An Zhengchu: ...It seems to be the same.

Hengdao sighed: "Ajiu, how do you make money like this?" Not to mention knowing the trading rules and market demand in the game world, and even the basic gameplay of the game, what kind of professional gamer are you?

An Zhengchu wanted to sigh even more, but he was not familiar with Heng Dao after all, so he didn't want to discuss this topic with him anymore.His mind turned quickly, and he simply took out a basket of steamed buns from the storage bag, and leaned in front of him: "Stop talking about these spoiling topics. Are you hungry? Let's eat buns."

Hengdao: ...

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