God does not love the world [unlimited]

He Weiyou was about to cry.

He has stayed in God's Domain for more than a year, and he hasn't learned much. The frequency of shivering at night is increasing day by day.For example, now, even if his eyes are pitch black and he can't see anything, he can judge the composition of the thing that fell on his face based on his experience. The smell and touch are definitely high-purity blood.

The person next to him has been silent since he closed his mouth. He doesn't know whether the other person is awake or not, and he doesn't know whether he should remind him at this moment.Although he couldn't see his fingers, he was afraid of being seen by an unknown person who opened the lock and came in - judging from the fact that the person came over in this environment and didn't hit the door, the wall, or the table, the person's night vision ability was already abnormally good , or it was not a human being at all, but some kind of spiritual creature that could float through walls-no matter which option he would rather die on the spot.

Until a hand suddenly landed on his quilt.

The hairs of He Weiyou's whole body stood on end, his teeth were trembling, and he was thinking whether to wait for death or bite his tongue and kill himself on the spot, when that hand had already left the mattress and reached into the folded robes.

……Um?Um? ?

He Weiyou listened numbly to the sound of clothes rubbing against his ear, and the wind blowing overhead from time to time on his back.

Soon, the hand turned over something and finally retracted, and then the wind was blown towards the adjacent bed.

He Weiyou was counting sheep in his heart, two or three or four, and was stunned for several seconds when he heard the movement.

Next bed?

"Thief! Take your life!"

The shop clerk in the dark had just reached out to Shi Yu's bed, and before he even had time to touch Shi Yu's hair, there was a terrifying roar in his ear, which made his feet go limp on the spot, and when he knelt down, his knees hit him directly. There was a crisp click, and the pain was so painful that he almost bit off his tongue.

He Weiyou didn't even take the flashlight, and rushed towards the source of the sound, and then unexpectedly rushed towards a person.

The two rolled together in the dark, rolling over the straw on the ground, kicking up a cloud of choking dust.The shop clerk felt that his shattered kneecap had shifted when he knelt down, and finally couldn't help shouting: "Oh!"

He Weiyou sneered: "Who did I think it was, but it turned out to be the handyman in the shop. Aren't you very good at stealing things? Why can't you bear it now?"

The waiter in the shop relied on the darkness of the environment to see the other party, so he said stiffly: "Which eye of yours saw me stealing?!"

He Weiyou: "Then you came to other people's room in the middle of the night to give money?!"

【Grass. 】

[Co-author, is this fucking a black shop? 】

[Help, there is actually a black shop at the foot of the emperor in the capital, how bad is the law and order here? 】

[Probably because I heard that Shi Meiren and the others are foreigners, so I watched people download... Otherwise, I wouldn't be surprised if this country would be annexed tomorrow based on the management level of this country. 】

Xiaoer Dian obviously had a low IQ, so he opened his mouth subconsciously after the incident was revealed, allowing the other party to recognize his identity by his voice.Realizing that the matter had been exposed, he made up his mind to deny life and death, and suddenly tried hard to lift the person on his body, but the person on his body was like a weight, and he was so pressed that he couldn't move at all.

No matter what, He Weiyou had stayed in God's Domain for so long, how could ordinary people be able to contend with his strength, he was trying to find a place to knock him out, and then there was a scream in his ear.

Literally screaming.

It's like rubbing foam boards, iron spoons hitting porcelain bowls, human nails scraping glass, piercing from the eardrum all the way to the cerebral cortex.

He Weiyou only felt a buzzing in his head, and the movements of his hands unconsciously relaxed.

It was also at this time that a question that had been ignored by him came up again with unstoppable momentum: If it was really just the waiter who broke in who wanted to steal something, then what happened to the bloody smell he just smelled? ?

He broke out in a cold sweat, and the next moment his eyes were on fire.

The light that came from nowhere instantly illuminated the entire cellar, and the huge and distorted shadow suddenly expanded, and then the sharp part slammed down towards the ground!

The waiter was paralyzed on the ground: "Ah——!!"

He Weiyou's pupils shrank: "Shi Yu!"

【I rely on】

[Teacher Beauty——! ! ! 】

Shadows slammed down, dust kicked up, and straw flew everywhere.

The lights went out.

【? ? ? 】

[Where is Teacher Mei, all right? ? ? 】

[Why is there no sound... Could it be... No way? ? ? 】

[... Are you crazy?This is not the sub-camera of the next nine days. The live broadcast room is exclusive to the individual. If a person really dies, the live broadcast room will disappear immediately, okay? 】

The desolate dead silence seemed to have lasted for more than half a century, and it seemed that it was only for a moment, and there was a slight sound of rolling wheels in the air.

He Weiyou stared until his eyes became dry: "Shi Yu?"

Shi Yu hummed, stopped next to him with a lighter, knelt down and checked the waiter of the famous shop: "I've fainted from fright."

He Wei's voice was false: "Why do you..."

"what?"

He Wei opened and closed his mouth, but he still couldn't ask "Why didn't you die?" He thought about it, and simply changed the way of asking: "When did you wake up?"

Shi Yu found the stolen lamp oil bottle from the shop waiter: "When he first came in."

He Weiyou took back his bottle of lamp oil: "Then why didn't you make a sound then?"

Shi Yu returned to the wooden table, lit the lamp with the lighter, then pulled away the chair, took out a pen and paper from the bracelet, and turned to a blank page: "Look at what he did."

He Weiyou held back for a while, and only uttered one sentence: "I thought you weren't awake."

Shi Yu originally wanted to say something, but after a pause, he seemed to realize what the other person's trembling voice was, and explained, "I'm a light sleeper, and I'll wake up whenever there's a sound next to me."

He Wei remembered at this moment that in so many games in the past, Shi Yu has never had the experience of overturning due to "night attack". One of the analysis of him on the forum is that his perception of external stimuli is almost inferior called morbidity.

There was no rope in the cellar, so He Weiyou took a handful of straw, tied up the waiter and threw it into the corner: "Then did you see that black shadow just now?"

Shi Yu lowered his head to draw on the paper: "Yes."

He Wei subconsciously asked: "What is that?"

"Chongming."

"what?"

Shi Yu made the last stroke, tore off the white paper and handed it to him.

He Weiyou took it over.

There are large shadows on the paper, printed in a square and narrow room, the sharp beak, long tail, wings, and smooth feathers outline the dancing firelight.

He Weiyou does not understand painting, and the criterion for judging his technical level is the similarity between the finished picture and the photo.Logically speaking, according to his standards, this painting should be able to get close to full marks, but the key question is: "Is this a chicken?"

Shi Yu turned a new page, laid the sketchbook horizontally, lowered her head and drew a circle: "Chongming bird."

He Wei looked bewildered.

I don't know much, can you fool me like this?

Shi Yu wrote Chongxian Hall in the drawn circle, and then drew another circle above the circle, and wrote Sangtan Palace inside: "Chongming is a monster in Shan Hai Jing. It looks like a chicken, and it sings like a phoenix. All eyes have double pupils. If I read correctly at the time, the shadow that appeared in the room should be Chongming."

He Weiyou held the portrait of Chongming Bird, which was no different from a chicken, in both hands, walked carefully to the table, and sat on the edge of the bed: "May I ask..."

He thought about his words: "In the chicken coop in the palace, those chickens that are taken care of by players..."

Shi Yu circled the forest on the paper and wrote the oil workshop: "If you only look at the appearance, those should be Chongming."

He Weiyou thought of the picture of himself daring to pluck the chicken feathers of the god beast, and he couldn't speak clearly: "But," he tried to make amends, "the eyes of those chickens are not all a normal pupil?"

Shi Yu lowered her head and wrote, her slender eyelashes drooping down: "Remember what you said? The emperor needs players to pay him a batch of chickens every month."

He Weiyou fell silent.

Not only do I remember, but I am deeply impressed.

At that time, he wondered why the emperor asked chicken farmers to pay tribute chickens every month. Obviously, this is not a difficult and precious creature. The living environment is only an ordinary chicken coop without carved railings and jade.

But think about it now, if the chickens were never kept in captivity there, but the divine birds were imprisoned on the ground, deprived of freedom and raised as poultry.The preferences of those in power are just the fuse of the nightmare, and the breeders who try to rely on them for prosperity and wealth are the most direct perpetrators.They are picked by people every month as tributes and sent down the high steps, but the offspring are destined to be the emperor's favorite from birth, and they don't know what it means to flap their wings and fly throughout their lives.

Shi Yu circled the approximate location of the chicken pen and the hunting ground, and only after marking did she realize that it had been quiet for too long.He raised his eyes and glanced at the other party: "Have you figured it out?"

He Weiyou grabbed the portrait: "The emperor is really ruthless."

"..."

The more He Weiyou said, the more excited he became: "I keep birds in cages because I like them and don't let them fly. Like those capitalists who rob us, they are all selfish ghosts who only think about their own feelings!"

"..."

He Weiyi slapped the table: "So are we going to release all those chickens now?"

"..."

Shi Yu: "Why did you release it?"

He Weiyou's eyes widened: "A good beast is locked in the chicken coop, don't you want to come out?"

Shi Yu's pen tip paused: "Where is the chicken coop you manage located in the palace?"

He Weiyou was stunned for a moment, not wanting to understand why the topic suddenly jumped here: "I don't know where it is in the palace, but it's in the southwest of the land you manage. When I passed by, I passed by a pirate captain's house." Chicken ring."

"……Pirate Captain?"

"He has a birthmark over his left eye and looks like he's wearing a blindfold."

So you gave people such a nickname?

Shi Yu was silent for a few seconds, marked the location, closed the sketchbook, put the notebook and pen back into the wristband, and got ready to go to bed.

He Weiyou couldn't sleep, not because he felt so much for the unfair treatment Chongmingniao had suffered in the past, but because he figured out the cause and effect of the incident on his own, and his spirit was a little too excited: "So when are we going to release the chicken?"

Shi Yu got into the quilt and wrapped herself up: "Not sure."

He Wei was puzzled: "What else is there to be uncertain about?"

Even the creatures in the dungeon name showed up. The Chongming Bird killed the player who was the breeder because he hated the humans who imprisoned it in the fence. The task of the player is to set them free. There are reasons and consequences, logic The chain is perfect.

Shi Yu's head was covered, only the voice could come out: "All the corns in the palace have only one pupil."

He Weiyou finally thought of this question, and tried to guess: "Because the double pupils of the Chongming Bird must be flying in the sky? Just like the protagonists in cartoons who have supernatural powers, once they use their abilities, special features will appear between their eyebrows." mark?"

Shi Yu: "...Then what does the 'burning' mentioned in the main mission mean?"

He Weiyou divergent thinking: "I would rather burn my life for flying than be the canary of Qionglou?"

Shi Yu closed her eyes, unable to sleep, and opened them again: "Then why is Da Jin nicknamed the Kingdom of Night? Why is this world eternal night without dawn?"

He didn't give the other party time to think: "Lamp oil is obviously a consumable for humans in this world, because it is the fuel that is lit in their lanterns, so where should the reduced amount be replenished after each use? If a The currency of the country is decreasing all the time, so why doesn’t their market deflate? There are so many combustibles in this world, isn’t it easier to obtain the vegetation in the mountains and forests than lamp oil? Why do they prefer to use currency as a fire source than to try to rely on drilling? Wood to make fire to obtain light? If the main mission is just to ask the player to restore the freedom of the bright bird, why not just release it? Why does this dungeon happen to have so many elements related to burning?"

He Weiyou's eyes began to lose focus when he heard it.

Shi Yu took the quilt and covered her head: "Think by yourself at night, if you don't understand, do the experiment, if the experiment doesn't produce results, ask the waiter, the innkeeper, or other aborigines—as long as you are not afraid of being suspected by them , you can do whatever you want, anyway, don’t bother me.”