The male protagonist survives in the infinite game by supporting his wife

Shi Jinzhe wiped his face. How could she still have a closed logic?

He thought about it seriously for a while, and felt that it was all because of the "Legend of the White Snake" compiled by his ancestors hundreds of years ago, which left this kind of imagination to future generations, causing him to always think in that direction unconsciously.

Shi Jinzhe compromised: "Don't be afraid, no, I'll sleep."

He has done nothing wrong, so there is really nothing to be afraid of.

Shi Jinzhe pulled up the quilt and threw it on the bed, turned off the light, and lay down on the edge of the bed.

Sheh looked at the bed, then at Shi Jinzhe's back. There was a huge gap between them.

She tucked her tail in to sleep in the bed with him, then folded it as she got closer, pulled over his blanket and lay in it.

It is easy to catch a cold in autumn, so Sheh covered his long tail with his own quilt.

Shi Jinzhe rested his pillow on his bent arm, maintaining a side-lying position and burying his face in the gap between his bent arms.

In the quiet room, he heard Sheh ask, "If we were in the dungeon now, would you do this?"

"In the dungeon, I only think about life and death, nothing else."

"So you're thinking about something else now."

"..." Shi Jin folded his shoulders and turned around, "Aren't you sleepy?"

If he continued to talk, nothing he said would be right, so he begged her to stop asking.

"My stomach is a little bloated." Sheh thought she had eaten a lot at night. "I feel a little full."

When I turned on the bedside lamp, I found that this house was not haunted, but it was haunted by demons.

He turned over and got out of bed: "Wait, let me look through a book," to see what to do if the snake is too full.

"I want to go for a walk."

Sheh didn't ask for his opinion. He walked past the stiff Shi Jinzhe and picked up his clothes to change.

At two in the morning, I went out for a walk.

Shi Jinzhe tilted his head back and closed his eyes for a while, his chest heaved twice, then turned around to change his clothes.

As night fell, two figures appeared in the forest park next to the community.

They walked around with Sheh until dawn. The old men who had gotten up early to walk their dogs had all gone out, so the two of them went back.

I was so sleepy that I fell asleep as soon as I got home, and set the alarm for 8 o'clock before going to bed.

The nerves that had been tense for a month in the copy would immediately go on strike once they relaxed. In his deep sleep, he completely ignored the existence of the alarm.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already evening.

Sheh was sitting on the couch holding the book, flipping through it quickly, looking only at the pictures.

She looked over and said, "Your phone rang a lot."

Shi Jinzhe took out his cell phone, which had more than twenty missed calls, all from the same number.

After so many years, I can recognize who it is even without any notes.

He blacklisted the phone number and ignored it.

"I haven't eaten for a day, why didn't you call me?"

"Not hungry."

"You have to eat normally even if you are not hungry." I ate too much yesterday and went for a walk in the middle of the night. If you are hungry today, don't get up in the middle of the night and bite him.

The lights were just coming on, and Shi Jinzhe was afraid that she would see the night market and couldn't help herself, so he asked the driver to take a detour to a shopping mall.

While waiting for the meal, he had nothing to do, so he checked the status of the two skill cards. Sheh, who was concerned about his big house, also came over and looked at his phone with him, head close to his.

The two of them blocked the phone screens so tightly that not only the people who were playing the game app couldn't see it, even the players couldn't see it.

Yesterday, Shi Jinzhe used the auction mode and put the skill card on the trading area with a starting price of 80.

At the end of the day, [Invulnerable to All Poisons] was sold for 100 million, while [Defending Against All Odds] was sold for 320 million.

320 million was the price four hours ago, and no one has bid since then.

Sheh stared at the numbers 0123, "There's still a long way to go."

"If you work hard, you will get what you want." This is just an empty promise we make every day.

After looking at the price, he browsed the discussion forum for a while. There was nothing meaningful, but there were a few posts discussing his auction post.

[I think the immunity to all poisons is pretty good too, why are there only four bids? If this happens in a zombie world, it will be so unpleasant.]

[It's not as effective as that defense. With six seconds of absolute defense, you can use a few more speed-up items to run out of the boss's attack range.]

[If you have a particularly powerful attack item, you might be able to kill in six seconds.]

[You may not know this, but the reason why the defense is so high is because there is an unwritten rule in the game that the fewer the number of words in a skill, the higher the level, and the more useful it is.]

【Is there such a saying?】

[I also know this. The more words there are, the clearer and more targeted the definition will be, which invisibly limits the scope of use. In other words, more words mean more restrictions, while fewer words mean more possibilities.]

[This is true. I have seen a boss whose skill is two words, and he carried the whole game.]

“I didn’t expect there was such a saying.”

The meal was brought up by the service industry, and Shi Jinzhe put away his phone and started feeding Sheh.

The two of them sat in a corner near the window. At first, no one noticed this place. Later, a little kid pulled the sleeve of her parent and asked her mother, "Why does that sister still need to be fed? If you don't feed me, do you not love me anymore?"

"That sister may be inconvenienced." The young mother glanced at the two people who seemed not to hear what she said.

He hit the kid on the head with the handle of the spoon and said, "Besides, how others eat is none of your business. Just eat yours."

"Young people nowadays, in public..."

Sheh was already accustomed to the looks from people around him, and he fed and ate calmly.

Shi Jinzhe is more accustomed to it than her. Since she can't see, it's normal for him to feed him.

Holding hands under the table and feeding each other on the table, the two people leaning against each other looked calmer than the other.

There is a cafe diagonally opposite the restaurant.

The two young men frowned and pursed their lips, like two consecutive emojis of old men on the subway. The one with a buzz cut was carefully trying to determine whether the person who was feeding him was a glutton or not.

Afraid that he had seen it wrong, he took out his mobile phone, turned on the magnification to take pictures, and compared them carefully.

"This is really the end of the road... the end of time. Does he have nowhere else to go but to sell his body to get close to rich women?"

Another one with dyed red hair replied: "If a rich woman looks like this, I will pay for her."

"Rich women don't have as much money as you, so don't compete with poor people." The crew cut asked, "Do you think the Cheng family is sick? They don't have to kick out the one they raised for twenty years just because their biological son is back. I heard from my mother that Cheng Yun had to look for an orphanage several times to adopt him."

"Didn't Cheng Youan's mother finally give birth to a child, but then someone lost it and she had a mental breakdown, so she wants her son from everyone she sees."

The red-haired man looked profound: "Your and my reincarnations were random, but the Cheng family carefully selected the adoptive parents. They are not willing to pick up just anyone and raise them."

The guy with the buzz cut: "Really? My mom said they threw it away carelessly." He shrugged and gave the red-haired guy a look that you understand:

"Especially compared to Cheng Youan, they chased him away and cut off his retreat. I don't know what they mean."

"About this matter, my mother also said that he was quite pitiful, but the Cheng family spoke, and we showed our conscience by not adding insult to injury to him." The red-haired man touched his chin and talked babble.

In the dining room, Sheh swallowed a mouthful of rice, raised his eyes from beneath the ribbon, and looked carefully before folding his eyes.