Horror Bug Game Terminal

A proud little expression appeared on Xu Yi's face. If he had a tail, it would probably be raised to the sky.

He spoke confidently: "Yitian'er, this is not called cowardice, this is called emergency avoidance."

"Look at our captain, he's like a human trafficker. He wants to sell me to another team for a good price. He doesn't know how to cherish me at all. You should never learn from him!"

Zhang Yitian looked at Qi Wuling: Apart from anything else, Xu Yi's evaluation of Mr. Qi is really pertinent.

Whenever Qi Wuling smiles at you, someone will be in trouble.

"Qi Wuling just doesn't know how important I am. If he plays a few more games with us and knows how important I am, he will definitely change his attitude towards me."

"Hehehe, from now on I will firmly sit in the position of the big brother of our team. It's so wonderful."

Zhang Yitian glanced at Qi Wuling, who was standing next to her with a smile on his face, unmoved and even vaguely wanting to ask Xu Yi to shut up.

He said sincerely, "Xu Yi, I would like to call the above words your beautiful delusion about the future."

"After all, I've played the game so many times before. If I could have realized it, I would have realized it a long time ago."

"Right, Uncle Su?"

As soon as Su Shenchuan came out of the game, he probably knew that he would have to enter the game again before he could rest for long, so he is now folding his arms and closing his eyes to rest.

Zhang Yitian called him suddenly, and he was a little slow to react. He was stunned for two seconds, then nodded hesitantly and closed his eyes to rest.

Qi Wuling saw this and said nothing, but just thought for a moment: How important is it? It is quite important.

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Xu Yi's eyes widened in shock: "Hey, hey, you guys can't be like this, you are just bullying Uncle Su because he is always sleepy. Uncle Su didn't even hear what we said - huh, ouch!"

"Who?"

Xu Yi felt a pain in his head and didn't understand why he was hit so hard.

Wait for him to take a closer look.

It’s Su Shenchuan.

Su Shenchuan calmly withdrew his hand and said in a deep voice: "Old? Trapped? I don't think I'm at that stage yet."

Xu Yi: “…”

Despite what he said, Xu Yi still raised his head stubbornly and pursed his lips.

He put his arm around Qi Wuling's shoulders again: "Brother, look at them? They are bullying me."

Qi Wuling pulled Xu Yi's arm off his neck and said indifferently, "Shut up."

He nodded and clapped again, and said perfunctorily, "Oh."

Xu Yi: That’s all, there is no love in the world anymore.

But he soon recovered.

"Although you treat me like a stepmother, I treat you like my first love."

Zhang Yitian perked up: "You still have a first love?"

"Uh, no."

Zhang Yitian: I thought I could hear a gossip story.

Qi Wuling looked at them and prepared to go back to the box first.

Unexpectedly, Xu Yi's mouth was like a machine gun and couldn't stop.

"How is it? How is it? I didn't disappoint you, did I?"

"It's a pity that you didn't see my awesome poses in the game. I was so handsome. Every sentence in the comments of the live broadcast was praising my handsomeness."

"We rushed through the customs directly just to come out and see you. Are you touched?"

Qi Wuling casually rolled up his sleeves, his eyes passing over Xu Yi's expression of seeking praise: "I don't really want to move."

Ok?

Something doesn't seem right.

Zhang Yitian realized: not moved = not daring to move = not really wanting to move???

Xu Yi didn't dwell on it: "Don't want to move? Why did you bump into something again?"

"Oh, right! By the way, have you finished your work? Have you finished it? Did you encounter anything interesting? Do you miss me?"

Qi Wuling looked at Xu Yi: "It's done. There's nothing interesting. No."

Xu Yi was about to speak when he heard Zhang Yitian and took a breath.

Xu Yi looked back a little puzzled. He thought that Zhang Yitian didn't seem to be injured in the game.

What's going on with this breath of cold air? Is there some hidden injury?

Qi Wuling also turned around and his eyes fell on Zhang Yitian's dull face.

Zhang Yitian's gaze fell on Qi Wuling's neck, and her mouth was a little open due to shock.

She felt that she had discovered the reason why Qi Wuling didn't want to move.

Xu Yi was a little puzzled.

what happened?

Does Qi Wuling have flowers on his face? It's not like I haven't seen it before.

Xu Yi looked at Qi Wuling carefully, and found that there were a few not very obvious red marks on the exposed skin on his arms and neck that he had just hugged.

Xu Yi asked curiously, "Hey? Bro, were you bitten by a bug? Why are there two or three bumps?"

Zhang Yitian glanced at Xu Yi with complicated eyes.

Never mind. It’s better that he doesn’t know.

Qi Wuling casually pulled up his collar and did not answer Xu Yi's question.

He just said: "Take a day off today and continue playing the game in the evening."

"Oh, right." Qi Wuling suddenly remembered the man he met before who claimed to be Xu Yi's good brother in real life.

It seems his name is Zhao Mo.

Qi Wuling turned around and said to Xu Yi: "I'll give you some time to reminisce about the past, so that he won't come to my place to cause trouble next time."

"Him? Who? Reminiscing about the past? What? I don't know anyone else here, except you and my teacher."

Xu Yi looked at Qi Wuling with a puzzled tone.

Qi Wuling raised his eyes, crossed his chest, and said calmly: "A few days ago, a group of new people came into this terminal. Among them was someone who claimed to be very familiar with you. I thought you might be interested."

"Who is it? Could it be my dad or mom?"

Xu Yi felt sick just thinking about that scene.

Qi Wuling: "That's not the case. He said his name is Zhao Mo."

When Xu Yi heard Qi Wuling's words, his body stiffened for a second.

Because of shock, the pupils trembled and contracted violently.

As soon as Qi Wuling raised his eyes, he saw that Xu Yi's face had lost all color.

Xu Yi subconsciously wanted to clench his hands into fists.

Then Xu Yi suddenly reached out and grabbed Qi Wuling's arm. He used a lot of strength, but Qi Wuling didn't mind that his arm was pinched red.

Instead, he looked at Xu Yi with a pair of silent eyes.

Xu Yi's breathing was disordered and his voice was rapid: "Who? Who are you talking about?"

Qi Wuling stretched out his hand and pushed Xu Yi away, repeating: "Zhao Mo."

You heard it right, it’s him.

Xu Yi seemed to have completely crashed.

"Zhao Mo... Zhao Mo, Zhao Mo... Zhao-Zhao Mo... How could it be Zhao Mo, how could it be him..."

"How could he come in... Impossible—"

Xu Yi kept talking to himself and even couldn't stand steadily.

Zhang Yitian was a little confused by the situation: "What's going on? Isn't it just one person?"

Qi Wuling looked at Xu Yi's reaction, a hint of inquiry flashing in his eyes.

It seems that Zhao Mo has a great influence on Xu Yi.

He needed to consider in advance whether Xu Yi could enter the game tonight.

Xu Yi looked at Qi Wuling with a dazed expression. He took off the Bluetooth headset on his ears and held it in the palm of his hand.

Qi Wuling: "Who is this person?"

Xu Yi opened his mouth several times, but no sound came out. He closed his mouth again and repeated: "I... my former good brother."

"Ever?" Qi Wuling asked back.

Xu Yi lowered his head: "He is actually dead."

What? Qi Wuling looked at Xu Yi and said nothing.

He remembered that when they were in the Dragon Palace game copy, Xu Yi had shown great emotions about his death, an act of using noisy shouting to cover up his emotions.

He made a judgment on Xu Yi's behavior at that time.

Probably had this experience before.

So...is this the person called Zhao Mo?

But Zhao Mo looked very clearly a living person.

Xu Yi asked why he died.

Qi Wuling recalled what Zhao Mo said: I was wondering why you stopped contacting me when everything was fine and just said you didn’t want to play anymore.

So - in Xu Yi's eyes, he was dead?

Zhang Yitian was completely clueless: "What are you talking about? Who is Zhao Mo?"

"Why did he die?"

These words seemed to touch Xu Yi.

Xu Yi clenched his fists and said in a low voice: "He died in front of me... I watched him die on the stage of his favorite musical, and the one who killed him was me, me."

"I actually hate music, but..."

He hesitated to say the rest of the words.

Qi Wuling's eyes fell on the Bluetooth headset that Xu Yi was holding in his hand.

So, this Bluetooth headset that he always carries with him wherever he goes and never forgets to charge is not because he likes listening to music, but because of people, right?

However, Zhao Mo did not die.

Suddenly Qi Wuling thought of something.

Yes, if they are starting over again now, then could the events that Xu Yi remember be the ones that happened last time?

Because Zhao Mo's incident had a huge impact on him, Xu Yi's memory overlapped on this matter.