Infinite Flow: Becoming a God in a Nightmare Game

When they parted, Chu Qidie and Xu Yan's whereabouts became a problem.

Fortunately, Lin Wanchu took them in, and she slept at Lu Xue's house.

Chu Qidie and Xu Yan moved into Lin Wanchu's house, which was a villa.

It's incredibly large and luxurious; besides Lin Wanchu's master bedroom, there are two guest rooms.

They voluntarily moved into another unoccupied guest room.

Even the guest rooms are twice the size of those for an average person.

Chu Qidie and Xu Yan were filled with gratitude towards Lin Wanchu, but Lin Wanchu didn't care.

She wouldn't go anywhere without Lu Xue; it was just a cold house, not a home.

Lin Wanchu handed Chu Qidie and Xu Yan a spare key and then drove away.

In the blue stone alley, Cheng Cuo still failed to return to Huaicheng.

Yu Hansheng lagged behind Cheng Cuo by a small step, seemingly struggling internally.

Finally, he mustered up the courage to call Cheng Cuo's name. Cheng Cuo heard the voice, turned around, and looked at him in confusion.

"Ok?"

Yu Hansheng's hands clenched slightly with nervousness, and the key in his hand was digging painfully into his skin.

He wasn't sure if Cheng Cuo would like the gift he gave her.

Now Yu Hansheng has no choice but to take a gamble.

"Come with me, I have prepared a gift for you today."

Yu Hansheng opened the roller shutter door, and Cheng Cuo felt a strange sense of anticipation. What would Yu Hansheng give him?

Yu Hansheng's Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he softly said, "Close your eyes."

Cheng Cuo obediently closed his eyes. Yu Hansheng lifted the cloth covering the car, led Cheng Cuo closer step by step, and placed the key in Cheng Cuo's hand.

"Okay."

Cheng Cuo opened his eyes and saw a motorcycle.

He was so excited that he was trembling, and he barely managed to calm himself down as he looked around at the motorcycle.

The motorcycle's beast-eye headlights and LED position lights resemble the piercing eyes of a ferocious beast, showcasing its sports car character.

The position lights use surface illumination, creating a unique and futuristic light effect.

The sleek, one-piece fairing combines speed and aesthetics, exuding a powerful presence while adhering to aerodynamic principles and significantly reducing drag. The new ten-spoke dynamic wheels offer enhanced strength and a sporty look.

The muscular-looking fuel tank features a convex-concave design, exuding a strong sense of power.

It uses UV dual-curing paint to present a mirror-like texture.

Cheng Cuo couldn't help but touch the car body, muttering to himself in a dry and hoarse voice.

I really like the gift you gave me.

Yu Hansheng smiled faintly, her eyes fixed on him.

"Want to give it a try, go for a drive?"

"Of course I want to, but it's been so long since I've played with it, I don't know if I've gotten rusty."

"Come on, I'm in a good mood today, so I can take you for a drive."

"With great pleasure."

The two put on their helmets and set off on their motorcycle.

Cheng Cuo, seeking speed and excitement, gripped the front of the car tightly, his tone unrestrained and arrogant.

"Hold on tight, be careful not to fall."

Yu Hansheng tightly wrapped his arms around Cheng Cuo's lean and strong waist. Noticing Cheng Cuo's body stiffen for a moment, Yu Hansheng gave a soft "hmm".

Cheng Cuo drove the motorcycle like a beam of light cutting through the night.

As night falls, the streetlights twinkle faintly, like stars adorning the deep, boundless universe.

Cheng Cuo's car, however, streaked across the tranquil night sky like a shooting star, carrying an unstoppable force and speed.

He skillfully maneuvered the steering wheel, the wheels rubbing against the ground with a low hum.

The headlights, like searchlights, cut through the darkness ahead, illuminating the winding road.

The surrounding scenery became a blurry shadow, except for the streamlined car body, which shimmered with a silver luster under the lights, like the brightest star in the night sky.

The wind whistled through, bringing a cool breeze.

The roar of the engine echoed in the quiet night, asserting its presence.

Every acceleration feels like pushing the limits, every drift feels like dancing with your shadow.

The other vehicles lagged far behind him, only able to watch his taillights, which shone like light, gradually disappear into the night.

In the pitch-black night, Cheng Cuo and Yu Hansheng's figures and speed became the only bright spots in the night, like a light in the darkness, making their dazzling presence impossible to ignore.

Jiang Qi opened the door and seemed to kick something at his feet.

I turned on the light, and a series of strange noises, crackling and popping, came from different directions into the room.

Jiang Qi picked up the scattered roses, went into the bedroom, and left a lamp on.

Darkness spread, and many small, bluish-black tentacles approached Jiang Qi.

What arrived today was several times more than yesterday.

One of the small tentacles was selected from the pile of tentacles. It seemed very nervous, and the small piece of paper in its hand was slightly deformed from being squeezed.

The little tentacle opened its mouth and made a series of grunting sounds, and Jiang Qi could even hear a slight stutter in its voice.

He took the small note, on which were written crookedly.

Like a child learning to write, the strokes are immature, with varying directions and lengths, yet each stroke is taken with utmost care.

"I miss you so much, wait for me to come back."

I write my handwriting small, but I write my thoughts of you extra large, afraid that Jiang Qi won't see them.

Jiang Qi was stunned for a moment, then tilted his head and chuckled softly.

I took out the fountain pen from my desk, picked it up, and the ink spread across the paper, moving slowly and gracefully, seemingly lightly yet heavily.

"I'm waiting for you."