Fall in love with an NPC

"Why did you come over suddenly?" Secret.A got up, put on his clothes, lifted the curtains lightly, and looked out the window.

Qu Tong was sore all over his body, and the unspeakable parts were even more uncomfortable. Hearing Secret.A's question, he was surprised that he recovered so quickly.

"Try your luck." The voice was very small.

Secret.A seemed to sense his awkwardness, turned his attention to the person in front of him again, and sat back beside him, "What luck?"

Seeing his face, Qu Tong thought about what happened just now, and wondered why he should bother with him, so he replied seriously: "Chi Xuan came and said something to me, so I have a little ... Guess, come and try your luck, see if you guess right."

A smile reappeared in Secret.A's eyes, "Then what's the result?"

"Guess right." Qu Tong nodded solemnly, and couldn't help but want to laugh.

"Then you're in luck."

This cheeky.

Qu Tong raised his eyebrows and curled his lips, noncommittal.

However, when Secret.A raised the corner of the curtain just now, he could see clearly that it was completely dark.

It took a lot of time for them to toss around before. There is no solution to the big problem of Boswell, and he has to complete the task of killing Boswell. Therefore, hiding cannot be avoided, and he still has to face it.

Seeing Qu Tong's solemn expression for a moment, Secret.A knew what he was worrying about, but of course he couldn't guess what details he was worrying about.

"I'm going to tell Boswell, you don't have to worry."

Qu Tong looked up at him, "What do you say?"

"Just talk about our relationship, tell him the truth, because of me, he won't do anything to you."

Qu Tong remained silent.

Secret.A's solution was effective before the mission was released, and it was still very effective. Even if he thought about it a little, he could figure out that he was not a beautiful country, and it was probably Boswell's whim that made him fall in love with him, Secret. A wants someone from him, Boswell will not fall out with Secret.A because of him.

It would have been the best solution.

but……

"No." Qu Tong could only refuse, but he didn't know how to explain it to him.

A momentary astonishment flashed in Secret.A's eyes, and he didn't ask any further questions, just waiting for Qu Tong to take the initiative to explain clearly.

"I have... my own reasons, and I can't refuse Boswell, but you know, I don't like him, and I don't want to follow him to get something."

Secret.A lowered his eyes, and for a while, Qu Tong didn't know what he was thinking, his heart was beating like a drum.

"Another strange task that you can't tell?" Secret.A asked.

Qu Tong's heart suddenly sounded alarmed, Secret.A reacted quickly, and was too smart, and every time he thought about it for a while, he would be able to ask the right point.

Qu Tong didn't want to hide it from him, he hesitated, and nodded slightly.

Secret.A understood, and relaxed a little, "What's the mission this time?"

Qu Tong didn't know what to say, so he just kept his mouth shut and pretended to be dead.

"Can't you tell me? You can tell me about the sacrifice to the golden tree last time, can't you this time?" Secret.A followed the temptation, seeing that Qu Tong had been pretending to be dead, so he simply changed his way, "You just said She acted like she liked me very much, but now, she doesn't want to tell me anything."

Qu Tong was taken aback, seeing that there was a trace of injury in Secret.A's eyes, he couldn't help wondering if he was really going too far, and then he thought, Secret.A is a trick, Secret.A is not so easy to get hurt.

However, he thought that maybe after tonight, he would bid farewell completely, and it would not be a big deal to talk about his mission, at least it would make Secret.A feel that he believed him.

"I must, kill Boswell."

Qu Tong swore that he saw obvious surprise on Secret.A's face, which lasted for several seconds.

Worth it.

However, being looked down upon by my boyfriend like this is also... a bit hard to describe.

But I can't blame Secret.A, I am indeed a rookie, even if I go to the top floor room, I still get the blood of Secret.A.

"why?"

Qu Tong didn't know how to answer, Secret.A looked at it as a question asked by conditioned reflex, otherwise, he obviously knew about his inexplicable missions, wouldn't it be superfluous to ask?

Obviously, Secret.A reacted immediately after asking, and didn't get too entangled in this question.

"If you don't finish it, what will be the consequences?"

This question is much more believable.

A sentence automatically replied in Qu Tong's head, and at the same time, he said it.

"Either he dies, or I die."

Secret.A looked at him with a frown, Qu Tong had revealed almost all his secrets, if it wasn't for Secret.A, people might think he was crazy.

"What exactly is controlling you?"

Qu Tong couldn't answer, because he didn't know either.

Is it a system?No, the system is far from having that much power, so what is behind the system?Who is it?Is it the Creator God?I talked to him at the beginning "I want to be Secret.A", but since we are all creator gods, why do we still want to be Secret.A?Moreover, even if there is a powerful programmer over there, he is just an ordinary person. Can he really be able to complete the task and resurrect him?Are you sure it's a normal person?

He didn't understand, and it was very confusing.

There are still many unknown things.

Seeing his appearance, Secret.A basically understood, even Qu Tong himself couldn't explain why.

This feeling of being spied on by others made him very uncomfortable. Moreover, this kind of unknown was not completely irrelevant to him. Since he chose to stand with Qu Tong, these things were involved with him. He was very uncomfortable. I like this unexpected surprise.

"Do you have to do it yourself?"

"What?" Qu Tong didn't understand the meaning of his question for a moment.

"Last time, did you complete your mission?" Secret.A spoke softly to him, "Although I found the seed of the Golden Sacrifice Tree, your mission has been completed, right?"

Qu Tong was just a little slow to react, not stupid, he immediately understood what Secret.A wanted to do.

"No!" He sternly refused.

In my impression, he didn't seem to have spoken so loudly to Secret.A, but this was a conditioned reflex, and he couldn't help it.

Secret.A wants to help him kill Boswell.

Although Secret.A is much stronger than himself, it is not unreasonable for Boswell to be the first boss in "True Battle" for a long time. No matter how good Secret.A is, he is only Boswell's subordinate. But him.

"I thought, before just now, we had already stood together."

"It's two different things at all!" Qu Tong made the distinction very clearly, his thinking hadn't been so clear for a long time, "I'm with you, and I even came here to offer my life and tell you my secret, not to let you Risk your life to help me complete the task!"

The relaxedness of Secret.A was in stark contrast to Qu Tong's mood, "You have volunteered yourself, and this is what I should do."

"What a fart!" Qu Tong became impatient. He knew very clearly that he was clearly angry at this moment, and it wasn't because the system manipulated his emotions. "Anyway, you can't get into this trouble because of me!"

Seeing Qu Tong's distraught look, Secret.A suddenly took his hand lightly. Qu Tong struggled slightly, but he didn't break free and was held by him.

"You said, either he died or you died. We just met each other frankly and understood each other's thoughts. You are dead at this time. What should I do?"

Secret.A's words hit Qu Tong's heart hard, and Qu Tong was slightly shaken.

If my own strength is completely inferior to Boswell, plus Secret.A, it may not be impossible to succeed.

When two people face it together, this task doesn't seem so scary anymore, and death doesn't seem so scary anymore.

Anyway, I am a person who has died once, and my boyfriend is an NPC.

Or, give it a try?

Secret.A saw this wavering.

"Besides, if you face Boswell, you can only die. If I face him, maybe there is still hope of success."

The author has something to say: short hair, run away ashamed, and strive to end in May, if not, pretend I didn't say it.