A Self-Rescue Guide for Thousands of Suspects [Quick Transmigration]

When Feng Ye opened his eyes again, it was already dark and there was no candlelight in the room. He was laid flat on the bed, his head was dazed and his body was a little stiff, as if he had been in the same position for a long time.

In fact, every time he entered the script world, he needed a period of adaptation. Feng Ye closed his eyes slightly as usual, and was in a daze for several minutes before fully waking up from the trance just now.

Considering his current mental state, the power he used just now was still a little too much, which caused the time of this awakening to be extremely slow.

His fingertips trembled on the quilt, and he was immediately wrapped in a warm palm.

A familiar smell filled his nose, the incense of pine and bamboo on the Kongyingtan.

"How long have I slept?" His voice was also uncomfortably hoarse, Feng Ye coughed twice, and rubbed against the other's palm flatteringly.

"Seven days." Mo Qingai's voice was as cold as ever, and it was difficult for Feng Ye to clearly perceive his true emotions in the darkness.

"Seven days?" He got up from the bed and rubbed his waist, "I didn't expect it would be so long... sorry." The flow of time in reality and in the script will be slightly different, Feng Ye didn't expect It took seven days to arrive in two hours.

He paused as he spoke, then turned his head suddenly, and found those black eyes in the night, "Do you still remember... I mean, do you feel that there is something wrong with you?"

Although Feng Ye has already input the core spiritual power into Mo Qingai's real body, it is not sure whether Eden has taken extreme methods to find the existence of Mo Qingai.

Especially now, he has already noticed that something with ulterior motives has been mixed in by the top management of the alliance. If he is made to notice that a real person replaces the script originally designed for Fengye, the consequences will be disastrous.

But now it seems that just as Feng Ye expected, that person not only has a certain right and status in the Eden treatment plan, but also invaded his treatment system effortlessly, monitoring him——

Feng Ye deliberately asked the question just now, but his fingertips tightly clasped Mo Qingai's wrist, signaling him to keep silent.

At that moment, the spiritual power gathered in Feng Ye's mind spread out silently, and the mist-like solution invaded the already not very strict security of the medical assistance system.

He quickly caught a secret signal trying to bypass the normal channel and intercepted it immediately.

Sure enough, even a question with no beginning and no end can trigger an internal alarm, which shows that the other party has put a lot of effort into himself.

He spent some effort to change 001's single alarm program, and found a red-marked fundamental command in the deepest part of the system's core during the inspection process.

[Once it is detected that the fluctuation value of "Domain" exceeds the safe range, immediately kill Feng Ye's conscious existence. 】

Source: A-017

Feng Ye's expression became even uglier, this order was to put it bluntly to his death.

You must know that as long as the human beings whose mental strength exceeds S-level, they all belong to the dangerous category of threshold fluctuations. Fengye’s super-S-level "domain" is a dangerous observation object in his physical examination since he was a child. I don’t know how many sound waves have been blown up. detection machine.

He knows that he has always been defined as a special existence in the league.

He was not wiped out in the previous few worlds because his mental disorder weakened the originally fluctuating mental peak, which put him within the passing line.

But once the Eden Project treatment is completed and Fengye's "domain" returns to normal levels, he will be identified as a fluctuating danger before he completely escapes, and he will be trapped in the treatment cabin and his consciousness will be erased immediately.

Who is this A-017?

Feng Ye wouldn't sit still, he quietly broke through the core firewall inside the system again, tampered with the original command program and added something of his own to it.

As long as his treatment is completed and this invalid command is triggered, he can immediately track back the location information of A-017 and dig out the final truth.

After several complicated orders were completed, 001 surrendered completely, and was directly transformed into an AI serving him by Fengye.

After doing this, he finally let go of Mo Qingai's hand, and smiled at the man, "Okay, all the mice eavesdropping on the corner of the wall have been chased away by me."

Mo Qingai rubbed his messy forehead hair, and answered his last question, "I remember, more than I can remember before."

The inner demons that kept him in a corner finally dissipated, and the vague figure that repeatedly appeared in his dreams was clearly sitting in front of him at this moment, and every move revealed vitality.

Feng Ye saw that the man's darkening value dropped slowly after a peak, and fell to the zero mark at the bottom.

He has been guarding me for those seven days?

In front of Feng Ye's eyes, the blackening value also rose sharply from the day he left, and almost climbed to the peak. It was not until he woke up that there was an obvious fault and fell until it returned to zero.

"I passed out—" Feng Ye paused, raised his head and asked, "I didn't sleep for seven days at all, but I died for seven days!"

He vaguely saw the corners of Mo Qingmai's lips drawn into a straight line, and his heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Mo Qingmai has been guarding a dead body for seven days and he doesn't know whether he can wake up?

"I..." A terrible guess flashed in Feng Ye's mind, "Before, when I left... did you still stay in those worlds?"

Mo Qingai didn't answer, she slid her palm to the back of his head soothingly and rubbed it. He could vaguely remember some of the past few lives, but the grief of losing his lover was already a bit blurred, so he didn't think clearly and didn't want to think about it anymore.

He inserted his fingers into the young man's fine hair roots, gently comforting the other party's emotions.

Feng Ye was in a trance, threw himself on Mo Qingai and kissed him carelessly, from forehead to fingertips, as if a pious and immoral believer had defiled the gods.

He told Mo Qingai everything about the reality and the script, and kept saying sorry.

Originally, Mo Qingai only knew that in his memory, he had been entangled in love with a soul from life to life, but he did not expect this to be the reason. The completely subverted world view made him ponder for a long time.

"Will you hate me?" Feng Ye lowered his eyes, and his eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, "I originally fell in love with you for my own self-interest—"

"But you said we were supposed to be lovers, right?" Mo Qingai raised his chin, and put the tip of his nose against his, "If it were someone else, you wouldn't fall in love with them." The man's tone was firm.

"Because we are supposed to be like this." He touched Moxiu's cold lips, "Instinctively we should be together."

Feng Ye bit back, his fine breath was blocked in the narrow gap, his ears rubbed against his temples, touching and kissing were like flowing honey, one couldn't help but indulge in it and ask for more.

"Wait." Before Feng Ye untied the belt of his obscene clothes, the man held his hand, he raised his head in doubt, he didn't understand why he could hold back even though the other party was already on the point.

Mo Qingai dragged the man up and wrapped the quilt around her, "It's the Qiqiao Festival in three days, and the puppets have already been delivered."

After he finished talking about Feng Ye, he remembered that there was still a mission to do in this world, and Rui Chuan's evil spirit hadn't been resolved yet.

So, tomorrow is the day when he and Mo Qingai get married in the sedan chair instead of two dolls?

His eyes froze for a moment, and then he put his arms around Mo Qingai's waist, "Master Mo, if you want to get married, how can there be fewer festive nights in the bridal chamber!"

As he spoke, he kissed the man's side neck again, and stretched out his hand into his clothes without restraint.

Unexpectedly, just touched the abdominal muscles and was grabbed by the hand.

Mo Qingai cast a small spell to make Feng Ye lie on the bed obediently, "Tomorrow you will have to sit in a sedan chair all day, you can't stand it."

Feng Ye used his skills to break through the restriction, turned over and pressed on the opponent, "Hey, Peak Master, if you don't make it to the end, just wait."

He quickly touched the door of life, and Mo Qingai's forehead had blue veins looming, and he couldn't restrain the former Demon Lord who was determined to fuck with men.

His slender and strong fingers rubbed against Feng Ye's hair, and when he used some strength occasionally, Feng Ye whimpered and coughed, and then buried him deeper.

Waking up in the sunlight the next day, Feng Ye's back was not in pain, but his voice was hoarse, and he drank bit by bit the porridge Mo Qingai bought downstairs.

The tip of Yin Hong's tongue picked out the white sugar in the porridge, and complained that Peak Master Mo didn't even buy the spicy pancakes that he had been craving for a long time.

Mo Qingai looked away, and remembered those scarlet eyes with lust last night, which were more difficult to deal with than a clingy puppy when they entangled people.

The street outside was already bustling with activity, and a row of puppet sedan chairs were placed on the stone bridge, all of which were puppets begged by couples begging for a marriage.

There is one more hour to start the ceremony.Wang's one-stop service, the packaged sedan chair and bearer were already waiting outside, and the doll was also delivered to the room for two people to check and accept.

Mo Qingai grabbed Feng Ye's hand, which was trying to untie his puppet's pants.

"Hey, let me see if it's as complete as the rumors say—" Feng Ye's lips were blocked.

"Every detail is revealed?" Mo Qingai's tone was a bit unpleasant, and she raised her eyes and gave Feng Ye a shallow look.

"No, no, it's magnificent!" Feng Ye immediately changed his words, ticking Mo Qingai's fingertips flatteringly, "I know, Master Mo Feng is very talented."

"..." Mo Qingai's face was thicker than Mozun's, but luckily his coldness covered it up.

The two of them put on wedding robes, and the red silk coiled with gold thread made Feng Ye's facial features more gorgeous, and his pale skin also had a complexion. Apart from his height, he even had some indisputable beauty.

Mo Qingai kept her eyes on him for a long time without moving away.

"We've been in love for so long, and we've never been married." Feng Ye placed a kiss on the handsome groom's knuckles, "I owe you the ring first."

"It's been knotted." Mo Qingai paused, and under Feng Ye's suspicious gaze, he combed his hair, arranged the man's hair in a bun, and finally put on a scarlet hijab.

"Let's go." He stretched out his hand, holding Feng Ye who was stumbling on his robe, "Would you like to spend the rest of your life with me?"

"Don't talk about a lifetime, even thousands of generations are fine." Feng Ye held Mo Qingai's hand and smiled teasingly, "Master Mo, hold me tight."