Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

Sure enough, as Ge Xiu said, in the following time, the boss in this dungeon never appeared again.

The three days of the players are like a dream.

They have never felt this kind of life in the dungeon. There are no ghosts, no blood, no screams, no death, only a boundless piece of rubble and a hazy sky that never seems to be sunny, which makes them have a strange kind of innocence. Reality...Is this really still in the copy?

Quiet days always go by as quickly as running water, unknowingly, finally the stipulated time has come.

Everyone stood in the middle of the ruins and looked around, feeling extremely complicated.

There are still more than ten minutes before this copy is about to end.

It has to be said that the experience in this copy is simply a refresh of the world view for them-it feels like everything hasn't started yet, it's over.

And they knew exactly where the reason was.

Either from the bright place or from the dark place, directly or obscurely, everyone’s sights were involuntarily swept towards the young man standing in the distance, leaning on a half-slumped wall with his eyes closed, although he was standing outside the crowd, He didn't talk to anyone, but it attracted everyone's attention.

The strangeness of this copy originated from this good-looking overly youthful.

But they didn't know, and couldn't imagine-who he was and how he did it.

But regardless of the answer, one thing is self-evident.

They can't afford this person.

At this moment, Ge Xiu, who hadn't said a word since just now, opened his eyes without warning, straightened up, turned and walked towards the crowd.

Those who watched him secretly were surprised.

They hurriedly withdrew their gazes, and listened to each other's regular footsteps approaching in anxious heart.

Ge Xiu looked around casually and asked:

"Which one of you has a lighter?"

Everyone was taken aback for a while, one of the players woke up like a dream, took out a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket, and hurriedly passed it over.

Ge Xiu shook his head, and only took the lighter over:

"This is enough."

After speaking, he put his hand in his pocket and slowly walked towards the ancestral hall which was still standing in the ruins not far away.

The players looked at each other and saw the same doubts in each other's eyes.

Seeing the young slender figure drifting away, everyone hurriedly followed.

Ge Xiu walked into the half-concealed door of the ancestral hall, looked up at the neatly dark coffin inside, then bent down and picked up a piece of human leather puppets that had been torn into strips.

After three days, the originally moist and soft skin texture became as dry as paper, and when I touched it, I could hear the dry rubbing sound.

Ge Xiu lit the lighter.

The light blue flame soared in the darkness, reflected in the depths of his dark eyes, like a spot of light jumping in the abyss.

The flame scorched to the edge of the human skin puppet, and the bright fire light began to spread on the broken piece of the doll. The pale edge was burned into a dark color by the flame, and the foul-smelling smoke rose from the ignition point and instantly filled the entire space.

Ge Xiu throws up his hand.

The flame floated and fell towards the dark coffin.

Ge Xiu's eyes narrowed slightly, and a piece of falling flame was reflected in his narrow eyes, and he whispered into the air:

"Let it burn."

The next second, a dry wind blew from behind him.

The hunting wind rolled up the wide corners of the youth's shirt, lifted up his half-time dark black tail, brushed his waist and the side of his neck, and blew towards the dark ancestral hall.

The fire took advantage of the wind to rise several feet high in an instant. The blazing flame swallowed the dark coffin, spreading along the wall and climbing to the wooden beams.

Ge Xiu slowly stepped back to the outside of the ancestral hall, squinting his eyes with satisfaction, admiring the flames quickly encroaching on the huge building in front of him.

The crackling sound of burning spread in the wind, and the old wooden structure in front of me fell into flames in an instant.

Although the players are still some distance away from the main building of the ancestral hall, they can still clearly feel the oncoming heat wave, forcing them to step back subconsciously and arrive at a safe area, staring at it dumbfounded. The only building standing in the ruins was scorched by the flames, and the violent wind engulfed the flames and rushed towards the sky, dyeing almost the entire sky red.

The building was barely supported at first.

In the blazing fire, it stood quietly as if unaffected, unscathed, and as calm as ever.

But with the passage of time, in the sound of the raging flames, it seems that the flames that can purify everything are occupying the highlands little by little, from the coffins to the old wooden tables covered with dust, to the wooden beams inside the ancestral hall. Finally, the main building of the ancestral hall seemed to be unable to support it anymore. Its walls and pillars began to deform and twist under the high temperature, and the scorched eyes were smeared on them.

The thick odor from the burning corpse was mixed into billowing black smoke, rushing towards the sky, mixed with the dark clouds above his head.

A harsh scream rose in the wind.

The sharp whistle sound like a nail scraping through the glass instantly resounded through the world. The spiteful meaning contained in it can almost make everyone's scalp numb, and it is like a grieving ghost, making the players unbearably raise their hands to block. He held his ears, but the harsh hissing howl seemed to be pervasive and drilled into the earholes abruptly, making their brains feel aching due to this.

The sky above showed traces of flames.

Like a ignited piece of paper, black dots of broken holes slowly appeared, and the hole slowly expanded and swallowed the sky.

The other rubble on the ground seemed to be slightly distorted because of this, and the whole world seemed to be plunged into a sea of ​​fire, declining and collapsing rapidly.

The players stared at the scene in front of them dumbfounded, a sense of unreality struck their hearts, and they could hardly believe their eyes.

This is……

what happened?

Some players have faint guesses in their hearts, but they dare not think deeply about that.

Could it be that... this copy was ruined?

impossible……?

Finally, the remaining survival time in this copy came to an end.

This time, the intermittent current fluctuations can be clearly heard in the mechanical female voice, like a snowflake screen with a bad signal:

"Congratulations on successfully surviving for three days in the dungeon and winning!"

In the next second, the world that was gradually burning and twisting was swallowed by darkness, like a dark room whose lights were turned off for an instant, and all that was left in front of him was boundless darkness.

When Ge Xiu opened his eyes, the blue sky and the clouds floating quietly in the clear sky were the first to be brought into view.

A strange sense of weightlessness came.

Like an irresistible pulling force, Ge Xiu was unsteady and his eyes were dizzy.

In the shaking sight, he saw the distant block under his feet, as well as the busy and endless streets, and the tiny ant-like pedestrian heads below. The terrible height can almost make any normal person feel dizzy.

Ge Xiu was led and leaned forward.

He opened his eyes slightly, and leaned his hands to his side subconsciously, trying to find a stable support point, but there was only an empty air within reach.

With only half of the ground left under his feet, he couldn't stabilize his figure, and Ge Xiu could only inevitably fall forward——

Seeing the distant ground approaching, he suddenly felt a cold palm supporting his side waist.

A strong force came from behind, dragging him back abruptly.

Ge Xiu stumbled back a few steps, and his back hit a solid chest, which stabilized his pace.

He breathed out slowly, settled, and raised his eyes to look at the place where he had just stood.

It was the top of a building under construction. There were no fences on the edge. The surroundings were unfinished projects left by construction workers. Only the whistling wind passed by the ears above the entire top floor.

Ge Xiu narrowed his eyes slightly.

This game puts him here, and the implications are self-explanatory.

——Hurry up and die.

It seems that if I burned that copy directly in the last world, the impact on the game was not small.

Ge Xiu thought, turning his head to look behind him.

The pale and gloomy man stood behind him, steadily supporting his side waist with one hand, and staring down at him. The dark, cold eyes fixedly stared at Ge Xiu, his whole person was like marble. Silent and cold like a statue.

"Can you come out?" Ge Xiu stood up straight from his arms and asked in surprise.

The man's hand stayed for a moment between the pliable waist of the youth, and then put it back without a trace: "It's okay now."

Ge Xiu tilted his head thoughtfully and continued to ask: "Could it be that the restraint of this game on you will also weaken with its weakness?"

The man nodded slightly.

Ge Xiu patted the dust that didn't exist on his body and asked:

"By the way, I haven't asked, what is your name?"

The man answered without hesitation: "I don't remember."

Ge Xiu was startled: "Don't remember?"

"Yes."

"Then what do you remember?"

The man lowered his eyes, looked at Ge Xiu's face deeply, and said seriously:

"Before I met you, my memory was blank. I acted under the control of the game. Until the moment I saw it, I had self-consciousness and started to break away from the original program and shackles little by little."

Ge Xiu looked a little uncomfortable by him, and subconsciously looked away.

The man continued, "But, although I don't remember anything, there is one thing I'm pretty sure of."

"What?" Ge Xiu asked.

The man's dark and deep eyebrows were slightly soft: "I know you."

"..."

Ge Xiu took a deep breath, turned his head, raised his hand and rubbed his slightly heated ears without a trace, and muttered, "...you know the sweet words."

He squinted at the man in front of him, and said coldly: "I won't eat yours, wait until you remember my name."

The man froze for a moment, then chuckled lowly:

"……good."

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Cheng Xiao received a call from Ge Xiu.

Before the opponent entered the dungeon, he stuffed his other spare cell phone into the opponent's backpack so that he could contact him after leaving the dungeon.

He instantly lifted his spirits: "Oh my God, you came out so fast! How are you! Did you have the last dungeon..."

"I'm going to your house soon, let's talk about something." Ge Xiu interrupted him.

The youth opposite seemed to hesitate for two seconds, and then asked: "Mind if I take someone there?"

"Who?" Cheng Xiao was also taken aback.

"...Forget it, I'm here, you can open the door."

There was a knock on the door, and Cheng Xiao hurried to open the door. As soon as he opened the door, he saw two people standing outside the door.

The leader is Ge Xiu, and standing behind him is a tall man with a handsome and gloomy face. His complexion is pale without seeing the light for a long time, like a nobleman living deep in the castle, and his eyes are dark and gloomy. The strong aura that seems to seep from the bones and the faint sense of oppression can almost discourage everyone, making people instinctively aware of danger and fear

Cheng Xiao was taken aback: "You are..."

The man with a strong aura stretched out his hand first, and the slender fingertips of the joints also showed a sickly paleness. He politely introduced himself:

"Hello, I am his boyfriend. I am lucky to meet him."

Ge Xiu: "..."

Cheng Xiao: "...?????"