Dreamland Guide

When Bi Shenghua returned to the bar, Bian Ziyuan and Mei Ziqing had already left.

Mei Ziqing appeared to be in low spirits. According to her, it was because she hadn't drunk the wine made by the proprietress, but a discerning person knew at first glance that there was no reason for him.

A good bartender can indeed make delicious wine, but the true meaning of a bar is never to drink, to have fun, or to sorrow through wine, even if it is just to kill the boring time or relieve the tension. People who drink wine never really come here for tasting, and they will never lose their interest because of the bartender.

Although Mei Ziqing explained repeatedly, Bian Ziyuan stubbornly believed that his poor performance tonight caused all this.

He was very annoyed by his cowardice and incompetence, and did not grasp this excellent opportunity to please the beautiful woman. He recalled carefully, thinking that Mei Ziqing was testing him by not directly rejecting the harassment of the gangster, and his performance can be described as bad. Since then, he has been immersed in self-blame, sadness, and humble anxiety, and no longer has the courage to say those beautiful words that he has longed in his heart before Mei Ziqing.

The lifeless weirdo in the corner aggravated his mood of falling to hell, making him fall into the dark trap of self-denial and unable to extricate himself, and even fantasize about the end of the world. He began to feel that the world was full of malice towards him, as if the whole bar was laughing at him, looking at him with strange eyes.

He and Mei Ziqing broke up on the street, watching her get into the taxi and disappear into the midnight drizzle.

He walked home in the rain, opened a can of beer, and sat on the sofa with his wet clothes, thinking of Mei Ziqing's vague and beautiful face in the dim light, and the faint fragrance floating from her. He poured beer into his stomach, which was already full of alcohol, and then smashed the empty beer can, shooting the tumbling desire and nausea vile into the dark, invisible cavity of the can.

He felt endless emptiness, his consciousness sinking in the darkness, his body rotted in the hot flashes, and his close-fitting wet clothes were like shrouds dug out of a coffin.

He threw the beer can into the trash can, letting the liquid flow out, and merged with the leftovers from last night that had crawled with cockroaches. He peeled off the shroud on his body one by one, like a doctor performing a delicate operation, then rushed into the bathroom and rinsed his body with hot water over and over again.

However, the filth of the body can be washed away, and the haze of the spirit cannot be dissipated.

He saw Mei Ziqing coming from the mist in the bathroom, helping him clean the dirt on his body with a touching smile and gentle technique that he had never seen before. He once again had the urge to release the desires in his abdomen, but he saw a mass of death rising in the corner. The cold from **** shattered the hardness of his body, and also shattered the last bit of man’s persistence, leaving him in a soft state. Continue to deepen his inferiority complex.

The Mei Ziqing in front of her disappeared into the mist, and only the sound of hot water was left in the bathroom. He saw another Mei Ziqing standing outside the misty glass, looking at himself like a world away.

Bian Ziyuan suddenly woke up from his forgetfulness, remembering who he was, and remembering the pride that a computer genius once had. The darkness was once again filled with the glory of life, the emptiness was no longer, and the feeling of fullness filled his body again.

He is determined to return to the world he should go to and use his ability to change the future of himself and mankind.

He hurriedly dried his body, left the bathroom, and sat down in front of the computer, which was the only place where he could display his talents. He used familiar code to write down his current thoughts and determination for the future.

Then he put on the space box and created his own conscious world.

He returned to the bar and watched the bartender put a glass of sake on two chopsticks. Before the bartender could do the next move, he slapped the table with a slap, his chopsticks vibrated, and the sake glass fell accurately into the beer glass below and exploded like a deep-sea bomb. The customers sitting in front of the bar applauded, Bian Ziyuan just smiled, and moved the glass of wine to Mei Ziqing, his face was calm but it was hard to hide the ecstasy in his heart when he saw the beautiful woman's eyes.

The **** still came over to talk to Mei Ziqing, and Bian Zi watched with cold eyes, until he showed the fox tail, he went to grab his collar and threw him out of the bar window. He rushed in fiercely with his comrades, Bian Ziyuan just pressed the back of his neck lightly, his soft and infinite inferiority was completely gone, and his body has become extremely hard since then, every muscle, every muscle An inch of bones are like steel, exuding the luster and taste of metal.

Those poor insects were as vulnerable as glass in front of him. When he easily crushed their bones, everyone was overwhelmed by his hardness and strength. No one cared whether his appearance was ugly or not, and people's eyes began to be intoxicated. , Calling frantically:

"Iron Man! Future Warrior!"

Bian Ziyuan liked to hear such a voice, even exceeding his expectation of Mei Ziqing's look of admiration. He was pushed to the center of the stage, thrown into the air by the cheering crowd in the chaotic light, like a triumphant hero.

However, he immediately met the two icy eyes shot from the corner, his body immediately recovered softness, the blood returned to coldness, and the humble feeling came again.

But he must remain hypocritical and strong in the crazy crowd~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He remembered that he just touched his neck just now, and he became stronger. What is behind his neck?

He stretched his hand over and felt a slight bump there, like a switch. But no matter how hard he tried, he could no longer trigger it, turning him into a body of steel.

The crowd felt that his hardiness was no longer, and suddenly dispersed, he was thrown into the air without anyone responding, and he fell to the ground. He felt a bone pain and lamented the fragility of the human body. A thought that came out of nowhere began to grow in his mind, spread like weeds, and eventually occupied his consciousness, becoming an indelible belief——

Consciousness can choose different bodies. Metal and machine life are the future of mankind!

With the birth of faith, physical pain and the return of consciousness, he woke up from shock and found that he was still sitting in a dark corner of the bar, the glass of spirits on the table had been drunk by him. Mei Ziqing was sitting on the opposite side and looked at him with a smile but a smile. Behind her is a corner of the bar, where there is still a mass of lifelessness. Two cold eyes shot from under the cloak, making people fall like ice. cave.

He stood up, feeling that his pants were sticky, but he was not uncomfortable with it. He is no longer inferior, no longer lost on the dark road, and his strong belief allows him to find his glory and hope for the future.

He walked out of the bar side by side with Mei Ziqing like a gentleman, drove her into a taxi, and watched her disappear into the midnight drizzle.

A month later, Bian Ziyuan took annual leave to travel to Japan. Enjoyed a happy time in Tokyo that he had never experienced before, and completely cured his soft inferiority complex. Then, he walked into an unremarkable but very mysterious underground laboratory, and allowed the flexible robotic arm of an octopus to implant a chip in the back of his neck.