Elf Archer of Life in Another World

Left arm, right arm, left leg, right leg.

Qi Youfeng quietly helped Nian Nian warm up her limbs, and even took out a long gown to cover her body.

He could hear that there was a sense of self-abasement hidden in Nian Nian's speech, but he didn't know how to answer it better, and Nian Nian was right about one thing: she was not a human being.

In Qi Youfeng's view, letting nature take its course is the best way to deal with it, but there is a lot of unwillingness in the self-destruction and self-abasement every year, a kind of unwillingness that he can't find a clue for the time being.

Maybe you're worried that exposing your identity will cause unnecessary trouble?

Qi Youfeng speculated on what would happen after Nian Nian's identity was exposed. He estimated that some players would find it unfair. After all, Nian Nian's powerful strength and powerful weapons exceeded the awareness of ordinary players to a certain extent.

But this may be a good way to help Nian Nian get rid of the covetousness and entanglement of others. After all, competing with an NPC always feels meaningless.

Qi Youfeng stood up and looked at Nian Nian sitting in the chair. The wide back of the chair made Nian Nian look particularly thin. The maroon wood was a bit dull, which contrasted with Nian Nian's skin color, which was so pale that it seemed unreal.

"Wait a moment and I'll find you something to warm up." Qi Youfeng said.

Nian Nian nodded but didn't look at him.

Qi Youfeng turned around and went out, recalling a conversation he had.

That was what happened after Gongzi Yan joined Qiulong Village.

Young Master Yan, who led a large team of bodyguards straight to Qilong Village, quickly became good friends with Zimo. Zimo's prejudice towards this person also disappeared after their personal interaction, leaving only those who regretted meeting each other so late.

upset.

Young Master Yan once approached Qi Youfeng alone and asked him what he thought.

At that time, Young Master Yan must have seen his hesitation and decided to meddle in his own business by talking too much, right?

Qi Youfeng walked around the inn randomly, looking for a place that seemed to be the kitchen.

"What are you hesitating about?"

"...I'm just not sure if what I'm feeling is real."

"Because you are far away from her, you are now planning to conduct post-data analysis rationally?"

"..."

"Let me teach you a lesson. Our feelings in the game are indeed affected by data simulation calculations, but this is just because our bodies are sleeping in the iron box outside, and all physiological biochemical activities are

Suppressed, and in order to create a real game experience, when the game system detects relevant biochemical system activities, it will accordingly amplify external expressions such as the five senses, but it is only amplified."

"It can also be subverted, such as the strange taste every year."

"Yes, bridging mismatched information and information sources and artificially building a sense of reality is also a very important technical project. But it has nothing to do with the generation of emotions."

"Artificially constructed reality..."

"Don't get me wrong. If love is related to phenylethylamine, dopamine and other endorphin hormones, do you think that game companies will have the leisure and resources to simulate a biochemical system for each player, and then they will be bored.

Are you randomly adjusting your hormones?"

"you mean......"

"You were tempted even though your biochemical system was suppressed, and it was detected by the game system. It's that simple."

It was that simple, Qi Youfeng smiled faintly.

He found the kitchen somewhere outside the courtyard where they rested, and also found the "people" busy in the kitchen.

After leaving some silver coins and explaining that he would come to pick them up later, and also telling him to prepare some ginger soup, Qi Youfeng turned around and went out again.

If love between human beings is interfered by many random factors from its birth to its cultivation, then for the various residents in this game world, and for these data people with various lives, love is nothing more than

It’s just necessity called algorithm, and chance called probability.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, this is not much different from love in the real world. Fate is inevitable, fate is accidental, being in the same family and having similar interests is inevitable, and it is accidental that the book is difficult to trust.

What Qi Youfeng wants to answer is the necessity that belongs only to him.

Perhaps it would only be a unilateral explanation of the algorithm in the end. He knew even more that compared to the theoretically infinite years, his companionship of only a few years at most might only be a few bytes in the database.

But this is also a gratifying thing. People will forget, not every year.

If one day in the future he is forgotten every year, he will definitely feel upset, but if one day in the future the relevant data is deleted, Qi Youfeng thinks that he will probably be relieved.

It didn't take long for Qi Youfeng to return to the wing where Nian Nian was, bringing not only a box of steaming meals, but also a small bag of clothing for Nian Nian to keep out the cold.

After all, time was short and the materials at hand were limited. Qi Youfeng just used the leather he had saved in advance to make a pair of armpit-length gloves and a pair of knee-high socks for Niannian.

I put on my gloves and stockings every year, and I was surprised to find that they fit perfectly, with just the right size to fit tightly against the skin, but not too tight to affect joint movement.

"I roughly measured the size when I was rubbing your hands and legs just now. Is it professional enough?" Qi Youfeng said with a smile.

"Yeah, that's great." Nian Nian also took the opportunity to praise.

After a pause, Nian Nian looked up: "Thank you."

"No need, it should be." Qi Youfeng shook his head and replied.

Cold scene.

Nian Nian slowly put the ginger soup into his mouth, as if he was concentrating on visually measuring the length of the few ginger strands at the bottom of the bowl.

After a while, Nian Nian raised his head again and asked inquiringly: "Can I go out for a walk?"

"Of course." Qi Youfeng suppressed his sigh and smiled casually.

Nian Nian put down the porcelain bowl, his movements were a bit hasty, and the bottom of the bowl left a harsh knocking sound on the wooden table. He straightened his clothes, gave Qi Youfeng a smile again, and disappeared from his sight in a skipping motion.

Watching Nian Nian "escape", Qi Youfeng picked up the porcelain bowl on the table and rubbed his fingertips on the edge of the bowl. After a moment, he loosened his fingers slightly and watched it turn into pieces.

After escaping out of the house, Niannian knew that she might have hurt Qi Youfeng's heart a little, but she really couldn't find a more natural way to get along with her, so she could only blame herself and silently say sorry in her heart.

After all, Jinchang City is just a border town. Although there are teahouses, restaurants and various shops, the number and scale are far less than those in Chang'an. I walked around the streets every year, and behind me there were some empty shop doors, but there were two in the distance.

I looked at the small building where my family came and went every year and felt that such a noisy and lively place was not suitable for me.

As she walked, she reached the foot of the city wall. She tried to communicate with the soldiers every year, and found that her status as an envoy's attendant was unexpectedly useful, and her obviously unique appearance also saved the soldiers from having to find someone for verification. However,

After taking some notes, the young city guard asked Niannian to set foot on the stone steps leading to the city wall.

"You," the man's eyes paused on Nian Nian's pointed ears, "this girl, it's windy on the city wall, you'd better not stay too long."

"I know, I'll come down later, but I might have to walk around up there," Niannian looked up and asked with a smile, "Is it okay if I don't come down from your place later?"

"Of course it's okay." The man waved his hand magnanimously, his cheeks polished by the wind and sand seemed to be a little red.

"Then thank you general!"

Nian Nian stepped on the high stone steps and walked up a few steps. He turned back and waved again, getting the attention of a group of soldiers below the city.

The further you go up, the louder the wind becomes, the wider your view becomes, and it becomes more relaxing every year.

The one you climb every year is the south city wall. As far as the eye can see, there are mountains on the front, plains on the left and sand on the right.

Without thinking too much, Nian Nian decisively turned left, counted the small square holes on the crenellations, and walked toward the plain with green fields.

As she kept counting, Nian Nian saw a purple official uniform in the corner of her eye, and she turned her head.

"Why are you visiting the city wall alone? Where is your flower protector?"

"Why are you visiting the city wall alone? Where are your five hundred guards?"

Nian Nian replied without any sign of weakness and received a soft snort from Song Qing.

"What are you doing here? Looking at the scenery?" Niannian was curious.

"Waiting for someone."