Half Immortal

Yan Mingguang let go of Yan Wei.

A tone appears, the copy has passed, and it is time to select again.

About this choice, they have actually discovered the trap when they climbed the building last time - if they choose to leave the building, the building will do whatever it takes to prevent the player from going out until he exits the building again. Such as formatting or forcing a copy and so on. Choosing this is tantamount to seeking death.

This point, he told Lin Qing and the others before that, don't choose, don't worry about it.

As for Yan Wei himself, he did not hesitate to choose to exchange the points for the items in the product, without looking at it, he used almost all the points obtained this time to exchange for a Pandora's Box again.

The dark box appeared in front of him and slowly fell into his open palm. Yan Wei lightly touched the black ring with the other hand, and another small black box appeared, lying on his hand side by side with the magic box exchanged this time.

He said: "Although you are a player, in the final analysis you are also Lou's subordinate consciousness. For fairness, Lou will not let you exchange Pandora's Box."

"Hmm."

"I'm thinking..." Yan Wei raised his eyes again, looked straight into Yan Mingguang's gaze, and said word by word, "Lou is countless years, the emotions radiated by everyone slowly The supernatural existence formed by condensation, even if I make a wish to destroy it now, after a few years, the emotions of thousands of people will burst out again, won't a new building appear again? Also... If I make a wish to destroy the building , is not necessarily useful. You are something born out of the building, and you can't go beyond the rules of the building. Isn't Pandora's Box a product of it?"

In the copy, the goose feather snow fell one after another, and after a while, it piled up in Yan Wei's palm, leaving a thin layer of white on the two cold boxes.

idea.

Yan Mingguang just said: "I'll accompany you."

Life and death.

Yan Wei raised the corners of his mouth, his eyebrows and eyes slightly curved, and smiled at Yan Mingguang.

He said: "When Lin Qing was about to die, I saw the coin and forgot why I thought of putting Lin Qing's soul on Lin Zhen and trying to keep them separate. Co-existing in the same body. Then I got the last remaining memory from the coin, only to realize that I didn't think of it at that time. Or, I would have this method in my mind at that time, because I thought about it before - what if I merge you with Lou?"

As long as Lin Zhen and Lin Qing consciousness are kept separate, good thoughts and evil thoughts are kept separate, and then Yan Mingguang can fully take the lead and integrate with the building...

Can Yan Mingguang be the maker of the rules here?

If they can change the rules, what can they do? At that time, Yan Mingguang only needs to formulate the rules that the inside and outside of the building can come and go freely, and this square inch of land will not become their cage.

It's just that the consciousness was divided by him when it was in its infancy, cutting out a Yan Mingguang. After so many years, Lou's residual consciousness was constantly absorbing evil thoughts, but Yan Mingguang existed in it in the form of a player, maintaining a balance with evil thoughts, and no one could really move anyone.

But if he uses the moon wheel to reintegrate Yan Mingguang, Yan Mingguang is afraid that he will not be able to absorb the good thoughts lingering in the world in the building, and he will be swallowed by evil thoughts.

So he needs to ensure that Yan Mingguang will not have an accident, that he can make up the gap between the years and the evil thoughts little by little, absorb those good emotions, completely defeat the evil thoughts, and swallow them The energy of evil thoughts is completely integrated with Lou.

Only in this way can he achieve what he wants - Yan Mingguang is the building, and the building is the state of Yan Mingguang.

Yan Mingguang looked at him, his deep pool-like black eyes contained thousands of emotions. He seemed to have a lot to say, but in the end, it was the same sentence: "What do you want to do, I'll accompany you."

He is not without ideas, nor is he without ideas.

Only Yan Wei was in his eyes.

Yan Wei raised his hand and slowly opened the first Pandora's Box.

Yan Wei rolled his Adam's apple lightly, and said solemnly: "I make a wish... Lou complements my half-immortal skill."

Yan Mingguang listened carefully and seemed to have guessed what Yan Wei was going to do. His eyes moved slightly, but he didn't say anything, just lowered his head slowly and kissed Yan Wei's mouth lightly.

Yan Wei immediately hugged his neck.

His lips were a little cold in the snow, and they touched Yan Mingguang's equally cold lips.

It seems like a short moment, and it seems like a long time. Yan Wei closed his eyes, and in such an immortal time, he thought that his skill was bestowed by Lou after all. When he hadn't discovered that tender consciousness back then, did that consciousness see him unknowingly, and silently gave him a talisman that he could walk on safely?

The gift that was given in the dim consciousness of the young consciousness many years ago has finally reached the consciousness itself.

At this moment, the wish of Pandora's box is fulfilled, and the skills of immortality are completed, and the limited half is turned into a complete immortality.

The moment he and Yan Mingguang let go, he opened the second Pandora's box. He said: "I make a wish... to give this undead skill of mine to this person in front of me."

The moon wheel rose in the air, and the feeling of immortality was stripped from Yan Wei's body and rushed into Yan Mingguang's body.

At this moment, the entire dungeon began to tremble - he had used up Pandora's Box and made the choice to climb to the top.

The moon wheel turned faster and faster, Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang hugged each other almost face to face, and they were all ready at this moment.

"You won't die now. No matter how strong the maliciousness and Lou itself are, they will have nothing to do with you. You can take it slow. Help you go. But the thousands of goodwill you need will definitely have my share."

He will enter the dungeon continuously and continuously, send his goodwill and positive emotions into the dungeon, and send it to Yan Mingguang who needs to absorb countless goodwill.

Even if his emotions are insignificant among millions of players.

"Yan Mingguang," he whispered, "I will accompany you. I will be in one copy after another, waiting for you to succeed, waiting for you to pick me up."

Yan Mingguang chuckled in his ear.

"Okay." The person said, there is no indifferent coldness, no calmness without wells and waves, moisturizing warmth, wrapped in spring breeze.

The moon wheel radiated a thousand feet, the copy began to shatter, and Yan Mingguang disappeared in front of Yan Wei.

Yan Mingguang went to the battlefield alone with his complete undead skills.

Then he will accompany the other party in another way in the dungeon.

Yan Wei can already enter and exit any dungeon above the 90th floor in the building, and can also return to the world to rest temporarily. But he did not choose to return to the world inside the building. He will not waste every minute and every second, but at the moment when the top-level copy is broken, he directly chooses to enter a copy with more than 90 layers.

He didn't even choose a multiplayer dungeon, but a single-player dungeon - the more people, the more burdens, and the slower the speed.

What he wants is to continuously provide his kindness and those positive emotions in these copies, to be absorbed by Yan Mingguang who has integrated into the building.

This time, he didn't want to choose either.

He just wants to go upstairs to watch the sun and the sea to watch the moon together with Yan Mingguang.

Outside of copy.

Countless players watched this happen.

They not only saw the end of the top-level copy, but also saw all the cause and effect of Yan Mingguang, and Yan Wei's final choice.

It is a great skill that many people have never seen in their lives, and it is also the end that many people look forward to together. They are ups and downs in this restrained world. Everyone no longer cares how they came in and how long they have been in. They just want to live, no matter the cost.

But in this world, there are always people who are different.

There is always someone ahead.

Xu Miaomiao rubbed her nose, but before she could speak, she heard Ding Xiao say, "Little girl, shall we enter the copy?"

She smiled: "Sister Ding knows me."

She raised her hand, chose a 90th floor dungeon that was about to start, and signed her name without hesitation.

In another place, Xiang Ying thought - "If he is in this dungeon, he won't let that guy Song Chengan die in battle, there is nothing more suitable for this matter than him who is familiar with Buddhism and Taoism" , as soon as this thought came up, he thought about it again - "When will I be the one who thinks about this kind of thing?"

He sighed: "I finally understand why so many people followed him back then."

Many people don't want to do great deeds, just because they dare not think about it and are unable to think about it. Either it is a person who is full of evil but still has some kind of good intentions, or it is all living beings who only have a little bit of great kindness in their hearts.

But when someone is already standing in front, these tiny traces are not just a tiny trace.

He said to Xue Wan, who was already full of mixed feelings: "Child, I obviously won this bet. But I don't want your life, you might as well accompany me and take a walk in the copy, Contribute some good thoughts too? But if you have more evil thoughts, you should stay in the world inside the building."

What responded to him was an invitation letter thrown by Xue Wan.

In the distance, Ning Yi still had a cold face, and signed the new invitation letter with no expression.

Outside the world in the building, clever strokes, carefully wrote his name on the invitation letter.

…

Invitation after invitation rose, signed one after another.

Councils that I was afraid to avoid on weekdays, or procrastinated, or tried my best to avoid, opened one after another at this moment.

Yan Wei did not know that he had gone through the dungeon several times.

He wandered through the dungeons above the 90th floor, entering one by one tirelessly, never returning to the world inside the building to rest for a while. If he takes a short rest, he can spend an extra moment in the dungeon, and he can take one more dungeon.

He never even chose a multiplayer copy.

He must maintain goodwill in the dungeon, continuously convey positive emotions, try to enter the most dungeons in the shortest time, and provide assistance to Yan Mingguang, the crowd will only slow him down. He never stopped, and he never saw other players.

Is the world in Yan Mingguang's eyes the same? I have never seen Fengyue outside, and all I see are those boring things.

Although he was alone, Yan Wei didn't think it was boring. As long as the world in these dungeons is regarded as a real world, the NPCs in front of him are all living people. Such a person's dungeon has entered a lot, but I gradually feel that it is much more interesting than those dungeons that intrigue with players.

Yan Wei entered a dungeon like this, and immediately entered the next dungeon at the moment of exiting a dungeon, and so on.

This time the copy is by a lake as vast as the sea. People who live nearby say that there is a water ghost here, which does not appear at night, but only appears at sunrise. In order to break through and enter the next dungeon as soon as possible, Yan Wei sat on the shore early in the morning and waited leisurely.

The sky was just bright, and the warm sun in the east slowly rose out of the corner.

Suddenly—

The gulls that flew over the lake still kept their wings, but did not move. The slowly waving water surface even solidified the water lines. I am afraid that the water ghost who is about to emerge doesn't know that it was pressed down under the water surface by the one who fell from the sky. No.

Yan Wei listened to the footsteps behind him and felt that someone was condensing in time and space, ignoring all the rules and slowly sitting beside him.

He smiled: "Faster than I thought."

"I'm here to pick you up."

—Bright as day.

-End of text-

-About the main text and side story, please read the essay-