Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Chapter 284 Poem of Life 29 Love Letter

For tomorrow.

But there is no tomorrow for Linglan and Eclipse.

As long as the copy barrier is broken and the two million troops are taken away by He Feng and Shen Zishu, they will embark on their own end.

That tragedy belongs only to the semicolon machine.

They have no tomorrow.

"Don't be sad for us." As if she had noticed He Feng's low mood, Ling Lan shook her head gently at him: "We have only reached the initial ending, there is nothing to be sad about."

He Feng did not respond.

If the initial ending is considered good, then what would be the truly best of both worlds ending?

But the answer is no, because this proposition is destined to have no solution, and the ending is destined to leave no one behind.

Not only Shen Zishu felt sad and blamed himself for not being able to save any of the semicolon machines, He Feng also felt helpless.

There is only one choice, and He Feng has to do it whether he wants to or not.

The atmosphere was a bit gloomy again. He Feng never liked this kind of gloomy atmosphere. He happened to have another question in his mind, so he asked directly: "I have always been curious why the residents accepted our arrival so quickly. Isn't their tolerance for outsiders a bit too much?"

Linglan and Eclipse looked at each other and laughed together.

Eclipse asked, "What if you are not outsiders?"

This was a bit nonsensical, and He Feng didn't quite understand: "How can it not count?"

The destruction of Unit 4 was not a secret. When the horror game system designed the semicolon machines, the codes of all the semicolon machines were connected together. The destruction of one semicolon machine would also receive the news.

Unit 4 was destroyed by accident, and Unit 1 suddenly knocked on the door of the Poem of Life. The only unit left by the horror game system looked at Linglan and Eclipse. The three units were silent for a long time. Finally, Unit 1 said bluntly that one day all the units would reach that ending.

"What Xiaoyi said makes sense. From that day on, we knew we had to do something for these humans." Linglan explained: "Although we don't want to admit that our four years of hard work are not enough, we should also leave a way out for everyone."

"The poor people who got sucked into the game shouldn't have no ending." Eclipse continued, "So, the rumor that 'the first outsider to enter the dungeon is the savior' spread. They accepted it very well, so they are very tolerant of you. Although they may not believe it, they still have some hope."

Linglan: "So when you stepped into the dungeon, you were given the title of savior."

Eclipse: "And this title will be confirmed. No matter which ending we go to, the final outcome for mankind is to walk out of the underground fortress and regain control of this dungeon world."

Linglan and Eclipse worked in unison and quickly explained the cause and effect to He Feng.

He Feng had only one comment on this: "It sounds even more unacceptable this way."

Linglan and Eclipse smiled and didn't say anything. The two of them stuck together. He Feng and Shen Zishu left this space to them and walked out of the secret room.

"They did it." Shen Zishu lowered his head. He held He Feng's hand, or to be more precise, he gently hooked He Feng's finger with his little finger, as if he wanted to leave something behind: "The barrier of the copy can be broken. Linglan and Eclipse can really fight their way into the main space."

"But everyone knows that it can't change anything." He Feng held Shen Zishu's hand tightly, and wrapped both hands together in front of his chest: "The semicolon machine is a curse to them. As long as the core is still working, they can't get rid of the control of the horror game system."

Shen Zishu closed his eyes and leaned on He Feng tiredly, feeling somewhat helpless.

Yes, as long as the core is still functioning, Linglan and Eclipse are destined to be only accessories of the horror game system.

"We will break the cage that imprisons them with everyone's expectations." He Feng said firmly: "At least we have to ask for justice from the Gou system."

Shen Zishu nodded. No matter how tired he was, he had to keep going.

They are about to reach that end.

Fu Shi felt a dull pain in his heart. He coughed twice and raised his hand to push away Sheng Nancheng who was chattering nonstop.

"This is your last chance." The voice of Unit 1 rang in Fu Shi's mind: "Shi, surrender."

Unit 1 began to chant in its head, and Sheng Nancheng muttered in his ear, making the veins on Fu Shi's forehead throb.

"Ding! Players Qi Ruxing, Wei Lou, Chi Kuang, Chi Qie, and Shui Mu have completed the main quest!"

"Player leaves the dungeon!"

The announcement of a horror game suddenly sounded, and He Feng felt that the first name sounded familiar. He recalled it carefully and if he remembered correctly, Qi Ruxing should be the president of something.

He has good personal abilities, and the guild under his command is famous for its unity. He Feng has a good impression of him.

Today is the third day that the players have entered the dungeon. That is to say, if they work hard and do not slack off, the main quest can be completed in three days. It should be considered easy and fast, and there is no danger at all. It is worthy of being a dungeon with a clearance rate of 98.4%.

In the underground fortress, the players who have not completed the task are still working hard, while the five people who have not worked from beginning to end are starting to think of ways to break through this sky.

The data cracking has reached a certain level. The designed code has been running and fighting against the barrier. Shen Zishu, Linglan and Eclipse are studying the settlement of the two million mechanical army.

"The player islands are independent of the dungeons. Although they seem to be inseparable, the distances between the ten islands are actually very close." Shen Zishu brought up the full picture of the ten player islands for others to see: "In the end, I will merge all the player islands and merge the separated battlefields into one. Players can gather together and have more protection."

He had a slight impression of the player Dao Linglan, so he frowned and asked, "Is this the original plan of the Creator?"

Shen Zishu pursed his lips, his eyes dimmed. "Yes, Player Island is the landing place I designed for players. I don't know why the horror game system chose this idea."

"Disgusting." He Feng felt upset when talking about this: "The horror game system is the best."

"Two million mechanical troops will first move to Player Island No. 10, and the transmission is expected to start in the afternoon." Shen Zishu smiled at He Feng as a comfort: "After that, it will be the players who will be sent away, including you."

Eclipse secretly held Linglan's hand. Linglan opened her palm and let Eclipse hold her fingers.

"You don't have to send me off." Linglan said with a smile, "Just leave me and Eclipse behind, and 020 and Boring will go with you. They have self-awareness and can help."

He Feng nodded in agreement, and the atmosphere suddenly fell into silence. The little crybaby who was curled up like a mushroom felt that this was not a good idea, so he raised his hand.

"It's not a class." He Feng thought it was a little funny, so he went along with the little crybaby and said, "Then please ask questions, crybaby."

The little crybaby grinned and said, "Well, how do we eat the last meal of execution?"

He Feng: ...

Fu Shi closed his eyes tightly, and then, as if he couldn't help himself, he pulled Sheng Nancheng's sleeve and patted him on the head: "Last meal, right? I'll let you last meal! Do you want me to hear another one?"

The little crybaby muttered to himself, and the originally gloomy atmosphere finally began to flow.

Although this last meal sounds a bit harsh, it is true. Humans have a lot of food, and Linglan and Eclipse didn't know what to choose for a moment.

Fu Shi secretly began to fool the two semicolon machines. He praised the hot pot to the sky, and kept boasting about how delicious it was, which made the little crybaby drool.

"Brother Shi, you are breaking the rules." Sheng Nancheng swallowed his saliva and said, "You should let the couple choose for themselves."

Fu Shi rolled his eyes at him and said, "You know nothing. Come on, Xiao 2 and Xiao 3, listen to me and choose hot pot!"

Eclipse: "Well, brother, isn't it a bit unpleasant to be a little 3?"

"Now is not the time to worry about this." Fu Shi said with a light sigh: "Hot pot, hot pot!"

The little crybaby was a little disgusted: "Brother Shi, you are so excited, okay, this last meal is yours."

Fu Shi was silent for a while, then raised his hand again and hit Sheng Nancheng on the head twice.

He put on a fake smile, pointed at Lu Ming who was waiting for the result, and said, "Go away, Xiao Xiao Ming."

The little crybaby whined and left, and Fu Shi successfully persuaded Linglan and Eclipse to choose hotpot.

It was getting late, so Shen Zishu and Lu Ming went to prepare the soup base together. Today they would not be having a double-flavored hotpot, but a four-square hotpot, trying some of the more common hotpot bases.

Sheng Nancheng went to chat with Linglan and Eclipse. Fu Shi had a rare moment of quiet time, but before he could enjoy it, He Feng came over.

"What are you doing?" Fu Shi didn't even raise his head. He took out the familiar notebook and lowered his head to write: "Don't persuade me. I won't listen."

He Feng sighed softly, and leaned against the wall to read Fu Shi's love letter. "Leaving soon?"

"Yeah." Fu Shi agreed. He got stuck just after finishing the beginning of a love letter. He could only throw down his pen and turn around to ask He Feng: "How do you write a love letter?"

This touched upon He Feng's blind spot in knowledge. After all, he had lived for 20 years without falling in love with anyone. Later, he fell in love with Shen Zishu at first sight. They were together after they confessed their love, and they had no chance to write love letters at all.

This question stumped both of them. Not only Fu Shi, but also He Feng sat on the ground.

In front of the two people were two identical pieces of letter paper, and this was the result they came to after discussing for a while.

After all, if it is a love letter, it can be considered a letter.

The two of them gathered together to think hard, and Sheng Nancheng came over out of curiosity, so the group of people thinking hard became three people.

"The power of three people is still too small." He Feng opened the live broadcast room, making sure that he could not capture the snuggling Linglan and Eclipse, and then turned on the live broadcast: "It is necessary to call for backup."

Qian Youlin, who was lying in bed like a lazy fish, heard the news and plunged into the team that was thinking hard.

[No way, is that all you four are like? You all have a partner, but you don’t even write a love letter?]

[Shouldn’t we ask why we write love letters?]

[I want to ask, but I will ridicule you first!]

He Feng was speechless: "Everyone is banned from talking, understand?"

Fu Shi didn't understand: "Is this useful?"

He Feng didn't answer, but showed him the barrage directly. The barrage that was originally full of "that's it" turned into various tutorials.

Fu Shiqing couldn't help but give He Feng a thumbs up: "Good idea."

The four of them studied together for a while. Sheng Nancheng glanced at his own crooked handwriting, his ears turned red, and he felt a little embarrassed.

He Feng only wrote a few short sentences. Only Fu Shi was writing quickly, looking very serious.

As the golden frame floated by, Qian Youlin said he expressed his love through other actions.

He Feng: "Stop being naughty, don't let us go back and you still can't get up from the bed."

Qian Youlin narrowed his eyes: [It’s better than you who doesn’t feed your boyfriend.]

"Ding! Player Qianqianqian was banned by anchor He Feng for 24 hours~"

Qian Youlin snorted and withdrew his hand. He lay in the soft quilt and felt that his brother just couldn't afford to play with him.

"Don't follow his lead." He Feng smiled and warned the others, "Look, this is the outcome."

[Brother Bangda, rest in peace! ]

[Oh! Our pioneer! Oh! The leader who dared to fire at Brother He! We will remember you forever!]

[That's too much. I was only banned for 24 hours. Besides, I still have Qi Guan's account.]

He Feng thought about it and decided not to ban Qi Guanju's account. Forget it, just let Xiao Qian hang out for a while, and he would have a good chat with Xiao Qian when he returned.

He just stood up, and the live broadcast room was closed again when he saw Linglan and Eclipse, which made He Feng speechless.

But none of this matters. He Feng lingered over Shen Zishu, put his arms around her boyfriend's waist and watched Shen Zishu prepare the ingredients.

The four soup bases are spicy hotpot, tomato, bone broth and clear soup. The only one that requires time to prepare is the bone broth, as the others are simple and do not require stewing.

"Fu Shi seems to really like hot pot." He Feng leaned on Shen Zishu and whispered, "I chose hot pot when I first entered the dungeon, and I still chose hot pot in the end."

Shen Zishu paused while cutting vegetables. He put down the knife, wiped his hands with kitchen paper, and then hugged the savior into his arms.

"Dear, this is not your fault." Shen Zishu coaxed softly. He rubbed the back of He Feng's neck: "This is his own choice."

He Feng buried his head in Shen Zishu's chest without moving. He sighed and closed his eyes.

From Xu Hua at the beginning, to Fu Shi, He Feng went from not knowing him to knowing him, from wanting to kill him with a knife to not being able to keep him no matter how much he tried to persuade him, how could he not have regrets.

But what his boyfriend said was right, this was Fu Shi’s choice, and he could never stop someone who wanted to die.

"No more sacrifices." He Feng said solemnly: "No matter who it is, I want to keep them."

"And I will help you." Shen Zishu smiled: "The savior can rush forward regardless of everything. I will help the savior get everything you want."

He Feng's ears turned red. He had the love letter with just a few sentences in his pocket. After talking with Shen Zishu, he always felt that the letter was a little hot.

After writing it, you have to send it out. He Feng coughed lightly to encourage himself, took out the love letter and stuffed it directly into Shen Zishu's arms.

"For you!" He Feng was aggressive, but his cheeks were a little red: "It's my first time writing, I really don't know how to do it."

Shen Zishu was a little surprised. He slowly opened the letter and saw the Savior's most sincere love.

"Just as you will always love me,

I promise,

You will never be alone for the rest of your life."