MM Racing Chapter 242 Wu'an City 16: Huanhuan
Chapter 242 Wu'an City 16: Huanhuan
"Here." Unit 5 pointed to its mechanical head: "The core is here."
He Feng responded and patted Unit 5 on the head: "Look at the sky again."
Unit 5 responded softly: "Okay~"
It turned around awkwardly to see the most beautiful view in its life.
The fiery red sunset was no longer difficult to look at. Shen Zishu stood beside Unit 5 and also looked at the distant sky.
Unit 5 subconsciously stretched out its robotic arm, perhaps because it felt that this was a bit too much, and it tried to put its arm down awkwardly, but was firmly grasped by Shen Zishu.
Shen Zishu didn't say anything. He didn't even turn his head to look at Unit 5. He just held the mechanical hand of Unit 5 tightly.
The orange-red light fell into his eyes. Unit 5 took a quick glance and then looked away guiltily.
It really doesn't understand what the host is thinking. How can it hate such a good creator?
Little 5 didn't understand. It shook its head and admired the sunset in front of it again.
The sun seems to have gone down a little bit! The light makes the yellow roof bright! It looks beautiful!
Unit 5 was thinking happily, when Dawn suddenly penetrated Unit 5's entire mechanical head from behind. The little robot felt no discomfort, but lost all power almost instantly.
Unit 5 was destroyed, leaving only four units of the Horror Game System remaining.
In the Player Island, Shen Zhu in the main space slumped down in a chair, his head lowered, not knowing what he was thinking.
Unit 1 was lying quietly on the ground not far away.
Good news, this time the host just picked it up from the air and then dropped it on the ground.
Bad news, Xiao 5 is dead, and the two types of emotional values of the host are rising, and it may be kicked to pieces.
The two emotions that are rising are anger and doubt.
How ridiculous! There was no sadness. The host had listed Unit 5 as the most dangerous one from the very beginning, and he had abandoned Unit 5 long ago.
But even if there is sadness, what can I do?
The host's sadness was only short-lived. Compared to sadness, the host was more angry. Angry at how He Feng and Shen Zishu could force their way into the copy that he had urgently shut down. Angry at why Xiao 5 was destroyed and why he didn't fight back to death. Angry at why it could only broadcast and could not do anything else.
But didn't you stop all my other programs?
Unit 1 wanted to laugh more and more, but its emotional program showed no signs of being triggered. It lay on the ground, laughing at the loneliness of the host machine.
In the end, you are the only one left.
That’s great.
It stayed with the host for a long time and learned to hate without any instruction.
Hatred will destroy the host, whether it is its hatred, the hatred of the semicolon machines, or the host's own hatred, it will destroy the host.
Unit 1 thought about it and wanted to turn over, but it didn't know what went wrong and it couldn't move.
None of that mattered.
Unit 1 thought indifferently.
Shen Zhu suddenly moved. He stood up from his chair, walked to Unit 1, raised his foot, and stomped on Unit 1 to pieces, in order to express his emotions.
His expression gradually became ferocious, and he began to curse and howl, until he had vented all his anger and then left.
Ah - I really should take a picture of it and show it to him.
Unit 1 thought, its processor flickering faintly.
There was nothing like a gem among the broken parts on the ground.
Unit 1 yawned with its processor, waiting for the robotic arm to come and restore it.
I hope the day when I can backstab the host comes soon.
In the copy, Fan Cheng yawned lazily. He rubbed his shoulder and felt a little pain.
After Unit 5 was destroyed by He Feng, the blue-purple flame came out diligently and ate up the pile of scrap metal, while Shen Zishu was hugged by He Feng, which made Fan Cheng feel jealous.
cut.
cut!
Fan Cheng took out a notebook, turned to a new page and began to complain about the two people in the air.
He wrote an entire page in an eloquent manner, and after writing the last word, he put a period with satisfaction. He lowered his head slightly and then raised it again, and began to look at the words carefully.
He Feng's live broadcast room was reopened after the Nine-Day Dark Night Glazed Mysterious Fire devoured all the scrap metal. The audience that poured in looked at the two people hugging each other and had no idea what was going on.
Shen Zishu buried his head in the crook of He Feng's neck. He had nothing to say, but he felt a little blocked in his chest.
He Feng hugged him tightly and patted Shen Zishu's back gently.
He knew what Shen Zishu was thinking, and he was thinking about the same question.
Unit 8 who has returned to the right path, Unit 6 who is puzzled, Unit 7 who is in despair, Unit 9 who wants to truly live together, and Unit 5 who is afraid of the dark.
They have their own thoughts and feelings, and like those clones, they can be considered as lives.
So what does the horror game system regard life as?
"Thank goodness the Gou system is such a stupid thing." He Feng couldn't help but sigh, "This is how I can stick to my ideas so confidently."
Shen Zishu couldn't help but burst out laughing. He rubbed He Feng's neck and hummed softly.
The platform beneath them disappeared, and Shen Zishu slowly flew to the ground holding He Feng, just in time to see Fan Cheng who was writing furiously.
He Feng was helpless: "Brother, is it necessary to chase me so closely?"
"You don't understand." Fan Cheng was doing two things at once, writing and complaining, "If I just stay still, it will annoy me to death."
"Then you still..." Looking at Fan Cheng's rather ugly face, He Feng always felt that it was irritating: "There's no need to be like this. We're old acquaintances, and you're still doing this."
"You don't understand again." Fan Cheng wrote the last word and put a period again: "Do you know that my face is wanted?"
"Hmm?" He Feng really didn't understand: "What wanted notice?"
"Hmm." Fan Cheng, who wanted to change people, stopped immediately. He waved his hand to show that it was all child's play. "That young lady, after knowing that I was a liar, she offered a huge reward for my head. To be honest, those small fry are not worth my attention. It's just so annoying. They are all like flies flying around in front of my eyes. It's better to wear someone else's skin to feel more comfortable."
"Oh." He Feng let out a long "oh" and raised his head and said, "Why don't you just kill them? Didn't you claim to have massacred a guild?"
"Is it my fault? They tied me up..." Fan Cheng, who was almost dying, braked suddenly. He rolled his eyes at He Feng and said, "You want to trick me, right? No way!"
"I think you're really not good at talking." He Feng said with a smile. He took the sign away and prepared to go with Shen Zishu to see what the city looks like. "Okay, you take a rest, we'll go check it out."
Fan Cheng waved his hand, signaling the two people to leave quickly.
The audience in the live broadcast room also noticed something and started chattering about it.
[This person is Shishi, right? Right? Right?]
[It should be him. He was writing furiously in 499, but I don’t know what he was writing. Now he is writing again. It must be him.]
[I’m happy. So now Shishi is with Brother He?]
"No." He Feng replied: "The little crybaby cried and threw a tantrum, but he couldn't bring anyone back."
[! Shocked! His reputation as a crybaby has suffered!]
[I am dying of laughter, crying and throwing a tantrum at the same time, what kind of description is that! The crybaby didn’t throw a tantrum.]
[Oh, by the way, Crybaby and Bitterface entered a high-level dungeon, which was a maze, and then, every time there was a fork in the road, Crybaby made the choice, and Bitterface let it go. As a result, Crybaby's skills were flying all over the place. These two people, really.]
[Just now Hege's live broadcast room was closed, I took a look, and I felt that choosing the wrong path was not a big deal, after all, even if he encountered a monster, Crybaby looked very happy.]
[. It was more than just fun. My ears hurt from the explosion of that skill. I don’t know how Bitter Melon Face could stand it.]
"Just spoil him with that bitter face." He Feng laughed and commented sharply: "Is this what it means to be a henpecked husband? I'm learning from you."
He was happily chatting with the people in the live broadcast room, and Shen Zishu was also happily listening with his arm around his waist. The two of them strolled into the city, and when they saw clearly the environment they were in, He Feng couldn't laugh anymore.
Isn’t this a fucking dead city!
Look at this dilapidated gap! There is also one in the dead city!
The only difference might be that the houses in the dead city are more modern, but the overall layout is exactly the same!
"What the hell." He Feng frowned. He observed the stalls on both sides of the street and even found the place where he bought the rabbit candy man. "Is it really plagiarism?"
Shen Zishu also frowned. If what Qin Sheng said was true, the Wu'an City copy was only four and a half years old, and the Dead City was founded five years ago, then this place now has indeed copied the layout of the Dead City.
But why.
If Xiao Yunzhou knew the same thing as they did, he should not have chosen to stay in such a place.
It should be a magnificent house that can accommodate him, how can he stay in such a shabby place?
He Feng and Shen Zishu looked at each other, then they both went on alert and began searching the area.
Very good, there really is no human figure to be seen, not even a ghost.
He Feng looked at the images captured by the camera and was somewhat puzzled.
With a clearance rate of 6.4%, there should be a lot of souls trapped here. If there are none, then where are those souls?
He Feng didn't quite understand, so he decided to go to the palace. Shen Zishu thought the same as he did, and the two of them walked towards the palace in the distance.
They crossed the street they were currently on and saw a wooden frame in the middle of the street behind them. A man was tied to the frame. The man had his head lowered and did not react at all to the arrival of outsiders.
He Feng immediately thought of the prime minister who was tortured to death with more than 3000 cuts. He carefully recalled the prime minister's name and shouted with confidence, "Xu Chuan?"
Barrage:……
[Xu Ge! That’s Xu Ge!]
[I am going to die of laughter here today. Who on earth is Xu Chuan? Brother He, you really can’t remember any names!]
[The first burst of laughter today was from He Ge. Seeing He Ge thinking so seriously, I thought he would finally remember the name this time.]
"Oh, Xu Ge and Xu Chuan are similar." He Feng waved his hand: "They both have 'boat'! They are pretty much the same."
Shen Zishu pursed his lips, trying not to smile too obviously.
Just because he had a sense of crisis didn't mean the audience did too. They just started laughing at He Feng one by one. There were more than 100,000 spectators, but no one felt any danger.
[Hahahahaha! I am dying of laughter! It is almost the same! Don’t you agree? He Shu!]
[How dare you! This is our He Lin! What He Shu! Go away!]
[Hey, those of you who don’t know the host’s name, please exit the live broadcast room! The host’s name is clearly He Yang!]
[You guys are really brave, but I am different from you. I will always be a fan of Fei Feng! ]
He Feng: ...
He smiled, raised his hand and muted everyone. He hadn't activated the gift reward function yet, so all the channels for the audience to speak out were blocked by him.
The audience did not get angry, they just quit and found the people from the extermination organization and began to instill the new knowledge they had learned.
Qian Youlin became Qian Sailin, and Qi Guanju became Qi Guanrui. Both were forced to change their names and were confused. They had no idea what was going on.
At the same time, there was also an obvious tremor in Shengnancheng’s live broadcast room.
The little crybaby who was originally preparing to board the plane with a crow looked up and found that he had turned into Sheng Shuangsheng. He looked puzzled and stopped making gestures. He was about to ask Lu Ming when he saw that the live broadcast room had already given Lu Ming a name.
Luo Yun.
Don't say it, really don't say it.
It sounds nice.
"From today on, Luo Yun is my partner!" Sheng Nancheng put his hands on his hips and said excitedly: "Hahahahahaha!"
Although some people in Lu Ming's live broadcast room were giving him names, none of them were like "Luo Yun". When he heard Sheng Nancheng say this, he didn't react. He frowned and grabbed the person into his arms.
But before he could open his mouth, Sheng Nancheng directly explained: "It's you! It's you, it's you! Luo Yun is the name they gave you!"
Lu Ming: ...
The little crybaby touched Lu Ming's cheek with a smile, and he jumped out to ask the audience what was going on.
[Then we have to ask about the similarities between Xu Ge and Xu Chuan.]
[Hahahahahahahaha! Thanks to Brother He for teaching us a new way to come up with nicknames! Goodbye Huanhuan! We’re leaving!]
Sheng Huan Huan Nan Cheng Le He: "Bye bye bye."
The audience came and went quickly, and in a short while, they conquered all the members of the family-annihilation organization and hurried back to He Feng's live broadcast room.
He Feng was checking Xu Ge's status. Seeing that the number of people in the live broadcast room had risen back to over 100,000, he snorted coldly: "Are you back after harassing others?"
The audience who were banned from speaking were furious. What is harassment? They didn't like to hear this and suggested that He Ge should rephrase it.
Xu Ge hung his head on the wooden rack. Unlike what Wu Tong said, Xu Ge's body was intact. Not only was there no sign of lingchi, there was not even any sign of being tied up.
Something isn't quite right.
He Feng straightened his back, circled Xu Ge twice, and even stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers twice in front of Xu Ge, but Xu Ge still didn't move at all, as if he was dead.
It shouldn't be.
He Feng was puzzled. With 3000 knives, he would at least be cut into a skeleton, right?