I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Chapter 223 Mingde Juku High School 37

Song Guicheng asked Xiaohua to face the wall while he took out a set of clothes from the box in the room. It was an oversized and loose black and gray striped T-shirt, and gray drawstring wide-leg pants, both of which were dirt-resistant and comfortable.

He pulled his collar back to prevent it from falling down. Then he thought of something and took out a clean piece of draft paper.

"Mom, can I turn back now?" Xiaohua sat with her back to Song Guicheng, kneeling down obediently. "I haven't seen Mom's face clearly yet."

Song Guicheng lifted her up gently and said, "It's ok, Xiaohua, come back."

When Xiaohua turned around, a paper rabbit jumped in front of her. It had a round mouth and a round body, and its eyes were dotted with black pen. It looked very cute.

"Wow!" Xiaohua rushed over in surprise, her eyes sparkling, "Mom, it's a rabbit!"

Xiaohua has grown a lot bigger. Before, it was only two-thirds the size of Song Guicheng's palm, but now it can fill the entire palm when it lies down.

Her hair, facial features, and skin became more and more like those of a living person, and felt real and delicate, except that she had no breath and no temperature.

The weight has also changed. Before, she was so light that people could hardly feel her presence. Now Song Guicheng is holding her up, and one can clearly feel the pressure of his palm.

Xiaohua touched the rabbit's head and looked around, asking, "Mom, where is this?"

Song Guicheng briefly explained to her everything that had happened since he came out of the "Happy Hotel" copy. It sounded weird and bizarre even when he said it himself, but is there anything more absurd than the Soul Tracking Game itself?

After listening to this, Xiaohua tilted her head and asked, "I see, Mom, you are looking for Dad, right?"

Song Guicheng tapped her little nose and said, "Yes, Xiaohua."

"We have to check the room again before the snow blocks the road, otherwise we may not be able to go back." Song Guicheng stretched out his hand towards Xiaohua.

Everything in the bedroom was back to normal, the bloodstained curtains, the damp floor, the flying draft paper, just like when he first came in. But the narrow room was no longer so crowded, and standing in the middle alone, it actually felt a little empty.

Song Guicheng was slightly distracted. The cold wind outside the window lifted the white hair on his temples, passed by his handsome face, and the hair fell in front of Xiaohua.

Xiaohua grabbed his long hair, was silent for a moment, and asked, "Mom, did the snow turn your hair white?"

She felt her mother's hair was very cold. In fact, not only her hair, but even her mother's hands were not as warm as before. Her mother was as pale as the snow outside the house, and it seemed that she would melt when the sun came out.

Xiaohua was shocked by her own thoughts. She shuddered and followed Song Guicheng's hand to climb onto his shoulder. She lay on his neck and rubbed his neck like she used to. She felt at ease only when she was with her mother.

Song Guicheng felt Xiaohua's dependence and touched his head: "It's not white because of the snow, it's white because of the hair dye."

The joke was dull. Song Guicheng tried to smile by pulling the corners of his mouth, but found that he couldn't force a smile no matter what.

He survived, and his hair grew back as his body recovered, all the way down to his ankles. At the same time, the loss of his original power also showed symptoms on him.

Song Guicheng picked up a strand of white hair and couldn't help but wonder what he would become when all his power disappeared. Would he scare Xiaohua?

He glanced sideways and watched Xiaohua playing with the paper rabbit with great interest, but there were some things he didn't say in the end.

Although separation is something that will come eventually, there is no need for her to panic now. There is still some time left for them to spend a long time together.

The snow outside the window was falling non-stop. I wonder if it meant anything. Song had to hurry back home.

"Xiaohua," Song Guicheng pointed to the wooden boards covering the window and said, "Help mom to remove those boards. Mom will go outside to take a look."

"I guarantee to complete the mission!" Xiaohua slid down Song Guicheng's thigh, ran to the window in a few steps, grabbed the wooden board with her small hands, and then lifted it up with force. "Click", the wooden board cracked and fell to the ground and broke into several pieces.

Song Guicheng was stunned. He wiped the non-existent sweat from his head and felt guilty for employing child labor.

After he told Xiaohua to be careful, he walked towards the main room. Although light from outside could penetrate into the main room, it was even colder than the rooms inside.

Song Guicheng walked towards the statue enshrined in the corner of the main room with a clear goal. The tentacles that attacked them came from outside the door. They should not have violated any rules in the house, but ghosts could invade without restrictions.

Who breaks through the limitations for them?

Song Guicheng squatted down and looked into the shrine. He was stunned for a moment because he only saw two thin halves of something unknown. The thing was cracked, and Song Guicheng guessed that he had split it with a dagger.

He unabashedly reached for it, took it out, and put the two halves together.

Unexpectedly, it was not something rare, but a... mirror.

The mirror surface is clean and bright, and when it is closed, you can't even see the crack in the middle, but it can't reflect anything, not even a residual image.

The smooth mirror surface feels delicate yet cold, so cold that it reminds people of the glaciers beneath the Antarctic waters, deep, piercing and inscrutable.

This feeling was too familiar and almost instantly grabbed Song Guicheng's heart, making his empty heart hurt like being pricked by a needle.

Song Guicheng held the mirror and stood there in a daze. For some reason, he had a feeling that it was as expected - Song Yujie had really chased him here.

But at the same time, I felt unbelievable - he actually chased me here.

why?

Why are you pursuing him so relentlessly?

Why must he be the one?

With Song Yujie's strength, whether as a human or as a god, whatever he wants can be easily obtained.

It goes without saying that money, power and status; strength, life and time are also readily available to him.

As long as it is within the rules that restrict him, there is nothing he cannot do. Even if it takes another 20 years to create a "Song Guicheng", it would not be difficult.

But why did Song Yujie have to spend so much effort to pursue him?

Song Guicheng was not naive enough to think that it was because of love or emotion.

If Song Yujie really had these two things, he would not be playing with him like a mouse in a maze, watching him hit the wall and get hurt, and calmly recording it on the side.

Song Guicheng covered his eyes, trying to stop the sadness from surging in his blood.

This sadness did not come from his emotions, but from his physiology and blood relationship, and he could not accept this betrayal. The more he went against him, the clearer the memory of their intimacy and dependence on each other became.

"What do you want..." Song Guicheng muttered to himself, a tear seeped out from between his fingers and fell on the mirror, "No matter what it is, I'm willing to give it to you as long as I find Wu Zhi."

Song Guicheng felt that he was extremely selfish.

He was obsessed with wanting to possess something, so he desperately pulled at the sleeve of eternity. Eternity really stayed for him as he expected, so order was destroyed and disaster came.

What on earth is he doing?

What is so necessary that it is worth sacrificing the hopes and even lives of so many people?

"As long as I find Wu Zhi and eternity returns to its track, I don't want anything, no matter what."

The snow outside the window was falling silently. I wonder if anyone heard his whisper.

Xiaohua leaned against the door frame, looking at her mother's pale and frail back, tears welling up in her eyes: "Mom, what's the difference between you and God..."

To the players, he tries his best to lend a helping hand; to the ghosts, he seeks the truth and makes up for his regrets.

He is an ordinary man, but he already has the heart of a god. He has every reason to be a villain, but he still embraces the world tenderly.

Xiaohua thought that if a god became a human, he might not be able to do better than him.

He is more worthy of being called God than many gods.