Every day the puppet is playing dead

Ah, this is really...

It was too easy to choose.

Chong Yu raised his eyes and looked at Yuan Wuxin in front of him, feeling an impulse in his heart, ready to move.

Does this still need to be selected?

If it is necessary to choose a teammate, there is no doubt that he should choose the "white-haired man".

If he had to choose to sow dissension, he should undoubtedly choose the "white-haired man".

Chongyu wanted to laugh, but he didn't know if it was because his body was a puppet. He tried several times, but his stiff face still couldn't pull out a smile.

The two men in front of them were all staring at the puppet, and they watched the puppet, not letting go of any changes in the puppet.

Chong Yu turned her head and looked at the white-haired man standing beside her.

And Chong Yu's actions, in the eyes of others, naturally have a different meaning.

"I didn't expect that Eleven in this seat really likes you."

Yuan Wuxin saw the puppet turning his head, he said this in an unclear tone, then raised his hand, touched the puppet's cheek, and sighed,

"This seat is not a beauty that cannot be grown up..."

Yuan Wuxin didn't want to say the latter words, but when he was about to withdraw his hand, he didn't expect that when his hand moved, the puppet immediately pushed Yuan Wuxin's hand back.

Under Yuan Wuxin's surprised gaze, Chong Yu tightly held Yuan Wuxin's hand, and rubbed it against his cheek. Then, he bent his eyebrows and tried to smile at Yuan Wuxin.

This final choice is self-evident.

The expression of the white-haired man at the side instantly became strange, and the corners of his mouth twitched faintly.

In this scene, it seemed that he was a third party who was about to step in.

"really interesting."

Yuan Wuxin looked at Chong Yu with helpless eyes, as if he was looking at a child making trouble for no reason.

He moved his fingers and lifted the broken hair around Chongyu's ears, with a gentle expression:

"Well, I can only accept it."

Chong Yu lowered her eyes meekly, putting on an appearance of trusting and relying on Yuan Wuxin wholeheartedly.

In fact, Chong Yu didn't believe in Yuan Wuxin.

He wanted...to sever ties with Yuan Wuxin completely.

That being the case, he needs to stay by Yuan Wuxin's side and catch Yuan Wuxin's weakness.

Falling in love and killing each other, that's all.

Thinking of this, Chong Yu couldn't help grinding his teeth.

"...He shouldn't have chosen you."

The white-haired man looked at Chong Yu with blue eyes, and he frowned slightly, his tone bewildered and puzzled.

"He is the puppet eleven of this seat, and this seat is his 'master'. He is not the person in your mind."

Yuan Wuxin seemed to be in a good mood now, and while helping to straighten the puppet's collar, he stopped back with the words of the white-haired man.

The white-haired man's complexion suddenly turned dark.

Listening to the conversation between the two, Chongyu felt strange.

The more I listened to what the two said, the more I felt that the two of them regarded him as a substitute for "someone"?

Just when Chongyu started to think, his jaw was suddenly grabbed by Yuan Wuxin.

Yuan Wuxin raised Chongyu's chin, looked carefully at Chongyu's eyes, and asked:

"The news about the wick of the glazed louver lamp, is it true?"

The white-haired man's expression softened slightly, he nodded:

"Yes, that lamp is indeed in Lingxian Pavilion."

"Ah, that's good, Eleven's eyes finally settled."

Yuan Wuxin still spoke so softly, he looked at the puppet in his hand very strangely, as if he was looking at the puppet in front of him, but he didn't seem to see it.

"Eleven, come, call me 'Master'."

Yuan Wuxin suddenly changed the topic again, and said to Chong Yu in a coaxing tone.

Chong Yu: "..."

Crazy, whoever wants to call him.

"...If I'm not mistaken, Eleven, did you roll your eyes just now?"

"Enough, Yuan Wuxin, how do you want to make things difficult for him?"

The white-haired man couldn't stand it anymore, he stepped forward and took Yuan Wuxin's hand off Chong Yu's chin,

"Eleven is only a little sane now. He is now comparable to an eight or nine-year-old child. Why do you always force him?"

"Because he is a hypocrite, how does this seat know, is he pretending now?"

Yuan Wuxin said quietly, then he glanced at the puppet meaningfully, and said,

"Well, Eleven, what do you want to do now?"

There are many things Chongyu wants to do.

For example, killing Yuan Wuxin to death, for example escaping from here immediately, for example, he will go back to his rental house after sleeping, but unfortunately, none of these can be realized.

But... Chongyu found that the white-haired man's words seemed to imply something.

If everyone thinks that he is only at the intelligence level of eight or nine years old, then it should be understandable for him to do something out of line, right?

Chong Yu raised his head and looked up at the giant tree covering the sky and the sun not far away. Then, under Yuan Wuxin's gaze, he thought for a while, and then held Yuan Wuxin's hand.

This action naturally startled everyone present, and Chong Yu could feel the tense and loosen of the arm muscles under his palm.

It seems that Yuan Wuxin is not the gentle appearance he pretended on the surface.

Chong Yu cursed in her heart.

Under the unbelievable eyes of the white-haired man, Chongyu pretended to be calm, and he pulled Yuan Wuxin to walk directly under the giant tree together.

The reason why Chongyu chose to do this was because he had a question when he woke up from the very beginning——

Who is he?

The giant tree hangs above the cliff, and there is a small mountain spring winding down beside it, converging into a small pool of water at the bottom of the cliff.

Although there is no mirror here, the reflection can be seen more or less in the pool water.

Yuan Wuxin kept staring at the puppet, and when the puppet stood by the pool and showed a puzzled expression towards the bottomless water, Yuan Wuxin couldn't help being amused:

"You want to see your own face?"

Chong Yu was annoyed for a while, and finally nodded.

Mistake, not all water can reflect human faces, if the pool water is too clear, it will look like nothing.

This stupid move seemed to unravel Yuan Wuxin's knot by accident. He smiled, and under Chongyu's curious gaze, he stretched out his hand to make a gesture, and then a mirror made of condensed water vapor rose from the surface of the water.

Chong Yu couldn't wait to look up, but when he saw the face inside, he was shocked for a while——

Isn't this his face?

When I first played the game, in the character creation stage, in addition to the random talent, the initial interface also required face pinching.

In order to save trouble, Chongyu casually uploaded his ID photo for the game to model.

So, now, the face used by this body is Chong Yu's fine-tuned face.

The facial features of the young man in the mirror are all too familiar to Chong Yu, even younger and more refined than Chong Yu in real life, with handsome eyebrows, elegant features, and an indifferent expression.

And now, I don't know if it's because of his death, his current appearance looks a little dull and dull, and even reveals a sense of inorganic inhumanity.

so? !

Chong Yu tried to understand the logic inside——

He is in the game, already dead.

The kind of death that is so thorough that the corpse is all torn apart.

Then Yuan Wuxin heck, got his head back and made a puppet.

Now, he has time-traveled, transmigrated into the game, and even transmigrated into a puppet made of his own corpse.

Life is better than death.

This is called life is better than death.

Frustrated, Chongyu squatted down by the pool water in a daze.

"What's up with him?"

Yuan Wuxin watched the movements of the puppet, and asked the white-haired man in the original place suspiciously.

The white-haired man replied angrily:

"Oh, he is ugly by himself."

Chong Yu: "..."

Yuan Wuxin: "..."

Yuan Wuxin squatted down, stretched out a hand, curiously poked the cheek of the puppet who had just opened his mind, and asked:

"What are you thinking?"

Chong Yu raised his eyes and looked at Yuan Wuxin in front of him with complicated eyes.

If it is confirmed that he is now a character in the game, he really can't figure out why Yuan Wuxin wants to resurrect him.

It's better to just let the bones be ashes.

You know, in the game, he and Yuan Wuxin are real rivals, and the two have killed each other time and time again.

What he did was even worse, because he really wanted to kill Yuan Wuxin, and once kicked Yuan Wuxin into the way of the underworld.

Huangquan Road, just like its name, ordinary people enter, that is, there will be no return.

Chongyu didn't know how Yuan Wuxin got out of Huangquan Dao. Looking at Yuan Wuxin's current appearance, he might have had an adventure in Huangquan Dao.

Thinking of this, Chong Yu acted like a ghost, he stretched out his hand, dipped his finger in a little pool water, and then gently wiped the red mark under the corner of Yuan Wuxin's eye.

Can't be wiped off.

"bang"

In the next second, Chong Yu felt a strong impact on his chest, and without noticing it, he flew out like a kite with a broken string, gliding in mid-air with an arc.

Since the incident happened suddenly, no one expected Yuan Wuxin to launch a sudden attack, so no one was able to react.

By the time Chongyu realized that he was being sent flying, he had already landed on the ground and rolled several times.

"eleven?!"

The white-haired man was stunned. He immediately moved the thousand silk threads between his fingers and pulled the puppet on the ground. Then he quickly dealt with the twisted limbs of the puppet at a dizzying speed. After breaking it straight, it pierced the acupuncture point with a silver needle, stopping the muscle spasm of the puppet's body.

After finishing all this with difficulty, the white-haired man hugged the puppet in his arms, and Yuan Wuxin, who was looking at the original place, gradually had a murderous look in his eyes.

"He's getting tougher."

Yuan Wuxin stood up, and he reached out to wipe away the water stains from the corners of his eyes. His expression was gloomy, and his body was surrounded by extremely suppressed negative emotions. In those blood-red eyes, the gentle emotions pretended before disappeared, and turned into tyranny. killing intent.

Such unintentional...

The white-haired man sighed, and his killing intent dissipated.

He lowered his head and glanced at the unconscious puppet in his arms, full of emotions.

Love it and hate it.

This is what all of them said about the puppet in their arms.

Why is he not?

"At least, he's yours now."

The white-haired man closed his eyes, unwilling to look again, his voice revealed a sense of weakness, and at the same time, there was a bit of inexplicable coldness that sent chills down the spine.

"Okay, stop losing your temper and take him back."