Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Chapter 315 We can always see each other again

He Feng didn’t know if it was because of the tears blurring his vision or because of the dizziness, but he couldn’t see clearly what was in front of him. He grabbed Shen Zishu’s arms with both hands, and his body floated in the air due to the suction.

The savior spoke, trying to change Shen Zishu's mind: "Shen Zishu, you promised me that you would never let go of my hand again. You promised, you can't break your promise, Shen Zishu, you can't break your promise, you can't become a liar!"

The wound on his forehead healed as before, and He Feng kept shaking his head: "We have already won that victory, Shen Zishu, Shen Zishu! You can't leave me behind!"

Shen Zishu didn't say a word. He reached out and wiped away the tears from the corners of He Feng's eyes, and then held He Feng's hand.

Just like five years ago, Shen Zishu pried open He Feng's fingers one by one, his eyes still full of attachment. At the last moment, he seemed reluctant to let go and took the initiative to hold He Feng's hand tightly.

The savior's palms were full of warm sweat, but his fingertips were cold. Shen Zishu held the young man's hand and couldn't persuade himself to let go easily.

"Countless universes, countless similar places, endless searches, what can you use to keep him in the torrent of time?"

He will live forever, but his god, his savior will slowly grow old with the passage of time and finally drown in the torrent of time. Today's farewell may be forever.

He could no longer easily die, and could only spend eternity guarding those painful memories.

But he couldn't keep He Feng by his side.

The Savior has his own life, he belongs to reality, not to the virtual world, nor to him.

"Don't forget me." Shen Zishu spoke seriously, his tone was paranoid, threatening, and expectant: "Good boy, remember me forever, even if you hate me, don't forget me."

"We clearly agreed on this!" He Feng tightly grasped Shen Zishu's hand, his tears being absorbed by the sky-blue cracks. It was raining in the real world, and not only Shen Zishu, but He Feng also couldn't let go: "We agreed to leave together, you can't lie to me, you can't!"

"Be good." Shen Zishu suppressed the selfishness in his heart. He told himself that the savior should also be free, so his fingertips slowly released the force and loosened the savior's hand: "Go home, go home."

Shen Zishu was still so determined and let go of He Feng's hand without any argument. He Feng was also so stubborn that he held Shen Zishu's fingertips.

Shen Zishu said that he wanted to welcome this victory with him, but Shen Zishu did not say that this victory was achieved at his own expense.

What did He Feng lose when he won?

It’s Fu Shi, Sheng Nancheng, Huyan Wanji, Xiao Mu, all the members of the generation of family-annihilation organization, and those deceased players.

And there is Shen Zishu.

He worked hard for six years for this damn victory, and why did he have to lose so much after finally getting it?

Fate is so unfair. Why does it take away so many things from him?

"Don't let go of my hand." He Feng's voice was choked with sobs: "Don't let go of my hand, please."

The savior could shout "You dare" five years ago, and could also cry and beg Shen Zishu not to let go of his hand five years later.

He also wanted to yell "You dare" again, but Shen Zishu showed with his actions that he dared, dared to leave the savior behind, dared to go to the bureau alone, and dared to spend the more than one year they loved each other forever.

Shen Zishu is so bold.

The blue-purple flame tried to grab his master stealthily but was given a fleeting look by the Creator and Xiao Jiu was immediately arrested.

The Savior must go.

When he was completely unable to hook Shen Zishu's fingertips, Shen Zishu grabbed He Feng's wrist. Under He Feng's delighted gaze, he leaned in and kissed the savior on the lips, and then resolutely let go of his hand.

"go home."

When falling into the sky blue crack, He Feng heard Shen Zishu speak.

"I swear with my endless life that I will love you forever."

The young man's thin figure passed through the crack and returned to reality, leaving only a tear.

That tear was carved by the Creator into a string of data and pressed into his heart.

He knew a long time ago that his life would end in horror games, and he had said goodbye a long, long time ago.

From the first sentence "I love you forever", Shen Zishu was saying goodbye.

When he said he would love him forever, he was calculating that he would stay here and have endless life. He had made that promise long ago, to love forever and to love with endless life.

Even if the savior is not by his side, even if the savior hates him, even if he can never find the savior again, even if he is trapped here forever.

He also always loves.

From the moment the young man broke into that cage, his flesh, bones, heart, and even soul had been clamoring for love.

A beam of light shone through the darkness and hit the desperado's face. From then on, the desperado had a home.

At this moment, his light disappeared and his world became dark again.

A tear fell from the eye socket and hit the ground, and heavy rain began to fall on the player's island inside the horror game where the weather would never change for thousands of years.

It was also raining in the real world. Wang Wang and others had gathered at the Third Hospital and found the small garden.

They chatted and laughed about how the return of so many missing people would surely make big news.

The air in the small garden was fluctuating, and the young man staggered out from mid-air. The sky-blue crack closed, and only the young man came out.

Wang Wang and others stopped talking and laughing.

In the midst of the rainstorm, the savior Ying, who should have been happy, stood in the rain, with his head down and not saying a word, holding a double-edged sword in his hand.

There was no sight of Shen Zishu, only He Feng.

Wang Wang subconsciously took a step forward. He opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word.

"This is that, the damn victory." He Feng suddenly spoke, and his double-edged sword trembled: "No one can be kept, no one can be saved, what kind of victory is this."

The young man spoke in a calm tone, without any anger, as if he was just stating a fact.

"If this is really a victory." He Feng slowly raised his head, tears mixed with raindrops falling from his eyes: "If there really are gods, open your eyes and see what this really is."

Xiao was shaking even more violently. He Feng seemed to sense something. He lowered his head to look at the knife in his hand and suddenly held his breath.

Then, the savior slashed with his backhand, and the air was cut open, leaving a lavender crack.

He Feng didn't hesitate at all, he just raised his leg and stepped out. Someone squeezed past the crowd and resolutely followed He Feng into the crack.

"Go ahead and coax him." Wang Wang sighed, "I wonder how long it will take for Gefu to coax him this time."

Zhou Ningning nodded in agreement. She remembered Lu Ming who had followed him into the crack and asked again, "What about Bitter Face? What about him?"

Qian Youlin, who finally arrived, was out of breath. Upon hearing the crucial information, he shouted, "The crybaby is not dead! Not dead! Really not dead! I made a bet! The goddess of luck told me that the bet stands! He won't die at all!"

Wang Wang clapped his hands: "I told you all to go home!"

The roses in the small garden were in full bloom and did not wither even under the torrential rain.

The dean took a sip of tea in the glass. He glanced at the small garden and felt as if he was hallucinating.

Otherwise, how could I see Xiaofeng? This child has been missing for several months!

The dean spat the tea leaves into the trash can beside him, touched his bald head and thought seriously.

Should he make an appointment for himself and see if there is any problem?

The rain lasted for a long time in the real world. The players who returned safely were taken away one by one for tea before they had time to lie down on the street.

It's not necessary to arrest them, it's just that the people disappeared for different lengths of time and appeared at the same time, which is a bit unusual.

Everyone answered the questions honestly, and they gave the same answer as to why they appeared at the same time.

"Because we have a savior." Qian Youlin was very proud. After learning that the crybaby was still alive, the big brother on the list started to brag to the world: "He's a mental patient! He's in the Third People's Hospital! His name is He Feng!"

Qian Youcheng held the man down and said, "Mr. He is mentally normal. He went to the hospital because of insomnia. I will describe the whole cause and effect."

Qi Guanju caught the despised Qian Youlin and smiled helplessly: "If Brother He knew that you said he was mentally ill, he would beat you up."

When Qian Youlin heard this, he subconsciously covered Qi Guanju's mouth, fearing that he would activate his skills, but then he suddenly remembered that they had already walked out of that horror game.

"You can say whatever you want to say, little mute." Qian Youlin realized belatedly and wanted to cry: "We are all going home!"

"Yes." Qi Guanju hugged Qian Youlin: "The savior has taken us home."

The real world is full of joy, but the horror game is dead and gloomy.

The horror game Under the Rain is completely closed to the public.

The Creator stood in the middle of the town with his head bowed and remained silent.

Without Shen Zishu's permission, no one could approach this area. He just wanted to calm himself down and face this problem rationally.

It's not like they will never see each other again. If he goes faster, faster, he can always...

We can always see each other again.

The data suddenly became corrupted. Shen Zishu, who was able to control the entire horror game, slowly raised his head. The horror game that was about to leave the Blue Planet was re-glued to the Blue Planet with a rumbling sound.

When Shen Zishu saw those angry eyes, the missing emotions returned and the heavy rain on the player island suddenly stopped.

Warm tears ran down Shen Zishu's cheeks, and he suddenly smiled, his eyes curved into the look that young people liked best.

Shen Zishu spoke, ignoring He Feng's cold face, he felt a little aggrieved: "I miss you."

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