Save the tragic villain in progress!

The sunset glow is so gorgeous that people habitually look up at the clouds in the sky, thus ignoring the haze in the dark alley.

There are many undead lingering at the entrance of NO.13 alley. They are all people who died in vain before they were alive.I can only be like a bystander, witnessing the joys and sorrows of life and death of the people around me day after day.

Later, a child died in the rented house upstairs, and a new member was added to these undead.

But the little undead didn't speak. He was covered in blood and maintained his posthumous appearance. He sat alone in the corner, always staring at the alley they could never get out of.

Countless pedestrians pass by outside the alley every day, and a strange boy always stops here frequently.He looks about seventeen or eighteen years old, looks indifferent and reticent, with a black schoolbag slung across his shoulders, although it is simple, it looks clean.The family should be wealthy, and this dirty and dilapidated alley has nothing to do with it.

The boy would sit in the alley for a while after school every day.He didn't care about the dark night, nor the dusty ground, as if he just wanted to stay here for a while.Occasionally, I would take out my homework, put it on my knees, and lower my head to write by the streetlight.

The little undead sat quietly beside the boy, accompanying him.Although they may not all see it, they may not all hear it.

The young man's health is probably not in good shape. If he sits for a long time, he will accidentally fall asleep against the wall.At this time, the little undead will secretly pick up his pen, and draw a crooked route map to the bus station on the draft pad.The scarred wrist was covered with dried blood scabs, and it was difficult to hold the pen and write a line of crooked words.

[Take No. [-] bus and go home]

[Remember to eat, take a bath, and sleep]

The young man woke up in a daze, and suddenly found the handwriting on the notebook. He was stunned for a moment, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He just thought it was a memo he wrote when he was feeling sleepy.

He got up from the ground, packed his schoolbag and left, looked down at the crooked route map in the book, and walked towards the station, leaving only a candy wrapped in cellophane.

The boy seemed to be paying homage to someone, and every time he came, he would put one in the corner, even though it was taken away by the mouse every time.

The little undead stood at the entrance of the alley, watched his back leave, and returned to the corner of the alley without saying a word, sitting quietly with his knees hugged.He seemed to really want to tell the boy of his existence, but he was afraid of scaring him away.

It went on like this for many years, and then for some unknown reason, that boy never came again, not even once.

The lives of the undead are too boring, and they all point fingers at this. The ultimate destination of the dead is to be forgotten by the living.They never imagined that the man later learned the story of their unjust death from an old police officer, and it took several years to adapt it intermittently into a book.

Later, their souls entered the game written by the boy by accident.

[When the game world collapses, it also means the world in the book collapses.Those undead were wiped out by the game, but you used the wish card to revive them in their respective worlds. 】

Before the system unbinds, try to clear up Jiang Weimian's doubts.

Jiang Weimian still didn't understand: "Although they are from the same world as me, everyone died at a different time and place. Why did I meet them after resurrection?"

[The reunion card has changed the time node]

【It can make people who have missed each other meet again】

[When you completed the intermediate level task, you got an unknown black card reward in the Internet cafe, with a pattern of clasped hands on the back.That card is the Reunion Card, and its skill is Reunion. 】

Only then did Jiang Weimian belatedly realize that in addition to a wish card issued by the supreme god of the game, he also had a black unknown card obtained in the intermediate level.It's just that the card didn't show any skills at the time, so he didn't take it to heart.

"It's actually like this..."

Jiang Weimian's long-awaited doubts were answered, and a stone was finally put down in his heart.He closed his eyes and fell on the sofa, finally relaxed his nerves, and fell into a deep sleep, but his dream was disturbed.

The bedroom door was suddenly opened with a click, and a man walked out from inside.The white pajamas on his body were obviously a bit too big, it looked baggy, he rubbed his eyes, saw Jiang Weimian lying on the sofa for a morning rest, walked over lazily on his slippers, and then lay directly on the other party's body.

"Well……"

Jiang Weimian frowned and snorted, and was immediately woken up.He opened his eyes, only to see a fluffy head in his arms, rubbing against his neck, like a coquettish cat.

"..."

The little liar is no longer a little liar, but a living ancestor.

Jiang Weimian covered his eyelids with the back of his hand, his voice was sleepy and hoarse, low and lazy: "Hey, go play next to me, I'll sleep for a while."

Shen Zuixing snorted: "You know how to sleep every day, why don't you feel sleepy when you do things at night, aren't you very energetic?"

He drove blatantly, causing Jiang Weimian to open his eyes and look at him.Shen Zuixing lay on top of him, showing no fear at all, scratching his chin and Adam's apple with his fingertips, chanting like a monk: "Jiang Weimian, go out and play, Jiang Weimian, go out and play, go out and play..."

In the first half of his life, he was either trapped in a dark alley or bound by games, so that now he has regained his life, like a wild horse that has been out of bounds, likes to run around, and it is difficult to hide the child's heart.

Jiang Weimian was too lazy to move.Hearing this, he yawned, put one hand behind his head, and looked at Sui Xing leisurely: "Why don't you play at home."

Shen Zuixing was in high spirits: "What are you playing?"

Jiang Weimian raised his eyelids and glanced at him, but didn't speak.The knuckle-shaped fingers gently pushed aside the loose collar of Shen Zuixing's pajamas, revealing the unhealed hickey marks on the collarbone, and rubbed back and forth on the shallow marks, causing a slight itching.

"Bah"

Shen Zuixing took the initiative to kiss Jiang Weimian.He squeezed into the man's arms, and licked the other's lips lightly with the tip of his tongue, like a small animal.And quite shrewdly began to bargain: "You go out with me to play first, and I will play with you when I come back at night."

Jiang Weimian inevitably felt a little pity if the little liar didn't take the bait: "Where do you want to go?"

Shen Zuixing just wants to go out, and it doesn't matter where he goes: "Whatever, isn't your editor urging you to submit the manuscript? Why don't you go to the company?"

Jiang Weimian's eyelids twitched when he heard him mention the editor.Facts have proved that the manuscripts that people rush out under the turmoil of sleepiness are all nonsense, and all the manuscripts that Jiang Weimian handed in before his death were typed back.

Jiang Weimian: "How do you know he's pressuring for manuscripts?"

Shen Zuixing sat on Jiang Weimian and straightened his upper body: "Your computer is beeping, I saw it."

Jiang Weimian's narcolepsy has been cured, but he still can't remember things, but it's just ordinary forgetfulness, occasionally forgetting things, it's not a big problem.Shen Zuixing is like a follower, following behind his ass every day, reminding him of what he forgot and what to do.

Jiang Weimian doesn't dislike this feeling at all, on the contrary, he feels a little relieved. Is this the legendary sense of security?

It's really strange that a little liar can give people a sense of security.

Having said all this, Jiang Weimian couldn't be lazy to sleep anymore.He got up from the sofa, walked to the computer and looked at the news from the editor, then changed his clothes and prepared to go out.

Shen Zuixing saw many sticky notes on the refrigerator, all of which were pasted by Jiang Weimian when he couldn't remember things before.He counted one by one, tore them all into balls, and threw them into the trash can.

Jiang Weimian passed the kitchen and said "Hello" upon seeing this.

Shen Zuixing didn't feel guilty about doing something wrong at all, instead she was triumphant, smiling like a born bad guy, her chin slightly lifted: "What are you afraid of, I'll remind you later."

Sticky notes are useless because some people just don't remember to look at them.

Jiang Weimian had nothing to do with him, so he patted Shen Zuixing on the head, rubbed his head again, and then went out with this troublesome spirit.

Editor-in-Chief Lin was sitting in the office reviewing manuscripts. He adjusted his glasses, but still felt a headache from the side-by-side content.He was about to drink coffee to refresh himself, when he heard someone knocking on the door, he couldn't help but frowned: "Come in."

Standing outside the door was Jiang Weimian, followed by a strange man whom he had never seen before. He had a lazy demeanor, but he looked good.

Editor-in-chief Lin got up subconsciously: "Who is this?"

Jiang Weimian didn't explain too much: "My assistant."

Personal assistant, take care of wake-up call service.

However, editor-in-chief Lin didn't get the meaning, and thought that Jiang Weimian had hired a writing assistant, thinking that Jiang Weimian's speed of writing a book in three years, is it necessary to hire an assistant?It's really poor students have a lot of stationery.

Seeing Jiang Weimian's laziness, editor-in-chief Lin became annoyed: "Come in and talk about it, there are still some places in the manuscript that haven't been reviewed last time."

Jiang Weimian said to Shen Zuixing: "You sit on the sofa outside for a while, I'll come out later."

Shen Zuixing raised his eyebrows: "You're not going to do something shameful, are you?"

Jiang Weimian thought that a handsome young man with a lot of money and a 50-year-old male editor-in-chief who likes to dance square dances could have something shameful, so he said succinctly: "Go and sit, don't make me say it a second time."

Shen Zuixing is a brat and needs to be cleaned up.

Hearing the words, Shen Zuixing really sat obediently on the reception sofa outside, and started playing with his mobile phone in boredom, curling his lips: "Then come out quickly."

Jiang Weimian patted him on the head and went in.He closed the office door with his backhand, sat down opposite the editor-in-chief, and waited for the other party to attack.

Editor-in-Chief Lin saw an outsider there just now, and saved Jiang Weimian's face. Now that the door is closed, he directly photographed a stack of typed drafts in front of Jiang Weimian, hating iron for not being able to make steel: "Jiang Weimian, Jiang Weimian, let me tell you what's good about you, you Open your eyes and see what the hell you wrote! Did you write it in a dream?"

He didn't know that Jiang Weimian was the only surviving one among all the authors.

Jiang Weimian knew that he would be scolded, so he picked up the manuscript and glanced at it, only to see a line of charming words: "...he was lazily leaning on the couch, his long gown was loose, revealing a piece of skinny shoulders. His hair color The frost is white and translucent, like the rustling snow falling. A strand is lightly wrapped around the slender fingertips, and it binds the heart, making people dream. The lips are crimson red, like a ghost..."

After that, the content has to be mosaiced.

Jiang Weimian's eyelids twitched, and he gave the editor-in-chief a questioning look: "???"

The editor-in-chief realized something later, and quickly took out the manuscript in Jiang Weimian's hand to look at it, but saw the word "Sang Feiwan" written on the author's signature below, and quickly threw it aside, replaced it with another one. Copy: "I took it wrong, this is yours."

Jiang Weimian glanced at the manuscript in his hand, and saw that it was indeed his outline book, so he opened it.But I saw a bunch of red circles drawn on it, all of which need to be modified.

The editor-in-chief was rambling on the opposite side, nothing more than changing and changing.Jiang Weimian didn't listen to most of them, and just murmured a couple of perfunctory, waiting for the other party to finish nagging, then got up and left the office.

Shen Zuixing was bored sitting outside, took a handful of candy from his pocket, threw it into his mouth, and chewed it slowly.At this moment, the sofa beside him suddenly sank, and a strange man suddenly sat down.

Shen Zuixing raised his eyes subconsciously, but saw that the other party was a man who was dressed in an extremely comfortable manner, and even his appearance was just right, making it impossible to pick out any flaws.He crossed his legs and fell backwards on the sofa, different from the sluggishness of Suzui Xing, and more of a bit of dispiritedness.Just hook your fingertips casually, and countless people will jump on it.

It can be called the walking hormone.

With just one glance, a sense of crisis arose in Shen Zuixing's heart. He didn't expect such a person to exist in Jiang Weimian's company.Jiang Weimian, that dumbass, don't be snatched away.

Shen Zuixing expressionlessly bit the candy in his mouth, raised his eyelids and glanced at the office door, unexpectedly this action caught the other party's attention.

Sang Feiwan was reading a magazine at first, and suddenly found the strange face of Shen Zuixing.He slightly raised his eyebrows, closed the pages of the book, and asked with a smile, "Are you also looking for Editor-in-Chief Lin?"

He is friendly and does not make people feel rude, but because of his dazzling appearance, it is easy to make people feel sentimental.

But it's a pity that this trick is useless against Shen Zuixing: "Guess?"

"I guess?"

Sang Feiwan smiled with interest: "I guess you're not a writer."

Shen Zuixing: "And then?"

Sang Feiwan's emotional intelligence is extremely high, and she can always see details from clues. It's just that this kind of person is too cold, which makes people feel scary: "Since he is not the author, then he is not here to find the editor-in-chief. Are you waiting for Teacher Jiang?"

It was a good guess.

Shen Zuixing did not deny it, and was about to say something when she heard the sound of the door lock turning, and Jiang Weimian walked out of the editor-in-chief's office with the manuscript.He probably didn't expect that Shen Suixing would sit with Sang Feiwan, and he couldn't help but pause when he saw this.

Sang Feiwan smiled and got up to say hello, as if nothing had happened: "Mr. Jiang, you are here."

Jiang Weimian doesn't like people like Sang Feiwan.Personality is one thing, the other party likes to show off his charm, but after playing with people's hearts and then shrugging off and leaving is another.But in the end it had nothing to do with him.

Jiang Weimian was indifferent and did not answer.He pulled Sui Xing up from the sofa, and without any shyness, he directly led the other party away from the editorial department.

The corners of Shen Zuixing's lips curled slightly, she turned her head and smiled at Sang Feiwan, silently provocative.

"..."

It was the first time that Sang Feiwan was deflated by two people, and he couldn't help but paused when he saw this.A look of interest flashed in his eyes, and after a while, he chuckled lightly, turned and entered the office.

Just like Shen Zuixing was afraid of Sang Feiwan seducing Jiang Weimian, Jiang Weimian was also afraid of Sang Feiwan seducing Shen Zuixing.The two came all the way to the parking lot, each with their own thoughts.

Seeing that there was no one around, Jiang Weimian finally said to Shen Zuixing: "In the future, if you see that kind of person, stay away, and don't get too close."

For the first time, Shen Zuixing didn't confront him: "Then you want to."

Seeing this, Jiang Weimian couldn't help smiling, he stretched out his hand and rubbed Shen Zuixing's head, and said intentionally: "That's not okay, I work with him in the same company, we go out every day, and we see him every day."

Shen Zuixing leaned against the car door, and directly reached out to hook Jiang Weimian's belt: "Don't go out."

A smile flashed quietly in Jiang Weimian's eyes: "Why, don't you go out to play?"

Shen Zuixing thought for a moment, and finally made a difficult choice. He squeezed into Jiang Weimian's arms, and wrapped his arms around his neck: "I won't play anymore, go back and play with you."

Of course Jiang Weimian is more important than eating, drinking and having fun.

Jiang Weimian didn't speak, but bowed his head and kissed Shen Zuixing's Bai Jing's ear, feeling that this little liar was not in vain.However, as soon as this idea popped up, the next second, Shen Suixing whimpered and complained in a low voice: "You must not fall asleep again this time..."

Jiang Weimian: "..."

The system sees this kind of picture every day, the small face is yellow, and it has turned into a limited edition yellow diamond.It packed its bags and was about to run away. It quietly appeared in the air and poked Jiang Weimian with its sharp point:

【Dear host, I'm leaving】

Jiang Weimian didn't turn his head back: "You go, I have something else to do, so I won't see you off."

He hurried back to clean up Suzui Xing, if he didn't clean up, it would be a disaster.