Author: Three years have passed in a flash.
Du Ze was very puzzled, very puzzled. He was using his life to play the role of the Virgin Mary, but the protagonist was not influenced by his Virgin Mary at all. Instead, he became more and more oppressed. How could the protagonist always accurately stop at the moment when Du Ze couldn't bear it and was ready to explode? Then, his surging resentment was forcibly choked in his throat. Then, the social barrier began to poke at his HP. Outburst = cold and aloof condemnation of the protagonist's bad behavior = patiently and patiently lecturing the protagonist = saying many, many, many things … Forget it.
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Du Ze became weak again, his face cold as he silently suffered from internal injuries.
In fact, Du Ze knew that it was unrealistic for the protagonist, who had just been betrayed by a friend, to immediately believe a person of unknown origin. In the protagonist's view, he no longer cared what other people thought of him. Before someone betrayed him, he would kill that person, especially if that person was cold and aloof, acting mysterious (very foggy).
… So the culprit is still you, social barrier?
Social barrier (cold and aloof): Hmph.
Therefore, in the empty and lonely Lost Land, there are only three living things: the protagonist who keeps grinding his skill proficiency, the reader who is always abused and never surpassed, and a peeping God Beast. Speaking of the Mythological Beast, Du Ze had been able to see it perseveringly peeping at the protagonist these days. Du Ze could basically make a schedule for it: morning, peeping at the protagonist; noon, peeping at the protagonist; night, peeping at the protagonist.
… How much do you want to sign a contract with the protagonist, cat?
Once Du Ze notices it, the nine-tailed God Beast will run away – is this really a 123 Wood Man? Du Ze has no doubt that if he leaves the protagonist's side for even a minute, the God Beast will definitely meow at the protagonist: Sign a contract with me, young man!
Thinking of this, Du Ze instantly firmed his belief that he will never leave the protagonist's side.
The cat-like magical beast was indeed a mythological beast, and its skills were also heaven-defying. Du Ze and a group of readers liked this cute pet very much: it could act cute and work hard. How could they miss such a cute pet? But after reading "Mixed Blood," the author would kindly tell the reader: This cat, his sister, has a passive skill! He loved the feeling of resentment and despair the most! Back then, they were attracted by the main character's resentment! In order to trigger this emotion, it would actively attract misfortune! It was one of the main contributors to the protagonist's dark reputation in the later stages! The readers were shocked to the point that they were tender on the inside and burning on the outside, but the author just laughed it off! Wood! Yes!
For the sake of strengthening my Big Moe Lord, hello Meow Star, goodbye Meow Star!
A certain adorkable person would never admit that he was envious, jealous, and hateful. Why couldn't the protagonist treat everyone equally when they had all signed a contract? In the novel, the protagonist obviously doted on the Mythological Beasts that acted cute and stayed by his side. Why did he torture the readers who also stayed by his side and contracted with him to death? Don't be so racist, you bastard! He also knew how to act cute — well, he really didn't know how to do that. Du Ze wanted to talk to Xiu more than once, but each time he just thought about it. His social barrier ensured that no matter how many lines he had in his head, in the end, the two of them would just sit side by side, one gloomy, the other stiff. Their chat history would never turn to the second page.
In this way, the one who cultivated still cultivated, the one who was abused still got abused, day after day, never changing.
Du Ze, who had internal injuries, said that "Mixed Blood" was actually a story about the protagonist's struggle, not a stud horse! When Du Ze recalled the description of this plot in "Mixed Blood," the bitter reader was about to cry.
[… Time flies by. Unknowingly, Xiu has been in the Lost Land for three years. He …]
Three years … three … years …
Du Ze knelt down. He was afraid that the author didn't write long enough and that the protagonist's cultivation wasn't strong enough. He must have been possessed by some kind of bastard!
The most torturous part wasn't So Close and Yet Worlds Apart, but the part where "three years passed in a flash" was written in the novel.
After being abused again, Du Ze felt that this couldn't go on. After three years of abuse, he would become a dregs. He must rise up. Great plot resources were in his hands. How could he be defeated by a little monster with a social barrier? He wanted to be a good brother to the protagonist! So he dawdled for another week. (Social barrier: hehe.) After that, Du Ze finally found Xiu, ready to talk to him and give him a spoiler.
Du Ze's spoiler was related to Xiu's life. In fact, in Louis' Magic Codex, there was an important piece of information. Louis once tried to use undead magic to resurrect a gnome. The experiment was successful and the gnome was not completely resurrected. He had the characteristics of the undead and had a certain vitality, becoming a half-gnome, half-undead existence. Only Du Ze, who had read the later parts of "Mixed Blood," could reveal the spoiler without any pressure: the "half-undead" was actually the protagonist's grandfather. Simply put, the protagonist's grandfather was a "hybrid" of an undead and a gnome.
If the above spoiler was given to the protagonist and the author said coldly, "If you want to know more, don't be so black-hearted." His days of happiness should not be long.
Xiu sat on the throne and put down the Magic Codex in his hand. His dark eyes silently stared at Du Ze, who had taken the initiative to look for him for the first time.
Du Ze pressed on his headphones and began to reveal the spoiler word by word: "Actually –" Your life is recorded in the Magic Codex.
Du Ze opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound. No matter how hard he tried to draw breath from his throat, it was as if his voice was being strangled by an invisible hand.
"–" That half-gnome, half-undead is related to you.
He could not say it, he could not say it at all. He seemed to be forbidden to speak the truth by some kind of existence. That existence is very powerful. What is it? Is it the author, is it God, or is it … the world?
Du Ze's face was stiff and his heart was about to cry. Why was it that he could reveal spoilers before but now he is forbidden? Could it be that he can't tell the protagonist what he shouldn't know now? Or is it that he can't reveal spoilers that will affect the development of the plot? His only spoiler skill has a restriction, too cruel …
Seeing that the Lich's face was getting more and more gloomy, Du Ze reflexively said: "We can leave here."
– He's starting to recite his lines again!
Xiu looked a little surprised and there was a flash of confusion and hesitation. Du Ze also reacted and thought that this was a good topic: he should have persuaded the protagonist to leave the Lost Land a long time ago. Practicing undead magic all the time is not sick but abnormal. The most important thing is that he doesn't want to be abused again!
"Why?"
There are no minions here, no cannon fodder, no cute girls. He is the only one being abused. He is not happy.
Du Ze said with a straight face: "There is no one here."
Xiu first looked at the Magic Codex in his hand: "Indeed …" Then he stared at Du Ze and said hoarsely: "There is a lack of corpses."
– Wait a minute, how did this topic collapse to the lack of cultivation materials?
Du Ze felt that Xiu's eyes were looking at him more deeply. He was silent for a second and then nonchalantly said: "Go out and you can be stronger."
Is it really a man to continue such a bad topic?
Not knowing what bad memories he had, Xiu's fingers suddenly tightened. He stared at Du Ze, strong emotions leaking out.
Warning: Your death flag will be established.
This is a remonstrance with your life ah! Du Ze immediately made it clear that he was also a villain: "Your enemy is not me."
Xiu stared at Du Ze for a while, his dull eyes suffocating. Then he stretched out his hand and stroked the back of Du Ze's neck – this is the most vulnerable part of the human body. When he held it firmly, there was a sense of complete control over the person in front of him.
The cold skin on the back of his neck gave Du Ze the urge to shiver. Du Ze didn't know why the protagonist developed a habit of touching the back of his neck. Anyway, it's just a touch and it's not like he's going to destroy the world, so Du Ze didn't care – although he always felt that the protagonist touching the back of his neck was like petting a restless pet. So this was his retribution for stealing the script of a cat …
The cold skin of the undead gradually warmed up. Xiu felt the warmth under his fingers and finally took his hand back with some reluctance. Du Ze looked at the Lich who was suddenly in a good mood and suddenly felt that the undead race was really like a cat.
"Let's go."
When Du Ze came back to his senses, Xiu was already standing at the door of the Temple, looking at them. The light coming from the distant pillar of light outlined its outline, making the undead creature from the darkness look pure and holy.
"When we get out of here, I'll take you to see my 'good friend'."
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Time passed by. Unknowingly, Xiu had been in the Lost Land for three years. He stood at the door of the Temple, looking at the distant beam of light, slightly lost in thought. The light from afar dragged a long shadow over the Lich. In the Lich's shadow, the Skeleton General was chuckling, the Zombie Monarch was moving heavily, and the Spirit Banshee was swaying her pale and transparent body.
"Meow ~"
Xiu lowered his head and saw that Ming was rubbing his feet with its body. Seeing Xiu looking at it, Ming raised its head, its gold and blue eyes full of expectation.
Xiu picked up Ming and stroked its neck with his hand. The eight-tailed demon beast rolled comfortably in Xiu's arms and heard its master say to it: "Let's get out of here."
Louis' Magic Codex has long recorded the way to leave the Lost Land, and now is the time.
"When we get out of here, I'll take you to see my 'good friend'."
Very good – "friend".
– excerpt from "Mixed Blood"
The author has something to say: Author: Three years have passed in a flash.
Protagonist: … Happy times really do pass quickly.
Reader: The upper floor of the upper floor of the upper floor of the upper floor. = Utensils =
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Thanks to Xi Li, Caring Chrysanthemum Burst Young Man, Red Cloak, 12366413, Shiner (2), White Owl, God of Traps (3), Yin Xiaosang, Stupid Red Wine (2), Bodhi There Is No Tree, Thinker, Demon World, Sin Mulberry, Northern Phoenix, akxw0124 (2), Guess Who, Socks, Yin Xiaosang, Ice Pumpkin, Hey! Brother, Wufu, Anbu Xue, 12383299, Sanlu Mi's Landmine ~
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