Miss, Something’s Wrong With You

Early the next morning.

Xing Yuanzhi suddenly woke up from the bed.

She struggled to sit up, her green silk was scattered, her body was wet and cold, she was panting heavily, and her head was a little dizzy and lingering.

It took about a few minutes to calm down before she saw Cheng Jinyang come to the bed and handed her a cup of hot milk.

Xing Yuanzhi drank the hot milk, feeling that his still convulsing heart seemed to feel better.

"How...how did you persist? It's been so many years." She held the cup in her hands, slowly feeling the heat from it.

"You are only experiencing a full-length nightmare for the first time, so you are not used to it." Cheng Jinyang said indifferently.

"Are you used to it?" Xing Yuanzhi murmured.

At the beginning of the nightmare, the two of them were able to escape energetically, trying to ambush Demon by various means.

After more than 4 hours, this endless escape became torture and suffering. After all, a nightmare is not a game. You can't press Esc to pause when you are tired, and you don't even have time to rest.

The longer the time and the greater the pressure, the easier it is to make mistakes. If you make a mistake, you will die. There is a great horror between death and life. The survival instinct from the heart will squeeze out every potential in the human body.

Xing Yuanzhi felt that oneself was about to die into a dregs, and then... I don't know how long it took, and finally woke up.

"How do you feel?" Cheng Jinyang asked.

"It feels... terrible." Xing Yuanzhi sighed, "I began to wonder if I should continue to live here."

"You said at the beginning that you have to sleep every day Coming." Cheng Jinyang showed a faint smile.

"It's impossible, I take that sentence back." Xing Yuanzhi got up from the bed and shook the head. "I think it's too much once a day."

"If it weren't for the effect of improving Bloodlines Density, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to support it for that long, you..." She looked at Cheng with complicated eyes. Jinyang, "You can get used to it..."

"I have no choice." Cheng Jinyang replied.

Xing Yuanzhi picked up the bloodline detector and measured oneself: 167 horses, 2 horses raised.

I tested Cheng Jinyang again: 118 horses, also an increase of 2 horses.

Xing Yuanzhi remembers the number of Demons killed, about forty.

That is to say, killing 1 Demon can almost have a Bloodlines Purity bonus of 0.05 horses, if the instrument detection error is ignored.

"It’s not bad to think about it this way." Xing Yuanzhi thoughtfully said, "At least there is a bonus of 2 horses per night."

"Yes, but Demon is not that good. Killed." Cheng Jinyang reminded her not to be blindly optimistic, "Don't forget, so far we have killed Demon, mostly by relying on terrain-dependent ambushes."

"To put it bluntly, we have not dealt with it directly. Demon’s strength. When I didn’t master the ability, I relied purely on the sword technique and fighting, and I could kill up to 4 Demons every night. If I didn’t meet the right starting point, weapon and environment, I might die all night. Nearly a hundred times have no chance, so you can accept it?"

"Of course." Xing Yuanzhi said casually, "Even if you die more than a dozen times, it is a death in a nightmare. It’s not real death, isn’t it?"

"Your mentality is very dangerous, A'Zhi!" Cheng Jinyang's face changed sharply, and he said sharply, "If you don’t take the death in the nightmare seriously, Be careful to spread to the real world!"

"You mean..." Xing Yuanzhi is naturally not an idiot, and immediately guessed what he meant.

"Nightmare is very realistic." Cheng Jinyang said solemnly, "Even in virtual online games, the simulated pain can only be adjusted to 50% at most, just to prevent getting used to pain and death in the virtual world. , Return to reality with such a mentality, but when you encounter danger, you can’t react and die."

"If you are used to dying in a nightmare, then when you return to reality, you can guarantee that you won’t still be Do you have such a mentality? The survival instinct is not only a burden, A'Zhi. It is also an indispensable help to keep us alive."

"Sorry, I know." Xing Yuanzhi Low The voice said, "Also, even if you point out my mistakes, you can't call me A'Zhi."

She got up weakly and stumbled into the bathroom, intending to wash her sweat. Body.

"I'm going to see a doctor outside." Cheng Jinyang's voice sounded outside.

"Okay." Xing Yuanzhi answered in the bathroom.

Take off your dress, turn on the faucet, and face the cold water from the shower, as if the entire world has become clean.

Xing Yuanzhi took a long sigh of relief, and then he was a little distracted.

The improvement of Bloodlines Density is an irresistible temptation for her; however, the bloodstained battle in the nightmare—whether it is the death of oneself and Cheng Jinyang or the death of Demon, it is all accompanied by Splashing flesh and blood-just imagining that they touched the body makes her have a kind of nausea urge.

Cheng Jinyang ...... After so many years, how did you endure it?

………………

Wu Quemei's clinic is located in the town center about 2 kilometers northwest from Cheng Jinyang's home.

Although her Ability Bloodline is "Perception Manipulation", the main business of the clinic is not mental illness, but ordinary general medical consultation-in this kind of suburban satellite town, home visits Most of the patients have a common cold with headaches and brain fever, and those who are really mentally ill will not go to her.

Usually they are sent to Azure Dragon Mountain to be locked up.

Cheng Jinyang walked into the clinic and saw Wu Quemei shua~ shua~ shua~ writing the beneficial prescription, and asked the patient to go to the door to find the nurse to prescribe the medicine, and then took out a can of beer from under the table, gu lu gu lu sipping.

"Sister Wu, do you still drink at work?" Cheng Jinyang greeted her with a smile, "Are you afraid that the patient will smell your body's alcohol?"

"What do you know, alcohol It is used for disinfection." Wu Quemei said nonchalantly, "How normal is it to be a little drunk in the hospital? Come, show Sister Wu how you are developing."

"I'm here to see Here." Cheng Jinyang pointed to the temple.

"Yeah, how about it?" Wu Quemei asked puzzledly.

Cheng Jinyang:………………

Sometimes I don’t know if she deliberately flirted with it, or if I misunderstood it.

So he sat down on the chair and stretched his head over. Wu Quemei put two fingers on his temples and began to control and perceive.

"Well, I have recovered well." After the treatment, Wu Quemei retracted his finger, nodded said.

"Thank you Sister Wu." Cheng Jinyang nodded said. The large amount of stress accumulated due to frequent deaths in the nightmare also disappeared without a trace as the treatment ended.

Yes. In fact, I lied to A'Zhi. It wasn't a problem of habit or unaccustomedness at all, but because I all came to relieve stress every day.

Thinking Cheng Jinyang, he suddenly saw a person turn out from the clinic.

Sister Zhou?

Ah, no, it’s not Doctor Zhou Xingzi, but a beautiful Big Sister that I’ve never seen before.

The big wavy curly hair is highlighted and dyed in light brown, and it is neatly and neatly draped over the shoulders. The facial features are full and charming, and the three measurements are very close to the golden ratio. It is the kind of super perfect body curve that can make people exclaim "I'm fine" just by looking at the silhouette.

She wore a high-necked pink knitted sweater on her upper body, but she didn’t wear her lower body...well, she wore a short white pleated skirt, which was only hidden by the hem of the sweater. It was a long one. Over-the-knee boots constrain the tight curve of the calf, and the beautiful thighs are exposed between the bottom of the skirt and the boots. The thickness is just right, plump and free of fat, slim but without losing the sensuality, which is great.

Abracadabra, look back! Close!

After chanting several times in his heart, Cheng Jinyang quickly retracted his gaze, as if to say to Wu Quemei casually:

"Well, I will come again tomorrow..."

"Wait first." Wu Quemei stopped him, then turned and beckoned to the beautiful Big Sister, "Xinnan, come here, Jinyang is here."

"Ah, you are Cheng Jinyang, right?" Beautiful Big Sister eyes shined and came over immediately with full of smiles, "Remember me? I am your Big Sister Xinnan! Cheng Xinnan! I went to your house when you were young!"

"It's Big Sister Xinnan, haha." Cheng Jinyang said that there was no impression in the memory. It was obviously something before the death of the original owner, father.

However, he quickly realized that the name of the person who transferred the life relief funds to the oneself account each month was "Xinnan". Although he didn't know how to pronounce the word, he didn't check it, but now he suddenly reacted.

Xin has the same sound as "heart". It is this beautiful Big Sister who transfers money to the owner every month.