Chapter Seventy-Three: Returning Home
Duan Mo was like a dog wagging his tail and begging for mercy, humbled to the dust, but he didn't care, he didn't care how many men Ye Xing fooled around with, he didn't care how Ye Xing treated himself, he just hoped that Ye Xing could be the same as before.
Ye Xing's body trembled, and the sunlight shone on her skin, looking extremely pale. She gently pushed Duan Mo away, draped a dirty shirt over her body, and tried to say in the calmest and coldest tone, "I'm sorry." If nothing else, I'll go, and later- don't contact me again. β
Duan Mo's chest tingled, and he couldn't say a word.
Ye Xing didn't hesitate any longer, stood up, put his clothes on his body haphazardly, pushed open the door and walked out.
The soy milk on the table was slowly steaming, and the mist was thick in the morning light.
Ye Xing was disheveled and staggered out of the alley, and the pedestrians on the road looked sideways, but she didn't think so at all.
At the end of the alley, the fiery red Porsche is still parked.
A man in a black suit and black-rimmed glasses stood in front of the car, smiling, as if he had expected all this.
"Did he misunderstand you?" The man opened the car door and stretched out his hand to invite Ye Xing to get into the car, and the cuffs of his snow-white shirt were very elegantly exposed, revealing 1.5 cm that was neither long nor short.
"You deliberately drove the car into the alley last night." Ye Xing's eyes narrowed like a cat, and there was a hateful light in his pupils.
The man's resolute face was full of tenderness, and he wanted to brush away the broken hair on Ye Xing's forehead, but was pushed away by Ye Xing.
"Break off with him early, you are not from the same world."
Ye Xing gritted his teeth and spat out a word in his throat violently - "Get out!" β
The man was not annoyed at all, but bent down more respectfully, "As long as you do what the organization arranges, you will become the closest person to God in the world." β
"Hehe, if God is such a filthy being, then I might as well be a dog."
The man's gaze finally changed, flashing with imperceptible anger, but his waist bent deeper.
"And your boyfriend, the young man who has nothing to do and no future, will also get a huge sum of money that will squander a lifetime." The man added.
This sentence was like a spell, which made Ye Xing obediently lower his head and sit in the car tamely.
The man looked at Ye Xing with satisfaction, and closed the car door for her very politely. His iconic face was reflected in the black window, twisted like a snake.
"Really...... Ridiculous love. β
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The starry sky was still so clear and bright, and Duan Mo, who was teleported out of the game, had his knees weak and fell directly to the grass.
He felt that all the life force in his body had disappeared along with Ye Xing's corpse, and the moment Ye Xing fell, his soul was also sucked away.
This game has gone a lot smoother than before, but Duan Mo's heart has never been so sad.
After he entered the game world, he thought that he would probably never have the opportunity to see Ye Xing again in his life, but he didn't expect that after going around and around, they still met.
And Ye Xing became completely different from what he seemed to be at the beginningβDuan Mo knew that the part he had lost in his heart would never be recovered.
Blades of grass pierced Duan Mo's face, and the fresh earthy smell rushed straight into his nose, allowing him to gradually recover some of his energy.
The night sky shimmered with starlight, and the courtyard was silent, and the sound of the Hoshino brothers and sisters fighting each other could be faintly heard.
It's probably late...... Duan Mo struggled to get up from the grass, staggered open the door, and fell in.
Doudou and Zuimeng were sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching the TV series absentmindedly, when they suddenly heard the movement in the hallway and immediately stood up.
Duan Mo never felt such exhaustion, he lay on the floor, just wanting to stay motionless until he died.
Two pairs of pink foot-wrapped cotton slippers appeared in his sight - Doudou and Zuimeng hurried over, knelt directly in front of Duan Mo, and nervously helped him up.
Duan Mo waved his hand, signaling that he was fine, and then broke free from the hands of the two girls and leaned against the wall like mud.
"What's going on?" Zui Meng carefully examined Duan Mo's body, and even wanted to see if there was a wound on his buttocks.
Duan Mo raised his head, and the light above his head emitted a soft light, shining warmly on his face.
"I-met my ex-girlfriend." Duan Mo breathed a sigh of relief, pushed away Zuimeng and Doudou, leaned against the wall and walked into his room, and closed the door with his hand.
He said...... Ex-girlfriend? Drunken Dream's eyes widened, and he looked at Doudou suspiciously.
Nothing was said all night.
The next morning, as soon as it was dawn, I heard the sound of rustling outside the bedroom, and when she pushed the door open, even her nightcap fell off in shock.
Duan Mo was lying on the kitchen table, facing the food as high as a hill, eating ferociously.
"Hey, you got up early, let's have some food together?" Duan Mo saw the drunken dream, raised the half of the sandwich in his hand, and warmly invited her to breakfast.
Drunken Dream suspected that she hadn't woken up yet, this was definitely a terrible dream - usually Duan Mo had to sleep until 12 o'clock every day before she would get up, and since she lived together, she had never seen Duan Mo eat breakfast.
"No...... I don't have much appetite......" Zuimeng replied a little embarrassed, and quickly turned his head and went into Doudou's room, obviously discussing countermeasures with Doudou.
Duan Mo didn't care about that, and continued to eat his big meal until his stomach was full and he couldn't put anything down, and then leaned back comfortably on the chair.
After Doudou was woken up by the drunken dream, he and the drunken dream poked their heads in the next room and quietly observed Duan Mo, like two little white rabbits observing the ferocious big bad wolf.
In the end, I still came out of the drunken dream. She sat opposite Duan Mo and struggled for a long time before she cautiously asked, "Did you meet ...... in the game?" Your ex-girlfriend? β
"That's right." Duan Mo picked his teeth carelessly.
"You've never mentioned you have a girlfriend before......"
Duan Menunu mouthed and spit out a vegetable leaf, "Why do you mention that." β
"What about you...... Won't you kill her? β
"Don't gossip like this early in the morning...... Duan Mo rolled his eyes, "She's not dead, I'm not dead, that's all." β
Drunken Dream heard the news, and ran back to Doudou's room with another cigarette, and the two of them didn't know what they were muttering again.
Duan Mo shook his head helplessly, and then leisurely lit a cigarette after dinner.
For some reason, he woke up today and felt very comfortable, as if Ye Xing's matter had not affected him at all. He had seen a theory before that when a person encounters great trauma and pain, the brain instinctively avoids the pain in order to reduce the damage to the body. Duan Mo felt that he was probably in this state now, and there was no longer Ye Xing's existence in his mind, as if he had completely forgotten her.
After eating and drinking, Duan Mo hummed a song and happily opened his system mailbox, ready to accept his reward.
This time, he won the first place in two consecutive games, and the points obtained were indeed very rich, which made Duan Mo directly transform from a poor middle peasant into a local tyrant - now he has a total of one hundred and sixty points, which is enough to buy a good prop or skill in the mall in one go.
However, for Duan Mo, there is another hidden option - lottery.
It's just that the number of points required for the lottery has become eighty, which makes Duan Mo hesitate.
At the beginning, he obtained the skills of the King of Garbage and the Crooked Head Kill through the humble compass page in the mall, and every time he draws a prize, the points required for the next draw will also be doubled, so it has evolved into the current situation.
Eighty points is definitely a big number for Duan Mo, and eighty points are enough to redeem a low-grade prop in the mall, so should it be a lottery?
Once it is not drawn, then Duan Mo is equivalent to wasting a first-place reward......
Duan Mo hesitated, but after all, he couldn't make a move, he gritted his teeth and closed the page of the mall - he was not in a hurry to strengthen himself now, rather than taking risks, it was better to save these points for later.
The days seemed to be calm again, Zuimeng and Doudou didn't mention the topic of their ex-girlfriend again, they didn't know what the result of discussing each other was, and after that morning, they no longer dared to shout at Duan Mo, for fear that he wouldn't be able to think about it and end his life.
This is especially evident in Zui Meng-Zui Meng has always had something to say and never hides, but now he doesn't even dare to look at Duan Mo directly-but Duan Mo clearly saw an extremely strong desire in her eyes.
She was extremely eager to know the story of Duan Mo and his ex-girlfriend, and she wanted to know why the enemy suddenly died in the two-player mode that she and Duan Mo spent together; She wondered why Duan Mo had just finished one game and immediately joined another......