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The Emperor regrets it?

Sang Sang was stunned for a moment before combining these two words that had no intersection in his mind.

"Oh, what does it feel like?"

Sangsang paused the game and pulled the Emperor of Heaven to the balcony.

Before the flowers, the fruit snacks on the table were all ready, one person hugged a pillow, and Xiaojin was also prepared with a small throne formed by memory metal, with a soft handkerchief on the throne and a plate of high-grade energy crystals, to start a chat mode.

Xiao Jin's gaze moved from the Heavenly Emperor's head to Sang Sang's shoulder, and then to the special small throne, his eyes lit up red, and he sat on the chair with an energy crystal.

Although it can absorb and convert various energies from the air, energy crystals are still a good snack.

The Emperor of Heaven viciously took a bite of the dried fish that Sang Sang handed him, and chewed hard, although the things were delicious, why did he always feel a little unhappy in his heart?

"Say, time is precious. Sangsang urged.

The Emperor of Heaven felt even more unhappy, but he still told the story with a black face.

100% realistic role-playing game, how others play, the Emperor of Heaven doesn't know, but his will is too strong, no matter how high the degree of realism is, he doesn't take the game as reality, even if the world is destroyed in front of him, his face does not change and his heart does not beat. Without the ability to have weak mental power, I still go my own way, and if I get into danger, I will die, and I will die.

His natural temper is like this, he is informal, even if Xiaojin asks him to follow the script, because he is not acting material, he often gets into all kinds of trouble inexplicably. A copy that can last for tens or hundreds of years, into his hands. It's good if it lasts for a few months.

Treating the game as a game, not moving and emotional, will not achieve the effect of experience.

Xiao Jin simply sealed the memory of the Emperor of Heaven and put him into the copy. There are no memories of Sin City. The Emperor of Heaven really no longer treats the people around him as NPCs, although he is still a little affectionate, but he also sincerely accepts his parents who are very good to him.

The Emperor of Heaven said that he regretted it. It was two years after the game dungeon.,His parents died because of him.,Although he later killed the enemy to take revenge.,But my heart is still lonely.,Even if you recover your memory.,That feeling lingers.。

"I know it's fake, but it's too real. The Emperor sighed: "I am an orphan. I don't know who my parents are, in my heart, they are my parents, but they died because of my incompetence...... Can you understand the feeling?"

"I can probably understand, in the old saying, it is called a son who wants to raise but does not wait for a parent. Sang Sang poured a glass of juice for the Emperor.

The Heavenly Emperor nodded vigorously. There was a mist in the dark golden eyes.

"Do you need to do psychological counseling? I haven't studied this specifically, Xiaojin should be able to help you with counseling. Sang Sang asked very seriously.

"I felt like I needed it, and it was like stuffing something in my heart, and it was very uncomfortable. The Emperor of Heaven held the cup and looked at Xiao Jin with very aggrieved eyes.

Xiao Jin held the energy crystal like a squirrel, opened his mouth and held the tip of the energy crystal, absorbing the energy inside, and raised his head when he saw the two of them mention him. The red light in the eyes turns into blue light in a working state.

"To experience life, every emotion needs to be understood. You can't do counselling, that's the beginning, you have to remember that feeling, it's important for you later on. In the past few days, you first carefully reflect on the feelings gained in the game, and we will continue to play three days later. ”

The Heavenly Emperor's face fell: "Can you keep your memory?"

"No, I can't. Xiao Jin flatly refused: "You don't have fun with memories." Think of the dungeon as a game. For 100% realism, you are serious about the world, and the world is real, not just a game. ”

The Emperor of Heaven wailed, despairing at the long list of birth ** copies arranged by Xiao Jin.

Emperors, princes, generals, gangsters, businessmen, artists, mercenaries, pirates, bastards, children, everything, what is going on with this goddess, princess, Oiran nurse, etc., who are obviously opposite genders? There is even a version of dragons, phoenixes, foxes, and beasts!

Sang Sang felt that it was very interesting to watch the jokes of the Emperor of Heaven, losing his realistic memory, being stuffed with a bunch of memories made up by Xiao Jin, and being coquettish with others while being cold, etc., was more interesting than watching Sang Shuwen's increasingly gloomy and irritable face.

Time passed in Sang Sang's play, and Sang Shuwen became more and more grumpy day by day.

With the advent of April, the Emperor's time ability has progressed, and although he can't touch the timeline, when he is around Sangsang, he can observe a person's past and future through the timeline, which is limited to less than one minute. His role-playing life experience has also progressed well, providing Sang Sang with a lot of jokes, and he is only embarrassed to find out that he once became a woman and fell in love with someone after recovering his memory, and chased Xiaojin to delete the video.

"I'm leaving. The Emperor of Heaven opened the barrier and said goodbye to Sangsang.

"Hmm. Sangsang divided the candy and snacks on his body with him. "Remember to bring the souvenirs back. ”

"Do you want to go along? You didn't do anything at the Sang family anyway. The Emperor of Heaven once again made an invitation: "The third-level civilization also has painters, who can use paintings to fight, and even the holy realm can be healed." ”

"I'll go later. Sang Sang refused without hesitation, the new painting system was very attractive to her, but the most important thing at the moment was Sang Shuwen. In fantasy terms, Sang Shuwen is her inner demon, and if she doesn't get rid of her inner demon, she can't do anything wholeheartedly.

"Okay. The Heavenly Emperor snorted, took out a ball the size of an egg and handed it to Sang Sang: "This is the strongest spatial enchantment I can make now, it's a little small, it can only hold you, but it's quite strong." If you encounter danger, use your mental power to stimulate it, and it may be able to help you. ”

Sang Sang accepted it and reminded: "There is a folding fan in the top box of the candy for you, the fan is the most satisfying healing work I have so far, it is stronger than the healing flower card in your hand, if the spiritual power medicine is not enough, use it instead, that is, the recovery speed is slower than taking medicine." ”

The Emperor of Heaven hurriedly turned out the fan from the space, and found that the fan bone was a special material that could guide spiritual power, which was the same as the knife that Master Qi gave him, which could be used as a weapon, and the fan surface was a very strong cloth, and the painting was a very powerful carved beast, and the dark golden eyes were very similar to him.

"Sangsang, I can't bear you. The Emperor of Heaven hugged Sangsang with a whimper, and wanted to pack her up and take her away.

"Get out!" Sangsang slapped him away coldly. hugged Xiao Jin and rubbed his face: "Xiao Jin, I can't bear you." ”

"We can meet on the Star Network. Xiao Jin tilted his head, kicked and kicked with his legs, and supported Sangsang's cheek with his hand to prevent her from getting too close. The red light flashed in his eyes. "The star network of the third-level civilization is not connected to the galaxy, and there will be a delay in virtual wormhole jumping, you leave a message. I saw it coming to you. ”

"Hmph, you kissed me again in front of me. The Emperor muttered.

"The course of literary literacy still needs to be refreshed?" Sang Sang glanced at him, and he immediately looked at the sky and whistled, indicating that he didn't say anything, it was your hallucination just now.

After telling the parting feelings, the Emperor of Heaven was ready to set off, with a special small throne on his head. Xiao Jin sat on it, wearing a custom-made ancient costume robe, holding his hands on his chest, very imposing and condescending.

"Will be back in July at the latest. ”

In July, Sang Shuwen is almost over.

Sangsang thought. Calculate the depth of Sang Shuwen's poisoning and draw conclusions.

Sending off the Emperor of Heaven, Sangsang's life is still the same, but he often subconsciously looks at the corner of the room, where there is no space enchantment, and no one appears behind her to tickle nowhere, so there is no need to worry about someone going out to make trouble, and there is no need to adjust the nutrient solution behind someone's back......

Accustomed to the occasional convulsions of the Emperor of Heaven, everything calmed down. It's a little lonely.

The departure of the Emperor of Heaven and Xiao Jin, Sangsang is equivalent to losing the almighty golden finger).