Blessings to the beautiful stars

"Blunt General Express, today is another great victory! I said earlier that the sea of ​​stars is nothing but the ears of chickens and dog ears. I beat the opposite side and changed from the head of state system to the parliamentary system. The newly elected speaker, I will sooner or later He must be captured!"

The energetic voice rang in Zuo Wu's ears, it was infinitely sweeter than the daily alarm.Waking up from the messy bed, Zuo Wu scratched his hair, not wanting to turn off the sound that woke him up.

Opening his eyes, Dutzi's report was already lying carelessly in his field of vision.

You don’t need to click to open it, you know that there must be a lot of boasting, but even so, Zuo Wu still carefully pasted the report on the most conspicuous desktop in his vision, in order to cover up a few lines of words that are most conspicuous——

Script name: "The Thousand-Year War Between the Two Rivers! "

Background brief introduction: The country that unites the Milky Way, the decay of prosperity and decline, the brave who was excluded and sealed, and the mysterious star gate that suddenly appeared is connected to the world of the devil...

Elapsed time: seven years and three months.

Progress: The sea of ​​bright stars is defeated, and the Xindilian is like a god.

Zuo Wu clicked his tongue, even though he covered up these words with blunt reports, they still ran to the top of the desktop if he didn't pay attention.

This is the request I made to Chao Ranluo, saying that I must always remind myself that this world is a virtual script in the most conspicuous place.

Ran Luo complied, but Zuo Wu sometimes felt that these words were really disappointing, as if the advice was harsh.

at this time.

Dutzi sent along with her report, the sound that was set to play automatically was still not turned off by Zuo Wu, and the alarm clock sounded at the right time in the early morning, superimposed brightly and brightly, and the lingering sound in the physical sense lingered.

Ai Shanshan, who was lying on the messy bed with Zuo Wu, was annoyed.

Ai Shanshan clicked his tongue, snatched away the only quilt, and wrapped it tightly around his head, only revealing the long pearly white hair that had become rough after a night, and his irritable voice was muffled:

"I really don't understand, that stinky AI, do you like her or hate her? I heard that if you want to hate a certain sound or a certain song, you can set it as an alarm clock, and the effect will always be very good... Yeah Don't grab my quilt!"

Zuo Wu didn't snatch the quilt, but just pulled it for Ai Shanshan, covering her stomach and waist, which she only cared about covering her ears, and didn't care about the bruises and finger marks he left on it last night , looked away, shrugged and said:
"If I remember correctly, you set the alarm clock."

"Really, then why do I always sleep until noon recently?"

"You didn't hear the alarm clock." Zuo Wu said, suddenly feeling guilty.

"Then who is to blame?" Ai Shanshan snorted softly, turned over, raised his legs and shook them.

Zuo Wu became more and more flustered: "You can't blame me."

"Ha, is it?"

Ai Shanshan's shaking legs stopped suddenly, and the quilt she had just snatched was lifted directly, and she turned sideways, just looking carelessly at Zuo Wu with one hand on her cheek.

But the other hand pointed to the newly added bruises and finger marks on her stomach last night, as well as the old injuries from earlier: "But why do I feel that someone has been getting more and more intense recently?" The gameplay' seems to be to blame too?"

Zuo Wu clicked his tongue: "You are not very cooperative."

Ai Shanshan's eyes narrowed slightly, and the tip of his forked tongue was slightly exposed, as if he was sniffing Zuo Wu's flustered snake letter:
"I didn't say it was bad, it's just... ha, although it's unlikely, you don't want to leave more of your...marks on me, do you?"

"No." Zuo Wu was categorical, but covered his mouth.

"But what you said recently is getting more and more embarrassing!" Ai Shanshan's eyes have completed the crescent moon: "What's 'I am yours', 'I am not allowed to run', blah blah blah...do you want to continue? "

"No need." Zuo Wu was decisive, but the hand that covered his mouth just now gradually moved up, and now he has also covered his face.

"Combined with your more and more intense gameplay, the mark you left on me, and your words," Ai Shanshan snapped his fingers, but the somewhat charming voice suddenly stopped:
"Are you still worried that I will disappear directly after this script is over?"

Left Wu Moran, his eyes unstoppably glanced at the few lines of characters that are always at the top of his vision.

This script is clearly called "The Millennium War".

But after only seven years, he has gained such a big advantage.

At first, I was worried that I would not be able to beat the sea of ​​stars, so I used my flesh and blood, which could cause the decay of luck, as cheap grenades, and distributed it to every fighter in my script.

Guang Xingxinghai seems to have nothing to do with the decay of luck, or maybe Ran Luo gave him a golden finger.Its fleets crumble at a touch, and its weapons do little damage to its warriors.

I almost passed the dungeon, and Ran Luo also explained thoughtfully at this time that the destruction of Guangming Xinghai means the end of the script.

But he didn't even see Xiao Hui's face.

Zuo Wu could only quickly start micro-manipulation, put in countless painstaking efforts, burned a lot of hair, and finally stopped the overwhelming momentum on his side.

This will of course cause suspicion and dissatisfaction among his subordinates.

Zuo Wu thought about it again, and then promoted the blunt who had no experience in leading the army and often boasted to the position of the supreme marshal of the battle, hoping that she would not lose her hope, endure a few defeats, and let Guang Xinghai recover Some vitality.

In the end, with the blunt ability, he still won consecutive battles.

Zuo Wu had no choice but to order Dutzi to be recalled as well.

The bald-headed AI got it wrong, thinking that she didn't fight well enough. During this period of time, she worked extra hard. Even if there was a little bit of victory, she would package it into a gorgeous battle report and send it to Zuo Wu.

Zuo Wu regarded all these battle reports as his alarm clock, his own collection.The more Duzi's good news, the more urgent Zuo Wu felt——

This script is coming to an end, although it is used to practice for myself, and the details of all aspects cannot withstand scrutiny, but the beauty infiltrated in it has already fascinated me.

If Ranluo uses this as a reference and gets more proficient, will she be able to extricate herself from the next script that she weaves?

Even... Do I really want to return to sobriety?
Zuo Wu looked back and looked at Ai Shanshan with pursed lips. The bruises on her body were left by him, and the time spent every night almost became a window for him to vent his anxiety.

Only when she is by my side can I have the opportunity to leave her with bruises; as long as I return to reality and let time move forward a little bit, I may say goodbye to her forever.

Ai Shanshan saw Zuo Wu's uneasiness.

She exhaled, stood up, and hugged Zuo Wu into her arms: "...fool, isn't that why I set the alarm clock?"

"I want to remind myself to get up early every day, to bring Levina together, to review over and over again, to plan what she and I will do after we return to reality, so as to break through the chaos of the void."

"I've been trying, all the time."

Zuo Wu exhaled: "Is there any result?"

"...It's been seven years, of course there are some results," Ai Shanshan said in a muffled voice, rubbing the tip of his nose lightly in Zuo Wu's arms: "Although it's still not optimistic."

A moment of silence.

Only the soft breathing of the two hugging each other echoed on the messy bed.

Ai Shanshan was even more so. She suddenly found that her fingers hugging Zuo Wu's back unconsciously curled up, and her nails were aching. Then she suddenly remembered that she had also left scars on Zuo Wu's back one after another.

Zuo Wu is marking himself.

Didn't he want to leave a mark on him that he didn't want Zuo Wu to forget him?
If this script is a big dream.

"Then when I wake up, I'm going to die..."

Ai Shanshan murmured, but when Zuo Wu's hug suddenly became heavier, he realized his slip of the tongue, gritted his teeth, pushed Zuo Wu away, and squeezed out a smile:
"Hey, I've been sleeping late for the past few days, did Levina go to work honestly, and review the game for me and her?"

Zuo Wu muffled: "I don't know."

"Then go and see for me, she is also lazy, then tell me about her. She is a maid, and I am the proprietress, and I am the only one who can be lazy!"

"……it is good."

Zuo Wu agreed, got up, pulled a few clothes casually, and put them on.

But I heard Ai Shanshan intentionally or unintentionally behind him: "Speaking of which, after such a long time, have you...stealed the maid?"

Zuo Wu was silent for a moment, then shook his head quickly: "No!"

Ai Shanshan snorted softly, and only when Zuo Wu was about to step out of the room, did he say something intentionally or unintentionally:

"It's been seven years." (End of this chapter)