With the help of the dim moonlight in the sky, Xie Ziyou finally saw the scene inside the stone wall clearly.
The gray-faced boy sat slumped on the ground, his upper body leaning against the stone wall.
He lowered his head slightly, and a large black shadow fell, blocking his face.
The moonlight only illuminates the half of Guan Heng's arm lying on the ground, it is so thin, with reddish-brown blood scabs scattered all over, and light blue blood vessels faintly revealing below.
Guan Heng didn't have the slightest fluctuation of profound energy around his body, if it wasn't for Xie Ziyou's sharp ears, who could distinguish the subtle breathing sound from the wind, he would almost have thought that the boy was already a corpse.
Xie Ziyou's heart trembled, and he felt numb and gurgling again, as if a spring had been plugged in his chest, and he had a stress reaction when he saw Guan Heng.
Why is this man like this
The right time, place, and people are all arranged for him, why doesn't he seize the opportunity to practice and heal his injuries
Xie Ziyou picked at the hole the size of a fingernail, and touched a pea-sized pebble from the ground, wondering if he should throw it in to wake the protagonist up.
But after gesturing at the hole for a long time, he finally shook his head helplessly and held the stone tightly in his hands.
Guan Heng's injuries were too serious.
This body of his is Xiannv Xie, the proud son of the Central Academy, not that golden finger that has no power to restrain a chicken. If you throw a stone, if you can't handle it well...
Xie Ziyou pushed away the stone wall, and raised his hand to rub his sore eyes.
"... I really didn't expect it." He whispered sullenly, "Is Youyou's identity so important to Guan Heng?"
He has read so many fantasies, among which there are many stories about grandpas/soul pets/parents/relatives/unimportant supporting characters being killed by villains.
Didn't the protagonists cheer up quickly, triple-jump their cultivation bases, and then take revenge on the villains
The system also has mixed feelings in its heart.
Its host is good at everything, but it is too insensitive to emotions.
The system thought for a while, and carefully hinted: "Then Youyou, now that you know, what are you going to do next?"
Xie Ziyou's heart was sore and stuffy, he scratched the back of his head irritably, and scratched his black hair into a messy grass with bristles.
What else could he do
Youyou is already dead, even the bracelet is completely destroyed, he can separate his consciousness and attach it to other things, but...
Feeling restless, Xie Ziyou turned his gaze away and glanced at the small hole on the stone wall.
He was taken aback for a moment, and then he clung to him tightly: "... what is that?"
"mosquito?"
The system was also stunned: "Youyou, are you delusional?"
It's freezing cold, where are the mosquitoes coming from
"No... not tricky eyes!"
Xie Ziyou was half lying on the ground, watching intently, his tone gradually became irritable from hesitant at the beginning.
"His uncle, where did the stinky mosquitoes come from? Court death!"
Bastard, how dare you bite Guan Heng? Didn't know he had lost too much blood
The young master's man... Bah, the young master's protagonist is also someone you, a stinky mosquito, can abuse
The small stone pinched in the palm finally has a place to use.
Anger rose in Xie Ziyou's eyes, and pure profound energy was poured into the stone, and the pea-sized pebble gradually emitted light blue light, like a jade soul of ice.
Seeing that the stone is about to be ejected into the hole, the system hastily turned into a bee, buzzing and blocking the entrance of the hole: "Wait, you, don't rush to vent your anger!"
"Wait what!"
Xie Ziyou anxiously pushed the system away with his hands: "Mosquitoes bite so fast, one bite is a big bag—wait, what are you talking about, venting your anger?"
"Joke! Am I mad?"
Not to be outdone, Xie Ziyou stared at the system and clenched his teeth.
The system said helplessly: "Youyou, look carefully, how can there be golden mosquitoes in the world?"
"That's the employee who came to take over your job, an old man, Golden Finger System 302—no, it seems to be 303 now."
It was freezing cold and silent.
In the whole cave, there is only dim moonlight cast from the cracks in the rocks, and the outline of the figure can be discerned, and the pale golden dots flying in the air become conspicuous.
Above the peak, frost and snow covered the vegetation and rocks, and the refreshing chill penetrated into the skin bit by bit.
Xie Ziyou's heart gradually became as cold as ice.
He shivered, but he refused to believe in evil, so he bent over the hole and looked at it for a long time.
After a long time, he spit out a mouthful of sulking that he didn't know who was targeting.
"It's clearly a mosquito..."
The system smiled wryly.
As systems, although they hide in the host's sea of consciousness most of the time, and only communicate with the host spiritually, each system also has its own mimicry for emergencies.
Each system can freely set its own mimicry, and can also be replaced at any time.
For example, 011 himself, the most commonly used mimicry is the little bee.
The small insects flying lightly in the cave are not so much mosquitoes, but rather tiny butterflies. They are golden, with thin wings gathered behind their backs, and slender tentacles protruding slightly forward.
I don't know how its host sees 303 as a mosquito.
Knowing that Xie Ziyou was restless, the system comforted him from the side: "Don't worry, Senior 303 will definitely take good care of Guan Heng. He is well-known in our system—according to what you say, it can be regarded as an urban legend."
Xie Ziyou's peach blossom eyes flickered, and he said, "What urban legend, the last train on No. 404?"
"Uh... I mean very famous and inspirational figures, such as Ma Yun and the like."
Xie Ziyou snorted: "Tch, it's a stinky butterfly, why should it be compared with Papa Ma?"
The system smiled wryly: "Just by its number, 303."
The system number of Zhutian System Company has its unique meaning, every time it assists a host to complete the task, the system number can increase by one.
System 303 means that Guan Heng is the 303rd host brought by this senior.
It was the first time for Xie Ziyou to understand these rules.
His eyes widened in surprise, and his thin lips parted slightly: "So, your name is 011, and I am the eleventh host you brought?"
System: "That's right. But Youyou, I still hope you call me by another name, "Villain System" is fine, don't call me 011."
…because 011 is not a unique name.
Every system has gone through the stage of 011, and 11 is really a small number, and every system is proud of the high number.
That means that they have gone through wind and snow and led batch after batch of hosts to the peak.
The three-digit system number is considered an excellent existence in the system, not to mention the three-digit number starting with 3.
"The system also has life, and it will also feel tired. Generally speaking, a system that has brought over 100 hosts will have two choices. One is to retire and go down to enjoy the blessings in the small world, and the other is to be promoted and enter the high-level headquarters to do management work. "
The specific choice depends on the working efficiency of the system during this period of time and the evaluation of the system by each host.
"The system is not a machine. There are very few systems that refuse the above two directions and choose to continue working, but Senior 303 is an exception among the exceptions - the above promotion transfer proposal has been issued seven or eight times, but it has been rejected every time. "
"It's the oldest system on the front line."
The system spoke slowly, with hints of admiration and admiration faintly revealed in his tone.
"Moreover, the senior is very gentle and popular. He is willing to mention the small systems who have just joined the company. We all like him."
Xie Ziyou: "... oh."
After listening to the system's explanation, the golden flying insect quietly changed in his eyes, from a big pig's trotter to an amiable, hard-working grandfather image.
...Different from temporary workers and half-baked workers like him, with his quality and ability, he is indeed more suitable to stay by Guan Heng's side as a golden finger.
Xie Ziyou licked his back molars hard.
He stuck his whole body against the stone wall, not caring that the rough rock surface rubbed his cheek sorely, his eyes didn't blink, and he stared at the flying light spot.
Guan Heng, who had been sitting stiff for a long time, finally reacted. Xie Ziyou watched the young man raise his head, his empty eyes wandered back and forth, and landed on the humming light spot.
Guan Heng frowned.
His entire face was submerged in darkness, but Xie Ziyou knew that he was frowning.
Even if he didn't realize it before, the two years of living together had already deeply engraved the figure of the boy in each other's souls. Guan Heng's fingertips slightly hooked, and he knew that Guan Heng was a little irritable.
Xie Ziyou held his breath, the blood was surging back and forth in the blood vessels, his heart was overwhelmed, and it was beating wildly.
He watched helplessly as the young man raised his hand, his slender fingers were still pierced with thorns, and his pale fingertips slowly raised, looking towards the golden light spot in the air.
An unreasonable panic, like a big hand, suddenly clenched the tender heart.
Slowly, but persistently, something invisible and colorless, as subtle as a strand of silk, but heavier than life, was drawn out from the blood in his heart.
At this moment, Xie Ziyou has never been so clearly aware of a fact.
"Youyou" can be replaced.
Goldfinger Yoyo... is about to be replaced.
The author has something to say: Xie Ziyou: So I can be replaced QAQ
Protagonist: Huh? What replaces, after I agree
Protagonist: Replacement is impossible, not even in this lifetime. Come to swim, drop a horse, let you know how much I love you~
Author: Come on, open the market, let’s guess 303’s identity and fate