My Iyashikei Game Chapter 110: She shed tears of being healed

Han Fei is telling Xu Qin a bright future in this ghastly desperate world.

Evil ghosts and monsters are everywhere, and you will lose your soul if you are not careful. Hope is one of the rarest things in this kind of place.

Han Fei used to be a hopeless person. He was very depressed, very decadent and very unlucky. He was already lazily struggling to resist.

But when he entered the deep world, he realized that it is not terrible to have no hope. The terrible thing is that he lives in boundless despair, and he doesn't even know what hope is.

After meeting a neighbor, Han Fei was able to feel the change in his mentality. He discovered that his desire to survive was so strong, and that he wanted to live so seriously.

His life was changed by this underworld game, and now he also wants to change the people around him.

Xu Qin is a lunatic judged by the system, and even the introduction of the system says that Xu Qin is a cursed aggregate, and the state is very unstable, but what about?

In Han Fei's opinion, Xu Qin saved his life more than once, which is enough.

"You have a good rest, I'm still waiting to eat the food you cook." Han Fei looked at the dark night out of the window. He saw the boundless despair and the empty streets: "After exploring the surroundings, we can Open a deli on this street. The food you cook is so delicious. It will definitely attract a lot of things and heal their broken hearts."

Xu Qin's condition gradually recovered, and Han Fei left the fifth floor.

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Huang Ying's consciousness that was severely stimulated slowly recovered. The moment he opened his eyes, his body could not help but curled up together. He was now very scared and in a trance.

"Are you awake?"

A kind and kind voice came into his ears, and Huang Ying looked warily in the direction where the voice came from.

Under the dim light, an old lady walked out of the kitchen carrying the freshly cooked porridge: "I think you have yin deficiency. I will cook a pot of porridge for you. Drink it while it is hot."

The square box TV is showing advertisements, and the house is decorated as a whole decades ago, simple but warm.

"I remember being chased by a ghost..." Huang Ying sat on the bed for a long time. He found that his previous memory had become a little fuzzy, as if he had been hammered in the head by something.

"You seem to have a nightmare." The old lady served Huang Ying a bowl of soup: "I saw you lying alone in the corridor. I was afraid that you would catch a cold, so I carried you back into the house, and you lay down. I started talking nonsense after I got down."

"Is it really a dream? But that's too real." Huang Ying sat up from the bed. He could smell the porridge. Exhausted, he slowly picked up the bowl of porridge.

Huang Ying tried to take a sip while stroking his cheek in the steaming steam.

The warmth slid down the mouth and into the stomach, fragrant and warm, dispelling the chill from the body.

Some unbelievable holding the porcelain bowl, Huang Ying flashed through scenes of horrible and **** scenes, like a woman crawling on the ceiling like a spider, a perverted murderer whose half of her body was scorched, and that Tricked himself into the room with a baby face with a cracked mouth.

Continuous horror flooded to helpless himself, he shook his head desperately, and finally looked at the steaming porridge in his hand.

A simple bowl of porridge. The indescribable warmth gave Huang Ying an unprecedented experience. He had never had such a warm porridge.

Holding the porridge in both hands, after escaping from the dead, Huang Ying actually looked at the bowl of porridge and cried.

"What's the matter with your child?" The old lady didn't know what Huang Ying was crying. She picked up the cloth on the table and handed it to Huang Ying: "Why is such a big person crying?"

"No." Huang Ying sniffed and wiped some red and swollen eyes: "The porridge you made is so delicious. My mother often cooked porridge for me when she was still alive."

"Do you think of your mother?"

"En." Huang Ying was not afraid of being hot, and drank a big mouthful of porridge: "I was very naughty when I was a child. One time I went to the lake to play in winter and accidentally slipped in. The layer of ice was very thin. Shouting from the ice water, my mother jumped down to save me desperately. Later she pushed me to the shore, but she didn't have the strength to climb up."

"Your mother is great."

"I have always blamed myself. I now have a lot of money and I can get what I want, but I can't say that I am happy or unhappy. I always feel something in my heart." Huang Ying drank The old lady cooked the porridge, her eyes were still red: "I seldom tell people this. Sometimes I think I don't think about it anymore, but in the nightmare I just saw my mother again."

"Did you see your mother just now?" The old lady was a little surprised.

"In that endless fear, just when I thought I was going to die and I had given up struggling, she appeared again." Huang Ying tried to think back: "Just like when I was very young , She saved me when I was dying frequently, she entered the depths of my nightmare and saved me."

"Did you see clearly?"

"I didn't see it clearly, but in such a desperate nightmare, who would come and take me away except my mother? They made me feel very similar." Huang Ying touched his heart: "This game is always It can capture the softest ray of light in people's hearts, maybe it wants to heal my pain in this way..."

While Huang Ying was muttering to himself, the bedroom door was opened, and a child saw the porridge and vegetables on the table, and opened his mouth and said: "I don't eat from the coffin..."

Before she finished speaking, the old lady covered the child's mouth.

Rubbing the red and swollen eye sockets, Huang Ying sullenly drank all the porridge on the table: "Actually, I am a very persuasive person. I only dare to say these things to the NPC in the game."

He stood up, bowed deeply at the old lady, then took out many gifts from the inventory and placed them on the table: "Thank you for the porridge, but I still can’t calm down, I One thing must be done to confirm a guess!"

After finishing talking~IndoMTL.com~ Huang Ying walked to the bathroom under the incomprehensible gaze of the old lady and the child.

He grabbed the bathroom door handle and looked back at the cozy cabin: "Maybe I understand the meaning of hidden maps. This game is really beyond my expectation. It hits the bottom of people’s hearts and touches their souls. ."

Slowly using his arm, Huang Ying opened the bathroom door, and when he opened the door and walked in, a hand fell on his back.

The boundless Yin Qi instantly emerged, and Huang Ying's body turned into a **** light and penetrated into the blood-red attribute panel.

The bloodshot attribute panel slowly returned to normal, and Han Fei, who had just used the soul-recovering talent, sat down on the ground.

"Is the body consumed so much to the soul? It feels like the body is completely hollowed out."

Han Fei rushed to Meng Shijia before Huang Ying woke up. He was worried about the sequelae left by Huang Ying, so he hid in the bedroom and watched it secretly. He didn't take Huang Ying until Huang Ying woke up. Sent back.

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