Sam was very puzzled. Why was it that even though he was demonstrating what a saint was with his life, the protagonist was not moved by his saintly light at all, but instead oppressed him even more severely? How could the protagonist always stop at the exact moment when he couldn't bear it anymore and was about to explode? Then his surging resentment was forcibly held back in his throat, and his social barriers began to poke at his HP: explosion = coldly condemning the protagonist's bad behavior = preaching earnestly = saying many, many, many, many words... Never mind. ˊ_>ˋ
Sam then became weak again, with a cold face, silently hurting himself.
In fact, Sam knew that it was unrealistic for the protagonist who had just been betrayed by his best friend to immediately trust a person of unknown origin. In the protagonist's view, he no longer cared about what others thought of him, and the right solution was to make the most of that person's value before he was betrayed, especially since that person was pretending to be mysterious with a cold and noble look (very foggy).
…So is it still you who is to blame, the socially challenged one?
Socially awkward (cold and aloof): Humph.
Therefore, in the empty and lonely Lost Land, the only three living things are: the protagonist who keeps brushing up his skill proficiency, the reader who is always abused and never surpassed, and a peeping beast. Speaking of the beast, Sam has been able to see it peeping at the protagonist somewhere these days. Sam can basically make a schedule for it: in the morning, peeping at the protagonist; at noon, peeping at the protagonist; at night, peeping at the protagonist.
...How much do you want to sign a contract with the protagonist, Meowth?
Once Sam noticed it, the nine-tailed beast would flee in a flash. Is this a 123 wooden man? Sam had no doubt that as long as he left the protagonist for even a minute, the beast would definitely rush towards the protagonist and say, "Sign a contract with me, young man!"
Thinking of this, Sam instantly strengthened his belief that he would never leave the protagonist's side.
Although the cat-like monster is indeed a divine beast, and its skills are amazing, Sam and a group of readers also liked this cute pet very much: it is both cute and hardworking, so how can you miss such a cute pet? But in the later part of "Mixed Blood", the author will tell readers very kindly: This cat has a passive skill! It likes the emotions of resentment and despair the most! It was attracted by the protagonist's resentment! In order to trigger this emotion, it will actively bring bad luck! It is one of the contributors to the protagonist's dark side in the later period! The readers are shocked inside and out, but the author just laughs it off! No! Yes!
For the sake of my great and cute master, hello cat and goodbye cat!
A certain silly and cute person would not admit that he was envious and jealous. Why couldn't the protagonist treat them equally when they were both contracted? In the novel, the protagonist doted on the cute contracted beasts that accompanied him, so why did he torture the readers who also accompanied him and made contracts with him? Don't be so racist, a55hole! He can also act cute. Well, he really can't do that. Sam wanted to talk to Xiu more than once, but he only thought about it every time. His social barriers ensured that no matter how rich the lines in his mind were, in the end, there were still two expressionless people sitting in a row, one gloomy, the other stiff, and the chat history would never turn to the second page.
Just like that, those who practiced continued to practice, and those who were abused continued to be abused, day after day, and nothing changed.
Sam, who was hurt, said that "Mixed Blood" is actually the struggle story of a hard-working protagonist rather than a stallion YY novel! When Sam recalled the description of this plot in "Mixed Blood", the poor readers were almost crying.
[...Time flies by, and before he knows it, Xiu has been in the Lost Land for three years. He...]
Three years...three...years...
Sam was completely defeated. He was afraid that the author didn't spend enough time writing the story and that the protagonist wasn't strong enough. He must have been possessed by some stupid thing!
The most sad thing is not that they are so close yet so far away, but that the novel says "three years passed in a flash", and you are in this novel.
After being abused again, Sam felt that this was not going to work. After three years of abuse, he would become a sgumbag. He had to stand up. With such great plot resources in his hands, how could he be defeated by a mere monster with social disabilities? He wanted to be the protagonist's good brother! So after another week of procrastination (social disabilities: hehe), Sam finally found Xiu and prepared to talk to him and spoil the spoilers to refresh his favorability.
The spoiler Sam prepared is related to Xiu's life experience: In fact, in Louis's magic notebook, there is an important piece of information, that is, Louis once tried to resurrect a dwarf with undead magic. The experiment was successful in the end. The dwarf was not completely resurrected. He had both the characteristics of the undead and a certain vitality, becoming a half-dwarf and half-undead existence. Only Sam who has watched the later plot of "Mixed Blood" can spoil it without pressure: the "half-undead" is actually the protagonist's grandfather. In short, the protagonist's grandfather is a "hybrid" of the undead and the dwarf.
If I tell the protagonist the above spoilers, and then say coldly and noblely: If you want to know more, stop being evil, his happy days will probably not last long.
Xiu sat on the throne, put down the magic notebook in his hand, and stared silently at Sam who came to him for the first time with his dim black pupils.
Sam pressed his earphones and began to reveal the spoilers word by word: "Actually---" Your life story is recorded in the magic notebook.
Sam opened his mouth, but no sound came out. No matter how hard he tried to draw air from his throat, his voice seemed to be strangled by some invisible hand.
"---"That half-dwarf, half-undead is related to you.
He couldn't say it, he couldn't say it at all. It was as if he was forbidden to tell the truth by some existence, that existence was very powerful, what was it? Was it the author, the god, or... the world?
Sam's face was frozen, and he was about to cry. Why was he allowed to spoil the plot before but was forbidden now? Could it be that he couldn't tell the protagonist something that he shouldn't know now? Or that he couldn't tell the spoiler now because it would affect the subsequent plot development? The only spoiler skill was still restricted. It was too cruel...
Seeing the lich's face becoming increasingly gloomy, Sam said reflexively: "We can leave here."
---He started reciting lines again, what should I do?
Xiu looked a little surprised, and there was a flash of confusion and hesitation. Sam also reacted at this time, and then thought it was a good topic to start: he should have persuaded the protagonist to leave the Lost Land a long time ago. Practicing necromancy all the time would either be sick or abnormal. Most importantly, he didn't want to be abused again!
"Why?"
There are no little brothers, no cannon fodder, no cute girls here. He is the only one being abused, and he is not happy.
Sam said with a straight face: "There is no one here."
Xiu first glanced at the magic notebook in his hand: "Indeed..." Then he stared at Sam and said hoarsely: "There is a lack of corpses."
---Wait a minute, how did this topic deteriorate to the point of lack of cultivation materials?
Sam instantly felt that Xiu's gaze on him had deepened. He was silent for a second, then continued as if nothing had happened: "Go out, and you will become stronger."
Is it really ok to continue discussing such a devastating topic?
Xiu's fingers suddenly tightened as he thought of some bad memory. He stared at Sam, and strong emotions leaked out.
WARNING: Your death flag is about to be set.
This is risking one's life to give advice! Sam immediately made it clear that he was also a villain: "Your enemy is not me."
Xiu stared at Sam for a long while, his dull eyes filled with suffocating darkness. Then he reached out and touched the back of Sam's neck - this is the most vulnerable part of a person. When he pressed it firmly, he felt a sense of satisfaction of completely controlling the person in front of him.
The cold skin pressed against the back of his neck made Sam always want to shiver. Sam didn't know why the protagonist had developed the habit of touching his neck. Anyway, it was just a touch and it wasn't going to destroy the world, so Sam just let it go. Although he always felt that the protagonist touching his neck felt like stroking a restless pet, so was this the retribution for stealing the script of the cat star...
The usually cold skin of the undead gradually became warm. Xiu felt the warmth and tenderness under his fingers, and finally rubbed it for a while, then withdrew his hand with a little reluctance. Sam looked at the lich in front of him whose mood suddenly improved, and suddenly felt that the undead race was really like the cats, with a fickle personality.
"Let's go."
When Sam came to his senses, Xiu was already standing at the entrance of the temple, looking over here. The light from the distant beam of light outlined him, making the undead creature from the darkness look pure and holy.
"After we get out, I'll take you to see my 'good friend'."
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Time passed quickly, and before he knew it, Xiu had been in the Lost Land for three years. He stood at the entrance of the temple, looking at the light column in the distance, slightly lost in thought. The light from afar cast a long shadow for the lich. In the lich's shadow, the skeleton general laughed with a clacking sound, the zombie lord moved his steps heavily, and the ghost banshee swayed her pale and transparent body.
"Meow~"
Xiu lowered his head and Ming was rubbing his feet with his body. Seeing Xiu looking at it, Ming raised his head, his one gold and one blue eyes full of expectation.
Xiu picked up Ming and stroked Ming's neck with his hand. The eight-tailed monster rolled comfortably in Xiu's arms, and heard its master say to it: "Let's get out of here."
Louis's magic notebook had already recorded the method of leaving the Lost Land, and now was the time.
"After we get out, I'll take you to see my 'good friend'."
very good friend".
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