Left arm, right arm, left leg, right leg.

Qi Youfeng quietly helped each year to warm up his limbs, and took out a long gown and covered her.

He could hear that there was a sense of self-renunity hidden in Nian's speech, but he didn't know how to answer better, and Nian's words were very good at her and she was not human.

In Qi Youfeng's opinion, letting things go naturally is the best way to deal with it, but there is a lot of unwillingness in his self-giving and self-giving every year, a kind of unwillingness that he can't find a clue for the time being.

Maybe I am worried that the exposure of my identity will cause unnecessary trouble?

Qi Youfeng guessed that after NPC was exposed, he probably felt that some players would feel that it was unfair. After all, NPC's strong strength and strong armament exceeded the perception of ordinary players to a certain extent.

But this may be a good way to help get rid of others' covetousness and entanglement every year. After all, competing with an NPC will always make people feel meaningless.

Qi Youfeng stood up and looked at Nian Nian sitting in the chair. The wide back of the chair looked particularly thin every year. The maroon wood was a little dull, which contrasted with Nian Nian's skin color, so pale that it was not as real.

"Wait a little while, I'll find you something to warm up." Qi Youfeng said.

He nodded every year but didn't look at him.

Qi Youfeng turned around and went out, recalling a conversation she had once had.

That happened after Gongzi Yan joined the imperial dragon village.

Young Master Yan, who led a large group of bodyguards to the prisoner's village, quickly became good friends with Zimo. Zimo's prejudice against this person disappeared after dating him in person, leaving only the annoyance that he would regret meeting too late.

Gongzi Yan once found Qi Youfeng alone and asked about his thoughts.

At that time, Gongzi Yan must have seen his hesitation and decided to meddle in other people's business, right?

Qi Youfeng walked around this inn, looking for a place that was suspected to be a kitchen.

——"What are you hesitating about?"

——"I'm just not sure if my feelings are true."

——"Because I have been away from her, I am planning to do post-care data analysis rationally now?"

——""

——"Let me teach you the class. Our feeling in the game is indeed affected by data simulation calculations, but this is just because our bodies are dormant in the iron box outside, and all physiological activities of biochemical matter have been suppressed. In order to create a real game experience, when the game system detects related biochemical system activities, it will amplify external expressions such as the five senses accordingly, but it is only magnified."

——"It can also be subverted, such as the strange taste of every year."

——"Yes, bridging mismatched information and information sources and artificially building a sense of reality is also a very important technical project. But this has nothing to do with the creation of emotions."

——"Artificial sense of reality"

——"Don't get me wrong. If love is related to phenylethylamine, dopamine, or endorphin hormones, do you think the game company will have this kind of leisure and resources to simulate a biochemical system for every player, and then boredly regulate hormones for you?"

--"you mean"

——"You are still moved when your biochemical system is suppressed and detected by the game system. It's that simple."

It was that simple, Qi Youfeng smiled faintly.

He found the kitchen somewhere outside the courtyard where they were resting, and also found the busy "people" in the kitchen.

Leaving some silver ounces means that I will come to pick it up later, and I also reminded me to prepare some ginger soup. Qi Youfeng turned around and went out again.

If love between humans is interfered with by many random factors from its generation to its cultivation, then for those residents of all kinds of colors in this game world, for these data people with various lifestyles, love is nothing more than an inevitable called algorithms and a chance called probability.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, this is not much different from love in the real world. Fate is inevitable, part is accidental, and a similar interest between equality between the two families and the Red Chamber is inevitable. It is accidental.

What Qi Youfeng wants to answer is the inevitable that only belongs to him.

Perhaps in the end it will only be a unilateral algorithmic explanation. He knows more that compared to the years of theoretically having infinite time, his companionship may be just a few bytes in the database at most.

But this is also a gratifying place, people will forget it, and they will not.

If one day in the future he is forgotten every year, he will definitely feel uneasy, but if the relevant data will be deleted on the future he will feel relieved.

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Not long after, Qi Youfeng returned to the wing room where he was Niannian. Not only did he bring a box of steaming food, but he also had a small bag of clothes for daily to keep warm.

After all, the time is short and the materials in your hands are limited. Qi Youfeng just used pre-stored leather to make a pair of long and underarm gloves and a pair of stockings that were higher than the knees.

I put my gloves and stockings on every year, and was surprised to find that they all fit very well. The size was just close to the skin, but it would not affect joint movement because it was too tight.

"When I rubbed my hands and legs just now, I roughly measured the size. Isn't it professional enough?" Qi Youfeng said with a smile.

"Yeah, it's amazing." Niannian also praised.

He paused and looked up every year, "Thank you."

"No, it should be." Qi Youfeng shook his head and replied.

A cold situation.

He slowly brought the ginger soup into his mouth every year, and his concentration seemed to be visually measuring the length of the shredded ginger at the bottom of the bowl.

After a while, Niannian looked up again and asked as a questioning question, “Can I go out and have a walk?”

"Of course." Qi Youfeng suppressed his sigh and smiled casually.

He put down the porcelain bowl every year, his movements were a little impatient. The bottom of the bowl left a harsh sound on the wooden table. He sorted out his clothes and gave Qi Youfeng a smile again, and disappeared from his sight with a jumping and jumping.

Watching the "escape" every year, Qi Youfeng picked up the porcelain bowl on the table, rubbed his fingertips along the edge of the bowl. After a moment, his fingers loosened slightly, watching it turn into pieces.

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Niannian, who escaped from the door, knew that she might hurt Qi Youfeng's heart, but she really couldn't find a more natural way to get along with her. She could only blame herself while silently chanting in her heart.

After all, Jinchang City is just a border town. Although there are teahouses and restaurants, the number and scale are far less than that of Chang'an. I walked around the streets every year, and behind me were empty shop doors. There were two small buildings with people coming and going in the distance. Looking at them every year, I felt that the noisy and lively place was not suitable for me.

As she walked, she walked under the city wall. Every year she tried to communicate with the soldiers, and found that her identity as an envoy was unexpectedly useful. Her obviously special appearance also eliminated the skill of the soldiers looking for someone to verify. However, taking a brief record, the young general guarding the city made Nian step on the stone steps leading to the city wall.

"You," the man's eyes paused on his sharp ears every year, "This girl, it's better not to stay for a long time on the wall."

"I know, I'll get off later, but I might have to go around here," Niannian looked up and asked with a smile, "It's okay if I don't get off from you later, right?"

"Of course it's okay." The man waved his hand generously, and his cheeks, which were polished by the wind and sand, seemed a little red.

"Then thank you for this general!"

After stepping on the high stone steps every year, he walked up a few steps, and then turned around and waved to the attention of a group of soldiers under the city.

The higher you go, the louder the wind, the broader the vision, and the easier it will be every year.

Every year, you climb the south city wall. Looking into the distance, there is a mountain on the front, the original on the left, and the sand on the right.

Without thinking much, I turned left decisively every year, counted the small square holes in the merceration, and walked towards the side of the plain with greenery.

As she counted, a purple official uniform appeared out of the corner of her eyes. She turned her head-

"Why are you visiting the city wall alone? What about your flower protector?"

"Why are you here to visit the city wall alone? What about your five hundred guards?"

Every year, he spoke back without showing any weakness and received a soft hum from Song Qing.

"What are you doing here? Looking at the scenery?" Every year I was curious.
Chapter completed!