MTL - They Are Not Human!-Chapter 221 real world

Wen Qing's fingertips paused, he didn't know how to explain, do you want to tell Io directly that I suspect you are not human? So you touched it twice?

Wen Qing blinked, looked at the right hand that was caught by Io, and hummed with a broken jar.

Io laughed softly.

Wen Qing's palm could feel the slight vibration in his chest.

Wen Qing pursed her lips and tried to shrink her hands, but Io tightened his grip instead.

Io's hand was a circle larger than his, and he could easily wrap his hand, pressed his fingers against his fingers and pressed down.

Wen Qing's fingertips trembled, and I have to say that the chest muscles feel pretty good.

"Is it easy to touch?" Io looked down at him, raised his eyebrows slightly, with a little playfulness in his eyes.

Two touches of warmth inevitably rose on Wen Qing's cheeks. He pulled out his hand forcefully and said dryly, "It's alright, keep working hard."

Saying that, he raised his hand and patted Io's chest, posing as the two brothers.

With a click, the bedroom door suddenly opened.

Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng rushed in hurriedly: "I forgot to bring my computer."

"Xiao Wang's text message didn't remind you to bring it."

The two took their laptops and hurried out of the bedroom.

Wen Qing quickly put down her hand, her heart beating fast.

He was just about to be glad that Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng didn't seem to notice him and Io just now, and then the door was quietly pushed open a crack.

Half of Song Qiang's face was revealed.

He narrowed his eyes, looked at Wen Qing suspiciously, and looked at Iou again: "What were you two doing just now?"

"Why do I see that you guys are touching your breasts?"

Wen Qing's expression stiffened.

Io nodded and said lightly: "Well, Wen Qing covets my chest muscles."

"I touched two while you were away."

Wen Qing: "…"

Song Qiang glanced at Iou's figure. He had all kinds of chest muscles and abdominal muscles. The standard **** and fleshy clothes were thin.

Not to mention Wen Qing, he was envious.

Song Qiang whispered: "I wanted to touch you last time and let me get out of the way..."

Xu Fengfeng's scolding voice came from the corridor: "Come on, it's too late."

"Come here," Song Qiang said while closing the door, "Io, send it to me which gym you went to, and send it to me as well!"

With a click, the bedroom door was closed again.

Wen Qing leaned against the back of the chair and breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked at Io in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Why is it the theme of infinity?"

Io leaned on the table lazily: "This theme has become popular recently, and it has not appeared in the game for the time being. It is an innovative plan."

"The teacher should be satisfied."

After speaking, he tilted his head and looked at Wen Qing with a smile: "otherwise? Why do you think it is?"

When Io smiled, his long and narrow eyes were slightly curved, giving people a feeling of looking at you affectionately.

Wen Qing seemed to be scalded by his gaze, she looked away, not daring to look directly into Io's eyes.

He shook his head and said, "Nothing."

"I'll just ask."

Wen Qing narrowed her eyebrows and stared at Io's hand on the table. She bent her fingers and pointed to the table bit by bit, looking like she was in a good mood.

Wen Qing pursed her lips, he and Io knew each other before entering the dungeon...

What can Io have to do with 001?

I couldn't help comparing Io's words and deeds with 001 and the housekeeper.

In contrast, 001 is more rigid because of the constraints of the rules.

And Io is more casual, like... 001 who got rid of the bondage.

Wen Qing was stunned, and suddenly, Io's breath was suppressed.

He came back to his senses, and saw Io leaning over slowly, with his hands on the back of his chair.

Wen Qing leaned back subconsciously, her shoulder blades touched Io's fingers, hot and hot.

As if it had penetrated into his skin through the clothes, Wen Qing felt a little dryness inexplicably.

He quickly asked, "What's wrong?"

Io bent down, wrapped Wen Qing in his arms, and got closer to him: "I also have something to ask you."

Wen Qing pursed her lips, ignoring the strange feeling in her heart, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Io stared at his dark eyes and asked, "Who were you thinking of when you looked at me just now?"

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled.

Io said lightly: "You were looking at another person through me just now."

This time it is a declarative sentence, not a question sentence.

Knowing that denial is useless now, Wen Qing simply said vaguely, "A friend."

Io's brows and eyes widened, and the tip of his index finger hooked the cuff of a warm t-shirt: "Who?"

The sleeves seemed to be infected with Io's body temperature, and they rubbed against the arms, raising a faint itch.

Wen Wei slightly turned sideways, avoided Io's restless fingers, and said casually, "You don't know what you said."

The corners of Io's lips raised slightly: "Maybe I know him?"

Wen Qing pinched the palm of his hand, raised his eyes and stared at Io, and spit out three words: "He is dead."

Io's lips froze: "Huh?"

Wen Qing paid attention to his reaction, and said without changing her face: "He is naturally weak, his body temperature is low, and his heart rate is irregular."

"I just thought you looked a bit alike, so I couldn't help touching you."

Looking at Wen Qing's convincing words, Io couldn't help but chuckle and guessed what little abacus he was making.

Wen Qing asked, "Why are you so interested in my friend."

"Well..." Io said slowly, dragging his tail, "I love Wujiwu."

Wen frowned slightly and wanted to ask a question when the phone rang suddenly.

It's Io's phone.

Io took out his mobile phone, glanced at the caller ID, and said to Wen Qing, "It's a senior from the same subject."

Wen Qing snorted, a little puzzled in her heart, why did you tell him this?

Io answered the phone in front of him: "Well."

"Planning is being conceived."

"Okay, it will probably take a few more days."

"it is good."

Io hung up the phone, took out the computer from his bag, and put it on Wen Qing's table.

Without waiting for Wen Qing to speak, he pulled his chair to Wen Qing's desk, sat down directly, and turned on the computer.

The table is not big, Wen Qing alone is very spacious, two people sitting, plus the other person is Io, it seems crowded.

Wen Qing moved casually, and he could stick to Io's arm.

He pursed his lips and asked, "Why don't you go to your own table?"

Io tapped the keyboard and said casually, "I want to write a plan and need your opinion."

He glanced at Wen Qing's slender arm and said casually, "You can also feel my body temperature while you are now."

"Is it true or not."

Wen Qing: "…"

He moved the chair aside, struggling to leave a little space, and asked, "What more do you want to ask?"

Io tapped on the keyboard and said, "There are four gods now."

Wen Qing was stunned: "Isn't it three?"

"There are three gods in the game copy," Io paused and turned to look at him, "and the main god."

"The myths of each series have a strict system, and the status of gods and gods must be clearly distinguished. For the theme of infinite flow, first of all, a main **** can be determined, who is responsible for the rules and systems of the entire game."

"He is also a **** punisher, who can punish and restrict other gods."

Wen Qing looked at him blankly: "Then what?"

Io continued: "Under the Lord God, is the God you just said."

"The big bosses that are equivalent to dungeons, they are gods in their dungeons, they have absolute control, and they restrict each other with the main god. Outside the dungeons, it's different."

"The question now is, what are the three gods responsible for?"

Io clicked the mouse and looked at Wen Qing: "What do you think?"

"I..." Wen Qing opened her mouth, swallowed the three words she didn't know, and said tentatively, "Nature, desire and giving."

Io nodded, with a little doubt in his eyes: "Why?"

Wen Qing looked at his expression, wondering if it was fake or real.

"Whatever I say," he said vaguely.

Io supported his chin with one hand, nodded and said, "Just say it."

Wen Qing was stunned.

Io said slowly: "Nature is the script of the world, the foundation of the world."

"Desire can represent a lot of things, and it has restrictions on the monsters and players in the game."

"As for giving..." He paused and said casually, "It's good for players."

"Zizi-"

"Zizi-"

The phone vibrated continuously.

Wen Qing glanced at his cell phone, but there was no news.

It's news from Io.

Io picked up the phone, opened WeChat, and said to Wen Qing, "It's the senior."

Chen Bingbing: [Student brother, you can come to consult me ​​if you encounter it when you are writing a plan. 】

Chen Bingbing: [I have followed Professor Chen in the game planning for the past two years and have rich experience. 】

Io: [Thank you. 】

Chen Bingbing: [Don't be embarrassed, you can ask me directly, after all, I am the team leader of our subject, and you are a newcomer. 】

Chen Bingbing: [Don't worry, when I'm not busy, I will definitely reply to your news and help you solve the problem. 】

Io: [Thank you. 】

Io: [I have a wife to help me. 】

Chen Bingbing: [? ? ? 】

Io turned on the do-not-disturb mode, put down the phone, and said to Wen Qing, "I'm a senior in the same subject, so I can ask him if I have any questions."

Wen Qing snorted, a little puzzled: "Why did you tell me this?"

Io asked back: "Aren't you curious who is looking for me?"

Wen Qing was even more puzzled: "Why should I be curious?"

Io typed on the keyboard and said casually, "If you're not curious, I want to tell you."

"I want you to know who is looking for me and why."