Ring Game [Unlimited]

Chapter 1

"I'm Fu Xing, today is 730 days since my boyfriend Yu Chi lost contact, um...exactly two years..." The man holding a video camera with one hand looked at himself in the camera , it seems that because there is no dawn, the light in the room is not very good, even so the beauty of that face is still not half.

He lowered his eyes and put the camera on the table in front of him. The gloom in his eyes was like July in Rome.

Yes, he has insomnia.

The sleep aid drugs have been stopped for some days, and his mental state is much better than before leaving school.

Fu Xing felt that everything was going in a good direction, but today, that inexplicable sense of powerlessness oppressed every nerve of him.

He straightened his slightly messy curly hair and tied it casually behind his head.

Probably because of the damned weather that made him feel restless, and this was his second summer in Italy.

He really doesn't like summer in Italy.

The summer in Rome this year was extremely dry, and there was not even a single rain.

Fu Xing lazily walked towards the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of the room, and opened the Prussian blue chenille curtains with one hand. This was the first time he saw that the summer morning in Rome was actually gray, and a few dark clouds could be vaguely seen in the distance. Is the first rain of the year finally here?

He gave a soft "tsk", stretched his waist, and still brought up a hearty smile on the corner of his lips, "Although it is a nasty rainy day, of course the good mood today cannot be spoiled by the weather."

Only then did Fu Xing realize that the camera on the table hadn't been turned off yet, so he hurriedly turned it off.This camera is quite old, so it is extremely difficult to buy a hand-in film. Although he still has some spare film, he doesn't want to waste it at all.

Fu Xing's mental state has not been very good in the past two years. Later, he went to see a doctor and was diagnosed with smiling depression. After repeated decisions, he chose to drop out of school.

After leaving school, he opened a private studio and barely made ends meet by selling oil paintings.

As for the camera, it is an agreement between him and himself. Every day when he wakes up, he will spend a minute or two recording his mental state and missing that person.

Fu Xing thought that when the film ran out, it would be time for him to say goodbye to the man who had been bothering him for two years and left without a word—Yu Chi.

Due to Fu Xing's haste, he accidentally tripped over the easel that he didn't have time to put away last night. He rubbed his head hit by the foot of the bed in pain, and murmured in a low voice: "Even you and me make life difficult for!"

The gloom just now was fleeting, and it is obvious that he has adjusted his state, and of course he must be full of energy for the new day!After all... After all, the unfinished painting in hand will be handed over to the client in one month. It takes a certain amount of time for the oil painting to dry, and of course it is related to the thickness of the paint, the amount of paint oil and the change of the weather. Even affected by the brand.

While counting the time, Fu Xing flicked the camera, found the video he just recorded, and was hesitating whether to delete it when his doorbell rang.

The first floor is his studio and exhibition hall, and the second floor is his living room.

As for the ringing of the doorbell on the second floor, the guests who came to him were very polite. If there were no special circumstances, they would never come to the second floor to disturb him. He frowned, put down the camera and asked who it was.

"Mr. Fu is interrupting." The other party spoke authentic Mandarin, which made Fu Xing both friendly and curious.

When I opened the door, I saw a tall man with blond hair and blue eyes in a suit and leather shoes. In fact, he was only less than three centimeters taller than Fu Xing, but the aura of that man made people dare not approach him.

Before Fu Xing could speak, the man took out a photo from his suit pocket, and along the slit of the black silk gloves, Fu Xing vaguely felt that the face was familiar.

"I'm Fossey, and I'm here to ask Mr. Fu to order an oil painting in black and white."

Just listening to this fluent Chinese, Fu Xing couldn't help looking more at this man who didn't know whether he was from Denmark or the UK, um...he is a good model, if the other party has time, he might be able to make an appointment , or leave a contact information.

But when he thought of that person...he felt that no one was more suitable than him.

Fu Xing pulled back his thoughts and asked puzzledly: "Black and white, are you sure?"

Many people came to him to customize oil paintings, but this was his first request for black and white paintings.

"It's a portrait." The man added.

"..."

Fu Xing: Good guy, everyone is getting off to a good start. I didn't expect such a list to come out early in the morning? !Today is indeed a bad day.But... the other party looks like a rich master, forget it, life is not easy, the young master sighed.

He casually took the photo, and when the other party's hand moved away, what Fu Xing saw was a familiar and dull face.

His pupils vibrated slightly, his hand holding the photo began to tremble, and his brows were tightly knit together.

The surrounding air seemed to be condensed.

This... this is Yu Chi...

How could he admit that he was wrong, he will never forget this person, even though he looks familiar and strange in the photo.

He looked at the blond man in disbelief, "He... died?"

The man didn't seem to want to answer him, but just took out a piece of old-looking letter paper from his pocket, "After Mr. Fu draws it, just send it to this address."

After that, the man nodded politely and turned to leave.

Fu Xing stood there blankly as if he hadn't recovered from the emotion just now. He held the photo tightly in his hand. He really couldn't believe that the man he had been looking for for two years actually disappeared the first time he disappeared. On this day in the second year, I received an order to paint his portrait.

"Damn, Yu Chi!!! Do you have a conscience?! You dumped me and I'll let it go...! You actually want me to paint your portrait!!!" Fu Xing kicked the ground He walked through the door, looked at the expressionless face in the photo, and began to curse.

This sound lasted for half an hour, and finally the old woman next door couldn't bear it anymore, and walked quietly to the window with a cane, telling him not to disturb the people.

Fu Xing's grievances and grievances were released. He sat down peacefully on the ground, the paint was scattered all over the floor, and there was no place to step down in the room. He raised his head and raised the photo in his hand to reflect the only one in the room. beam of light.

"Tsk, Yu Chi's heartless person has always been you."

It's just that he suddenly noticed some strange symbols on the photo, which were small and crookedly combined.

O, U, R...

O, B, O, R...

"Ouroboros..."

Is this... Ouroboros?

If he remembers correctly, this is a giant snake in ancient Norse mythology.

Just when Fu Xing was confused, he was suddenly hit hard on the back of the head. Before Fu Xing could turn around, he passed out.

[Ding dong!Dear little beauty... oh no!Hello players, welcome to the ring game~]

A strange electronic sound rang in Fu Xing's ears.

While rubbing his head, he looked at the vast expanse of whiteness around him in confusion, except for a circle of green light above his head, Fu Xingcare couldn't see anything.

"Games?! Who are you? Are high-tech scams popular in foreign countries now?! Or are you here to kidnap the young master?!" Fu Xing seriously suspected that he was hated by a certain boss because of the delay in handing in the painting Yes, after all, as an artist, if he doesn't get inspiration, procrastination is inevitable.

"Master, let me tell you! I'm a Lianjiazi, I advise you to do it yourself!" After speaking, he took a step.

[Hello player, I'm just talking about this green halo on your head, you are a player personally selected by this system~]

"...Can you change the color of the young master?"

All in all, this is implying that he was not only dumped by Yu Chi unilaterally, but also green, playing missing and missing, did not expect people to die? !

The key is to find someone to paint Yu Chi's portrait after he dies...!

Fu Xing was angry and aggrieved, he had thought countless times that Yu Chi would come and tell him that they were over.

He had thought about all the reasons, but this kind of result was something he never expected.

The sadness in Fu Xing's eyes was covered with a thin layer of mist by the tears swirling in his eyes.

[Player, you don’t have this right yet~ It’s recommended to register first, and you can customize the halo skin~]

"I do not need it, thank you."

[As long as you complete the ring game, the system can fulfill the wish you made when you registered your id. Since Qinqin was personally selected by Benhuan, this ring can serve you throughout the game. Kiss really don’t think about it anymore Well? 】

"Can any wish be granted?"

Fu Xing raised his eyebrows, looked up at the circle in the green halo above his head, and the circle winked at him obsequiously.

However, what's up with this... ruffian boss's sense of sight?

[Yes, dear!Remind you again that you are the person selected in this ring, and the treatment is different from ordinary players! SVIP treatment!Not to be missed! 】

"Oh, the young master asked you to resurrect a person, can you do it?" Fu Xing asked dubiously, his hatred and love for Yu Chi are mixed now, if he can, he must give Yu Chi resurrection!

Then...!Slag go back!

Let him suffer and suffer from the pain he has suffered!In the end, let him fall in love with him!

[This wish belongs to the "B" level wish, dear, you only need to register your id and fill in your wish in the wish list~]

[The following is the registration process, please enter the game id~]

Fu Xing wrote down his name in the small green ring, and he wrote every stroke so engrossed.

【Please enter the wish list~】

The resurrected person's name: Yu Chi.

Date of Birth: May 1999, 2.

[Congratulations to the player "Fu Xing" for completing the game registration and entering the ring game. (The news will be announced on the whole site)]

Fu Xing:? ? ?

Fu Xing: Is this the privilege of SVIP?

Just as Fu Xing entered the game hall, he saw that the world window on the big screen was blown up. Why are there so many dense conversations?Are there so many people in this game?

[Flowers bloom and wealth: I rely on it!Did you see that message?Fu Xing!Boss Fu has started a trumpet! 】

[Beize Song: No way, boss, are you preparing for a second dungeon! 】

[Li Bai: Hurry up and hug your thighs while the boss is not equipped yet! ! 】

Fu Xing stared at the densely packed subtitles on the public screen and slowly tapped a question mark.

In a dimly lit room, a half-naked man, water drops from his hair fell on his honey-colored skin, the fish-shaped tattoo on his collarbone looked particularly eye-catching, sliding down his solid chest muscles, he looked down at the latest release on the ring. site-wide news.

Those lazy eyes trembled slightly when they saw those two words.

"Fu Xing?"

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