MTL - Niu Fei Zai Xia - Chapter 1129 Entrusted to you

The global escape game is here.

The clown with a fire axe hiding in the dark corner, the terrifying smirk of the chainsaw killer in the next room, in the pond… Jason the masked killer who disappeared without a trace, the swarming zombie frenzy…

And what the player has to do is to do everything possible to escape in these dangerous dungeons.

And Li Yan, after crossing over, awakened the survival simulator, which can simulate the process of escaping the copy.

“You were killed with an axe by the clown hiding in the corner…”

“The simulation is over, you work hard and you gain talent – your power is infinite”

“You killed the clown hiding in the corner with one punch…”

“And taking his fire axe, he ran to the next door and beat the chainsaw killer.”

“The Chainsaw Killer has become your horse boy”

One minute on stage, ten years off stage…

after numerous simulations.

Li Yan found out that it was these dungeon NPCs who should really escape…

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“When you think everything is going well, the world will flip you the middle finger.”__I had a fantastic life: a loving family, amazing friends, a stable job... I had it all.But that wasn’t everything—I was also a writer. Writing was my passion, and my novel *'The Land of Survival'* had achieved remarkable success...Little did I know back then that it would become the very reason my life would be turned upside down. I was reborn inside my own novel, and to make things worse... inside the body of the utterly despised villain, *'Fray.'*That pathetic villain who dies right at the start. If the novel had 100 possible outcomes, he’d die in 99 of them... and I’m not exaggerating.But who cares about that? I don’t want this life... I already had everything... Save me the cliché of second chances... because one life is enough for me.Screw this world, and screw the son of a bitch who brought me here , I’ll find a way back to my world... to my life... no matter what it takes.

The night before we obtained our marriage certificate, I asked him, “When did you start to develop feelings for me?”

He answered, “I don’t remember.”

“But, why me?”

“Why not you?”

“I’m very petty, and I get jealous very easily.”

“So am I.”

“I’m afraid I’m not worthy of you.”

“So am I.”

“I haven’t really dated, so I don’t know what love is.”

“I don’t know either.”

He held my hand gently, “But I know this. When I think about spending the rest of my life with you, I feel that my future is filled with hope.”

At 16, we used the same class desk, with less than 10cm between our arms. My peripheral vision was full of him.

At 26, I woke up in the morning, and saw the sunlight softly shining on his face. I thought, this is how I want to grow old – gradually, together, with him.

I guess this must be love.

Once, because of a pair of purple eyes he was scorned. He is a wangye known across the land, cold and bloodthirsty, looking disdainfully upon the world.