Taboo Recovery: My Life Simulator

In a pool of blood, Gu Qing saw his parents in this life, as well as the corpse of his brother.

But what made her feel strange was that her state of mind did not ripple at all.

If this pair of cheap parents, death is also death.

Not enough to make her feel bad.

Then the brother, who had always protected him, also died tragically at the hands of the thieves.

Seeing his miserable death, I will not be indifferent.

Although in the previous five years, Gu Qing did not put himself in the shoes of the experience.

Just look at it from God's perspective.

But there should always be some regret and other emotions.

Now, however, she didn't feel anything at all.

It's like looking at the corpse of a stranger.

Suddenly!

A wave of fear rose in Gu Qing's heart.

She remembered that among the talents in this life, there was a blue talent 'light and unwanted'.

In addition to the additional attribute points of talent, special effects are innate emotional missing.

Even if Gu Qing entered the body of the stand-in and personally experienced it.

But it will still be affected by talent.

In turn, he had a shocking idea.

If you stay in the game world long enough, will you become indifferent when you return to the real world?

Even in the real world, there is no longer the influence of talent effects.

But over a long enough period of time, she has developed adaptations and habits.

This is bound to be difficult to change.

Gu Qing calmed his mood.

Secretly said: "It seems that when choosing talent in the future, if there is any strange personality, it is best not to experience it rashly, even if it is not too long."

Gu Qing looked at his reflection in the pool of blood.

At this time, she was only five years old and dirty.

The body is very thin, the face yellow muscle is thin, except for a pair of eyes that are as bright as stars.

There is no 33 point of charm at all.

At this moment, she suddenly noticed that there seemed to be something ahead.

A living thing.

Look up.

It was a shadow.

It was a shadow of humanity.

He walked slowly in the setting sun.

The shadow was pulled long on the ground.

Gu Qing couldn't see his true face clearly, and could only see a black silhouette.

Not long after, he walked into the village and walked in front of Gu Qing.

"What's your name."

He asked.

"My name is Gu Qingqing."

After entering this world, Gu Qing decided to live a lifetime as this stand-in.

"You follow me later."

After saying this, he took a step forward and continued to walk forward.

"What are you following for?"

His steps did not stop, it seemed that every step was slow, and he also stepped on the ground.

But in the blink of an eye, it moved a long distance.

Gu Qing stared at his back.

Only two words came from the air.

"Sword practice."

...................

Ten years is not long, short is not short.

Gu Qing has been doing one thing in the past ten years.

That's sword practice.

On that evening in that slaughtering village ten years ago, Gu Qing finally caught up with that person's pace.

Because she knew that this was her opportunity.

It's just that this opportunity makes her a little elusive.

He always had long hair that fluttered in the wind to cover half of his face.

It's not real.

He should be very old, and his face already clearly shows the traces of erosion of time.

But Gu Qing couldn't see his true age.

After that day, he asked Gu Qing to worship him as a teacher.

Say that she is what he received, the second disciple.

Gu Qing asked who was her senior brother.

He only said one thing, it was a deviant madman.

In the past ten years, Gu Qing has been practicing swords.

At the same time, he is also trying to understand this cheap master of his own.

But he never spoke except when necessary.

In his eyes, it was as if there was never a temperature.

But it's not cold.

Instead, it looks like a pool of water that has lost its vitality.

Exudes eternal loneliness.

Later, Gu Qing still had some gains after all.

She asked his name.

He called it One Hundred Years of Solitude, he said.

Gu Qing originally thought that following him would learn an extremely good mastery.

At the very least, it must be a first-class sword technique.

But in the past ten years, he has only taught Gu Qing's basic sword moves over and over again.

Those third-rate rivers and lakes will use sword moves.

At first, Gu Qing felt very puzzled.

If it is an indigenous person in this world, it may just flick its sleeves and go.

But Gu Qing knew that he had a luck bonus and was also a kendo genius that was rare in a hundred years.

Definitely won't really run into a scammer.

At the same time, she also believes in her own vision.

Although he had never seen a hundred years of loneliness make a move, Gu Qing could still feel it.

This is a supreme master!

So Gu Qing practiced the sword for ten years according to what he said.

Ten years to sharpen a sword, the frost blade has not been tried!

In the past ten years, Gu Qing and a hundred years of loneliness have been in the deep mountains.

Apart from him, Gu Qing had never seen a second person.

I don't know what's going on in the outside world.

It even created an illusion.

It was as if the whole world was left with only the two of them.

It was a very peculiar feeling.

It haunts my heart and makes it hard to let go.

When this feeling was strongest, it was also the tenth year of Gu Qing's worship.

A hundred years of loneliness standing on the edge of a cliff.

A strong wind blew on his robe.

Along with the strands of hair, it was also blown apart.

This was the first time Gu Qing saw his entire face.

It was a plain face.

"Sting over."

He turned his head to look at Gu Qing and said lightly.

Gu Qing held the sword in his hand and stood not far from him.

But he didn't act rashly.

"I'll let you stab you."

Gu Qing had to do as she was told.

This sword is equally unremarkable.

But in the corner of his clothes, a tiny hole was left.

Next, Gu Qing saw a terrifying scene.

He smiled.

A hundred years of loneliness actually smiled.

This was the first expression Gu Qing had seen on his face in ten years.

A hundred years of loneliness turned away.

Turn your back to Gu Qing.

Stand with your hands down.

The wind blew on his robe and hunted.

"You keep asking me what kind of sword you practice."

"I can answer you now."

"What I practice is not a method, nor a move, but a potential!"

"Sword Momentum!"

"I called it 'Lonely Sword.'"

Gu Qinggang wanted to speak.

But I saw a hundred years of loneliness waved his hand.

"You go down the mountain."

.......................

Bustling taverns.

There was a teenage girl drinking.

Next to her, a sword stood.

This is an ordinary iron sword, even a random passerby can see its ordinariness.

Yet it has an extraordinary owner.

The pavilion where the girl grows.

Although the face is not powdered, it has a peerless face.

In the tavern, there are all three teachings and nine streams.

But such a number one figure is still very eye-catching here.

So anyone who passes by here will inevitably have to take a second look.

And this look, you can no longer pull out your eyes.

She is not only beautiful in appearance, but also has a unique temperament.

A temperament that is unforgettable at a glance.

Around her, no one dared to approach.

It wasn't because of her sword.

It's because of this temperament of hers.

A temperament that can only be viewed from afar, not profane.

At this moment, a rough voice sounded.

"Treasurer! Serve the sprinkler a drink! "