Ting Sui was originally a string of game codes, which was thrown into a book in a daze. When she opened her eyes, she saw corpses all over the ground. Only the half-dead young master was still breathing. Ting Sui squatted down and poked him in the face, thinking that this was the player, so he took out the gun in his virtual backpack and defeated his pursuers. Young Master Xie Jiuhun vomited blood and looked at her with surprise and doubt in his eyes. She didn't understand why there was no electricity or internet in this world, so she just thought the difficulty of the dungeon was low, so she took Xie Jiuhun along with her. Xie Jiuhun was so injured that he couldn't speak, so he let her do whatever he wanted. Ting Sui looked through ancient books but couldn't read all the characters, so he simply went up the mountain to hunt and fish in the river. He roasted the wild boar with a fire and simmered the rice in an iron pot. He was so fragrant that he drank wine and his eyes darkened. The villagers were afraid of her at first, but later they held bowls to beg for food. In the year of disaster, there was no harvest, so Tingsui taught them how to make guns and hunt animals to share food, and there were countless people alive. Unexpectedly, the county magistrate wrote a memorial saying that she was bewitching the public with her witchcraft. On the night when officers and soldiers surrounded the village, Xie Jiuhun leaned on the couch and chuckled, and suddenly there was a roar of armor outside the door. He held her hand and stepped out of the blood. Behind him, with the flags covering the moon, was an army from a neighboring country. Only then did Ting Sui realize that he had been pretending to be ill for ten years just for this moment. Just as she was about to speak, a white light suddenly flashed in front of her eyes, and she had returned to the game room. The planner on the other side of the screen signed Xie Jiuhun, and there was only one line in the email: I have been looking for you for three thousand years.
Purpose: Regarding the rationality of marrying a personally created virtual character
