Handsome to the Point of Death

Chapter 65: Fanwai Zhao Danmeng

"Xiao Meng, it's dead." My mother held my hand sternly, with a sad face, trying to cover my eyes.

In the middle of the road, my **** dog lies quietly in a pool of blood.

At the age of twelve, I lifted my mother's hand and asked, "Dead? What is death?"

"Death is that you can't think about anything, you can't see or hear anything, and one foot has stepped into another world."

"What about the other foot?"

My mother touched my head and sighed, "I'm still here, Dahei can't bear our little Meng, he will always be there."

I cried, "Don't die! We don't all die!"

My mother patted my hands, squatted down, and said seriously, "Okay, we won't die, we will live a long time."

On the fifth day after Dahei's death, the mother who said this sentence was pierced by her father's throat with a fragment of a wine bottle.

con man. big liar.

I stood on the cold floor with tears in my face.

"Xiao Meng? Xiao Meng, wake up!"

Opening my eyes, it was still a room I was familiar with as a child. The young mother sat by my bed, staring at me anxiously.

"Has a nightmare again?"

"……Yep."

I lowered my head and looked at my shrinking palm again, silently.

Suddenly, my mother hugged me. Her temperature was not like her temper, it was not very warm, but there was a kind of cold in summer. She said in my ear, "Xiao Meng is not afraid, my mother has helped you deal with that man. Now, the police uncle won't find us. Our little cute and so cute ... "

"Mom," I said, "this is the fourth time."

She shuddered slightly and stopped talking.

The wind chimes at the window were jingled by the breeze of summer. I closed my eyes and cuddled with my mother as if each other was half of the other.

After another long and boring middle school career, I packed up my luggage, said goodbye to my mother, and flew to Huaxia.

My Chaoyang brother is there.

He needs me.

And this time, I will change everything.

Nothing is set in stone, even in this rotten world.

I changed, Chaoyang brother changed, Tong Xiao ... also changed.

I have reset my life so many times, this is the first time that I have entered Tong Xiao's Tianyun Company.

Strange boss, strange colleague, strange company, very fresh.

I have noticed Tong Xiao for a long time, alas ... it has been together for more than ten years.

He is always the most special one in the crowd. This does not mean that he looks more handsome than his brother Chaoyang, but that he does not have a question mark or name on his head, and that he has magical abilities.

I know his secret.

When he became a woman to seduce my brother, Chaoyang, in the last life, he barely hesitated in facing the persecution, and vomited all the things in his head.

At the end, he looked at me with pity and said, "I won't hurt Chaoyang, I really ... just want to go home, you believe me!"

I believe in him, I really believe in him, what reason do I not believe in him?

His explanation perfectly explained all the questions I was born, unscientific? The place under my feet was originally unscientific.

Isn't it just a game world?

Well, I say so now, but in my last life, I still accepted badly for a while, and my head was faint.

I carefully prepared a wonderful death dinner, and invited my brother Chaoyang, who has gradually become addicted to Tong Xiao, to Huangquan.

The taste of death, like the floral scent of poppies, makes me unable to extricate myself. Of course, such a good thing must be shared with my favorite brother, Chaoyang!

Anyway, you can read it again, right?

At the last moment of his last life, Tong Xiao broke into the door and took away the unconscious man, but the blood flow from the ground was covered with glass fragments.

In the vagueness, her body was distorted. Although it was only a moment, it was still captured by me.

Then I died.

Now I am back again.

I verified my conjecture.

When Tong Xiao is injured, whether it is male or female, there will be space cracks.

The length of time depends on the degree of damage.

I excitedly told my brother Chaoyang this conclusion, looking forward to his admiration.

He was really happy and told me to let it go.

With this sentence, of course, I will not be very polite to my love rivals for several lifetimes.

Using the identity of an artist, I have directly or indirectly caused a number of accidents against male children Xiaoxiao, large and small, which are of little use except for confirming my conclusions.

Even if it was a car accident, Tong Xiao was able to survive it. He only needed to stay in the hospital for a day to recover as before.

It is truly the **** of this world.

Well, it's up to me to sacrifice God myself.

"Zhao Danmeng, your affinity is too low to receive this announcement, drink this." Tong Xiao said, flashing in his hands and throwing a bottle of drink.

I took it and glanced at it. On the white package, there were four simple big words "affinity drink".

Huh, three no products.

"I don't want to drink this," I approached him step by step, "I want to drink ..."

Tong Xiao frowned. "What do you want to drink?"

I licked my lips: "... your blood."

Blood.

The knife in my hand pinched into his heart exactly.

One knife is not enough.

He widened his eyes as if he couldn't believe it, and then his eyes gradually dissipated and his figure became transparent. In his place, the scene behind him became clearer and clearer, like a mirror.

A baby-faced girl, facing me, hands on the black keyboard.

The gap in the space was getting wider and the clocks on the wall were still. I laughed, stretched out my hand, and grabbed her wrist.

Hard.

The new world gives me strength.

When my brother Chaoyang and the woman disappeared with my own eyes, I shed tears for the second time.

I know very clearly that this is the signal of the end, and this time, my life is finally set.

But this is not the result I want.

What was my initial wish?

I have already forgotten.

Putting on the headset, without notifying anyone, I bought a train ticket at will.

In my ear is a song that has been looped many times:

If loss is suffering, are you afraid to give up