Is the Scum Worthy of Whitewashing?

Fu Zinan looked at Bai Muhan, she fell to the ground, her face was covered, her face was shocked.

After a long while, she cried out and was out of breath: "You hit me...you hit me?!"

"Why can't I beat you?"

Fu Zinan stood up and looked at Bai Muhan's weak and resentful look, making him even more impatient.

At first, it was pure and charming, but now it has become this vulgar appearance. After a long time with a woman, it will always become so...boring.

He suddenly remembered what Su Mengran looked like in the cave this morning.

Obviously frightened to death, but clenched his teeth to hold on, showing no words to him, even slapped him unfeelingly. But although he was angry, he did not feel bored.

Bai Muhan's way of crying was very disgusting. Fu Zinan thought of Su Mengran's stunning face. Comparing the two compartments, Su Mengran was not comparable to these ordinary products.

Fu Zinan walked slowly in front of Bai Muhan, without the slightest feeling of pity for Xiangyu, and sneered: "Bai Muhan, you chose this path yourself. I don't owe you anything, and I have no responsibility to you."

"Don't bind me with those you abandoned, it's you cheap-"

He left Bai Muhan behind, turned around and went out.

This is not his only residence, and Bai Muhan is not his only woman.

If it is in peacetime, he might still be willing to cooperate with her, right as a taste. But today happened to catch up with his upset, this woman didn't even look at her face, and she played such a boring little temper with him. Naturally, Fu Zinan would not give in to her.

It would be too serious to take oneself too much.

Fu Zinan turned on the phone, made a selection from the list, and finally decided to spend the night at the female manager's house.

Bai Muhan lay on the ground for a long time, and finally determined that Fu Zinan would not come back.

Tired of crying and crying, she sat up slowly, at a loss.

Bai Muhan looked around stupidly. It was here that she and Fu Zinan spent a sweet day, but this happy day was so short.

At a glance, she saw her current appearance in the full-length mirror.

The woman leaned on the sofa pier, and languished weakly on the floor, her hair was messy, her pale face was full of tears, her eyes were flushed, and her swollen eyeballs made her look a little older and her expression lost.

His left face swelled up high, and Bai Muhan stroked the area where Fu Zinan had been fanned. The previous pain had passed, leaving only a numb feeling.

Bai Muhan was in a daze.

Fu Zinan's ruthless words still echoed in her ears.

She gave up everything, and what was the result in the end?

Alone, homeless... What will she do in the future?

Bai Muhan looked at himself sadly in the mirror, and suddenly cried bitterly.

Su Mengran hugged the puppet cat in her arms and soon arrived home.

Unlike Fu Zinan, although she was angry at the beginning, after she expressed her anger and rejection directly, her mood became much more relaxed.

This should be the case in the beginning, there is no need to tolerate it.

Su Mengran suddenly remembered that on the day she went to the amusement park, Xu Du had told herself that he hoped that she could live as she pleases, without worrying about others' opinions and depressing them.

This is exactly what Su Mengran yearns for, but it is difficult to actually do it.

She actually didn't have the courage to throw everything out, Su Mengran knew very well, because she was afraid that being alone would leave her alone in her world.

Compared with wanton yearning, the fear of loneliness is stronger.

If she wants to move forward, she may need the firmest support and company.

Su Mengran lowered his head and looked at the "snoring" cat in his arms.

She dared to protest to the organizer just now, did it give her strength? Let her finally muster the courage to stop making false claims with those people.

Su Mengran felt it was incredible, she would find a sense of security in a cat's body.

"Speaking..." She stroked the puppet cat's fur and whispered to herself, "So many days have passed, I haven't named you yet."

The cat opened his eyes slightly, and Su Mengran met those dark blue eyes and couldn't help his heart beat.

She suppressed the inexplicable feeling.

"Your white hair is so good-looking, like snow, so it's called Xue... Xue..."

"...Sprite."

"..."

Xu Du listened to her illogically talking to herself, and didn't even want to say "meow".

Snow and Sprite...what the **** are these?

Xu Du felt a little uncomfortable when he thought that he would be associated with the cheap green cans in the future.

It's almost impossible to arrange it.

However, Su Mengran looked a little excited, lifted Xu Du's little meaty claws, and let his hind limbs stand on his legs, in a position of looking straight with himself.

"Sprite, Sprite—"

Xu Du twitched the corners of his mouth, but in Su Mengran's opinion, after her Sprite got the new name, she seemed very excited, and even the cat's whiskers on both sides were shaking happily.

"Thank you for helping me today, driving away the bad guys and giving you dried fish tonight. Are you happy?"

Of course Xu Du would not be happy, because the dried fish was very ugly.

However, Su Mengran seemed to be smiling happily, her brows and eyes curled, her pink lips curled up slightly, and the dimples on both sides were drawn out, giving her a breathtaking beauty and adding a touch of vividness.

But if you look closely, there seems to be a deeply suppressed worry in the depths of her eyes.

Xu Du watched Su Mengran quietly, and then saw her smile slowly fade away, leaning against the sofa cushion, finally showing a trace of fatigue.

"Sprite, you said... Xu Du, where did he go?"

"Is he really gone as Fu Zinan said?"

"But he is so powerful, so powerful, how could it be...I don't believe it."

Her gaze fell into the distance, and she muttered "I don't believe", but her voice still trembled uncontrollably.

Xu Du meowed softly, and Su Mengran recovered and looked at the cat in front of him.

It was as if it could understand human words, with its four paws tucked into the thick fur, curled into a ball on Su Mengran's legs, lying quietly and listening.

"Ha, are you comforting me?" Su Mengran smiled and rubbed his head, "Do you know who Xu Du is? He is the most powerful person I have ever met, but sometimes he is defiant. Arbitrary and arrogant, it makes people want to beat him, but unfortunately he has never been the only one who counts others—hey, but what can't be solved by such a person? I actually... actually don't worry about him at all."

"..." Xu Du was thinking, he is usually very low-key, so hateful?

However, he couldn't refute it anyway, so he simply lay on his stomach and listened to Su Mengran's babbling talk.

Most of what she said were his affairs, and many of them didn't even remember him.

But he was still a little surprised. In Su Mengran's mouth, he was vivid and vivid, just like a living, real human being.

Was he...this look?

This subverted Xu Du's cognition.

The executor's stay in each world is very short, just a passer-by.

They exist essentially because of tasks and never really belong to this world. They are more like a tool and a program than a living human being.

Not to mention Xu Du's indifferent, pale-feeling existence, he is like a perfect machine specially created for the task.

Although he can borrow the K system to extend his time in each world, his view of himself has never been separated from the definition of executor.

And he extended his time and spent his entire life with the people he wanted to protect. It was not a nostalgia for these worlds.

He was just looking for an answer, and the corresponding question originated from a long-lasting confusion.

It seems that from that incident, he began to question the meaning of his existence, and then became curious about the past he had forgotten, and began to think more about this endless cycle of reincarnation.

Then he got hints and guidance, and he came here, and all he did was to pursue what he was missing, which was not limited to his past memories.

But what it was, he actually didn't know-he seemed to have lost something, but he didn't know what it was. Only the occasional emptiness and confusion vaguely reminded him of this fact.

He came for this and kept pursuing.

But this afternoon, Xu Du felt that he only needs to listen to Su Mengran's speech quietly.

Listening to the description of herself in her mouth actually made him feel a strange feeling, as if he was one step closer to the answer he was seeking.

"So, perfectionist, well-planned, cold-blooded, and every strand of hair can see his arrogance... This is this person." Su Mengran tilted his head and said with a smile, "Who will be in the future? It's really unlucky to marry him, but then again, will he really get married? I think..."

Before she finished speaking, the doorbell suddenly heard from the hallway.

Su Mengran glanced at the display at the door in surprise, got up and went over and turned on the bell.

"Hello, miss, your express is here—"

"Express delivery?" Su Mengran murmured to herself strangely, "I haven't purchased online recently...Who delivered it?"

However, the courier only said to send the item anonymously, and left the item at the door, apparently rushing to deliver it to the next house.

Su Mengran took the small box in, placed it on the ground, and looked at it hesitantly.

After turning over and over again, she couldn't find any information about the sender. She couldn't help but smiled: "This kind of plot in the movie usually contains bombs or the corpses of small animals to intimidate people. …A black fan knows my address and scares me? What do you think of Sprite?"

She spoke easily and humorously, but in fact she was still a little nervous, and quietly leaned on Xu Du's edge.

Xu Du squatted next to her, the cat's pupil shrank slightly, secretly feeling a little bad.

The cat has a keen sense of smell, and across the box, he smelled a kind of dried blood.

Su Mengran finally opened the box.

There is neither a bomb nor an animal carcass inside.

But extreme fear appeared on her face, and she fell pale and sat on the ground. The utility knife used to open the box in her hand fell to the ground with a "click".

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