Idol is very sweet: the president wants to change into lemon essence

The blazing sun hit the faces of the two of them. Liang Bing was stunned and left without looking back. As Shu Yan thought, she was unfeeling. Indeed, she liked the 32-year-old Shu Yan more than a child.

The red skirt seems to match the warm sunshine very well, delicate and beautiful.

Liang Bingfa walked forward without hesitation, her steps were unrestrained and uninhibited, her mood could not be described as unhappy, but she could not be described as happy either.

Gradually, Liang Bing was about to walk to the curb. She only had to stop a passing taxi, get on the bus, and tell the driver, "Master, the train station." She could leave Yuncheng completely.

But it turns out that reality is more magical than ideas. When Liang Bing took the last step on the curb, Liang Bing's feet were empty, and his whole body seemed to be riding on a cloud, and he stepped on an empty cloud. It was like taking a helicopter, flying straight from the ground to the sky.

"Old monk." Liang Bing knelt on the clouds, his feet were trembling, unable to stand up no matter what, he yelled in fright.

At this moment, a girl wearing a white cheongsam appeared from behind Liang Bing at some point: "Liang Bing, don't be afraid, I'm here to make love to you."

Liang Bing's eyes widened when he saw the girl, and he almost fell off the cloud. Fortunately, the girl was quick and caught Liang Bing.

"Who are you? What's going on??" Liang Bing asked in a panic.

The girl smiled and looked thirteen and fourteen: "Oh! Sister, my name is Xiaobao, you can call me little fairy. Since you leaked the secret just now, a plague will come true in Yuncheng. My little fairy is here to save your."

Liang Bing was in a daze at the time, plague? "Shouldn't you be punished for leaking secrets? Why did you save me?"

"The so-called saving you is actually planting a virus on you, with you as the first spreader, and then spreading the plague throughout Yuncheng." The little fairy smiled and waved her slender arms, as if dancing.

Before he had time to kneel on the cloud, Liang Bing thought about it. Seeing that the little fairy's finger was about to touch his forehead, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to block it. The feeling of falling objects from a height made Liang Bing's eyes go dark, and Liang Bing didn't know anything.

Waking up again, Liang Bing was under the bridge where he first met 16-year-old Shu Yan.

Liang Bing woke up smelling a stench. She felt her right arm itchy, so she scratched deeply with her left hand, but she didn't want to just touch the itchy place, and Liang Bing felt heart-piercing pain.

Liang Bing hurriedly raised his right arm, only to see that the flesh near his wrist was already bloody and bloody, and the bright red new blood ginseng combined with the scabbed scar. The wound was long, and the wound exuded a sour smell. Fresh blood was dripping, there were one or two white worms eating away at Liang Bing's arm and looked like small maggots, and a few blowflies were surrounding the wound on Liang Bing's arm.

The white worms were wriggling between the skin and flesh, Liang Bing's arms were itchy and piercing, he had no choice but to reach out to remove the two white worms, but he didn't think his whole body was weak, and when he got up, his chest hurt to the extreme.

This is what the little fairy called saving people?

Enduring the pain, Liang Bing finally sat up, only to see that her red skirt had turned into a blackish gray sportswear. This sportswear had a foul smell, and there were stains on the trousers and half sleeves. Dirty, like the clothes worn by the cleaning staff in the back kitchen of a small restaurant that did not pass the sanitary quarantine before.

Forget about the stinky clothes, Liang Bing looked at the wound on his arm, "Could its stench be the source of the plague?" Liang Bing asked himself.

As soon as the words fell, a girl in a white waist-length skirt appeared with a smile along with a ray of light. When she saw Liang Bing, she hurriedly smiled and knelt down in front of Liang Bing, putting her hands on the ground: "Sister, wake up!" gone?"

"Nonsense, what's going on here? Where's the old monk?" Liang Bing raised his foul-smelling right arm and asked angrily.

The little fairy hurriedly pinched her little nose: "Oh! It stinks, take it away."

Liang Bing rolled her eyes, but she didn't want to feel pain in the back of her neck.

"You know it smells too? Did you do it or the old monk?" Liang Bing asked rudely, although he was rude but weak.

"Sister, don't be like this, who told you to reveal the secret, if I didn't propose to use the plague to punish you, I am afraid that the entire Yuncheng will be wiped out from above, and the entire Yuncheng will be reduced to ashes." The little fairy blinked at her innocence With big eyes, he repeatedly emphasized how kind-hearted he was.

"Ash?" Liang Bing frowned, her lips had already turned blue, and her face had also turned pale.

"That's right! The higher-ups said that you are an uninvited guest, and the crime is already unforgivable. They didn't deal with you in order to save you from saying that God is unfair, but I didn't expect you to leak the secret, and the higher-ups couldn't bear it anymore., Also, We are the right way, that old monk is just an intern, you don’t know that you were led astray by the old monk for leaking the secret, and the superiors say you can’t blame it.”

"Since you can't blame me, why do you want me to do this? Return the plague?" Liang Bing asked with a low voice, staring at the little fairy.

The little fairy let out a hey, and then showed a very apologetic expression: "Sister, actually, I pointed out the wrong time gate and space gate to the old monk, so you came here, I also made a mistake, I am The patron saint of Yuncheng, I have to keep the side of Yuncheng safe. The one above has a bad temper and is unpredictable. After learning that I pointed at the wrong door, and knowing that you leaked the secret, you want to destroy my Yuncheng in a fit of anger. Refused, knelt down, kowtowed countless times, and begged for the end of a plague-ravaged city. You should be glad that you are still alive, instead of complaining about why you became like this.”

Liang Bing was about to be blown up by this little fairy when she heard that the plane was off the ground: "Co-author, you and the old monk killed me, and I still want to spread the plague for you everywhere? Then come to end this farce?"

The little fairy nodded innocently, pouted pitifully and said, "It's understandable, sister, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made such a typo."

Liang Bing clutched her heart, almost going crazy from this little fairy, she adjusted her breathing: "After the plague, can I live?"

"It depends on the scientific and medical science and technology of human beings. The secret of heaven has been leaked, and the subsequent things are out of control. The world is changing because of a single point of change, and the whole world is changing." The little fairy sighed helplessly.

"What do you mean?" Liang Bing asked.

The little fairy replied helplessly: "That is, you can't die alone with the virus, you must spread the plague virus, if you don't spread it, the gods will send natural disasters, such as fires, floods, and all of you in Yuncheng will die , A hundred times more than a plague meal, your relatives and loved ones will be affected.

I have said what my sister should say, remember not to leak the secret twice, otherwise you will bear the consequences, take care. "

Just like that, the little fairy turned into ashes and was blown away by the warm summer wind, "Hey! Come back, come back, save me, what should I do now..."

Liang Bing screamed hysterically. The heart-wrenching pain was completely different from the heart-wrenching pain in romance novels. Naturally, how could painless moaning compare with real pain?

Tears dripped on Liang Bing's arm, as if it had been splashed with sulfuric acid. Liang Bing didn't dare to touch it with his hands, so he could only cry loudly, but when he let out, his whole body hurt like hell.

It was probably working hours, and the beggars were not in the bridge opening. Liang Bing looked around him, and his messenger bag had disappeared somewhere, and Shu Yan's 1000 yuan had disappeared.

In this day and age, if you don't pay for seeing a doctor, you won't see a doctor, and you will die. Should you contact the Lan family?But I have a virus on my body, so how can I be willing to contaminate someone who has been kind to me in nurturing me? Although in the end she and the Lan family had a bad quarrel, it is also because of my unknown origin, which is understandable.

"Help!" Liang Bing could only think of such a solution at the moment.

"Help! Someone come here! He's going to die." Liang Bing tried to shout in the bridge hole like a sand sculpture, enduring the pain.

After shouting a few times, Liang Bing felt burning pain all over his body. He felt that if he kept shouting, he might die before the plague spread. No, she couldn't die. If she died, the whole Yuncheng would suffer. His family members, Shu Yan, Lan Shumin, and Mrs. Lan will all be hurt.

No, Liang Bing is strong, but is he really going to spread the virus?That's a plague, it will kill people, and once it dies, one person will spread it to ten, and ten will spread it to a hundred. Don't you really become a criminal?

Is the little fairy telling the truth?
"Of course it's the truth." The sacred voice reminded Liang Bing.

The little fairy suddenly appeared, "Liang Bing, don't toast and eat fine wine, the punishment of the gods is unquestionable." Then it turned into ashes and disappeared into the air again.

"Little Fairy, wait...wait..." Wait!Liang Bing chased Ashes and ran under the midsummer sun, as if drunk and desperate.

She wanted to fight for a little more, even a little bit, to fight for a chance to live for her parents, Shu Yan, and the Lan family.

After chasing those ashes for an unknown amount of time, Liang Bing finally couldn't bear the pain in his body and collapsed to the ground.

She was tired, just lying there, like a black dead pig, and also like a burnt red shrimp that was fried alive in a frying pan.

"Liang Bing... Are you Liang Bing?"

Hearing someone calling her, Liang Bing slowly opened his eyes, Shu Yan!
Liang Bing didn't care about the pain on his body, he got up and wanted to run away: "I'm not Liang Bing, you've got the wrong person."

Shu Yan must not be the first person to be infected. Even if the gods punish him, Shu Yan should not be punished. This is Liang Bing's bottom line.

Liang Bing ran forward desperately, but the 16-year-old Shu Yan was already tall, so he could naturally catch up with Liang Bing in a few steps.

Seeing that Shu Yan was about to catch up, Liang Bing happened to have a long broom standing by the side of the road. Liang Bing picked up the broom and hit Shu Yan's knee.

Liang Bing's sharp eyes and precise fingers knocked Shu Yan to the ground in one fell swoop.