I’m A Paranoid Villain Harvester

"Hexiang, go back to the nearby drugstore to buy two aborted prescriptions." While Wenshu was not at home, You Xu told Hexiang to do it.

"Madam, this..." A few days ago, I saw that You Xu was so happy because of joy. Why is it that he decides to have a baby now with an ugly face, and his complexion is so ugly even after hearing the surgery, isn't this kid from hearing the surgery? He Xiang said in shock, "It's better to think about it, the child is innocent."

"Go and buy it." Yush closed his eyes.

Seeing that his wife had decided, He Xiang didn't want to say anything, so he retreated.

You Xu closed her eyes and calmed down. There was a tingling sensation in her temples. She hadn't slept well for a few days. When she fell asleep, she was full of nightmares. She faintly heard the cry of a baby. She also dreamed of holding a baby in her hands. When she wanted to take a closer look, the baby on her hand turned into a pool of cold blood.

That kind of cold and biting feeling made her always panic and unforgettable.

When she woke up from the nightmare, what caught her eyes was Wen Shu's haggard and thin face. His eyes were bloodshot, and a little red from the end of his eyes, and finally the entire eye socket was filled with moisture.

He buried his head in Yosh’s neck, Yosh felt his body tremble, and heard his guilt trembling: “Ash, we don’t want children anymore, okay, I just want you, I don’t want anything, as long as you."

Yuxuku opened his eyes and looked at the top of the bed. He wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything. All the words and emotions turned into a light sigh after turning back and forth in his chest.

Her mind is very messy, and she frequently thinks of her modern self. She just graduated 24 years old and worked in an advertising company. In her spare time, she draws small comics and entertains herself. At that time, she didn't even have a target, let alone Married and had children. There was a stunned young man in the company who liked her, but she refused. She thought it was nice to be alone, comfortable and at ease.

I want to do what I want to do, go to work and catch fish. The serialized cartoons are rarely updated and are called missing persons by readers. Many colleagues in the company are married, some show affection, some complain about family trivial matters, these have nothing to do with her, she doesn't care.

Slowly, her friends got married. Many people came to urge her to get married, or introduced her to someone, saying that someone had a good time with her, and how cute the child was. She always used her left ear to go in and right ear out.

She has met many people, but the heart is as quiet as water. She understands that this feeling is wrong, so she doesn't want to go down the river. She is willing to wait until she can meet that one that makes her whole soul fresh. People who are alive.

Until this time, she met Duan Min who committed suicide in front of the stone tablet. His fierce love was as clean and pure as jasmine; she met Shen Jue who took out a whole bright red heart, and his simple and persistent love was vigorous; now she has met Wen Shu, his widowed and indifferent appearance was paranoid and deep love.

Every time the world started, she could feel that person was him, and a certain trait was part of his soul.

Because their souls have met and loved each other, they feel familiar and attracted every time they meet again.

A child conceived with love is especially difficult to give up. I used to think it was quite far away. I didn't think about it. Now I know that there is a life in my belly. It feels like there is a blood thread hooking the heart and being hooked. Feeling like never before.

It’s a miraculous feeling that there is an irresistible connection with a little life in this life.

You Xu sat in a wooden chair. He Xiang placed the boiled medicine next to her for most of the afternoon. The medicine was cold and hot, and when it was hot, it was let off again. She did not move.

Seeing her expression, He Xiang sighed gently: "Madam, let's forget it."

"You go down first," Yush said.

Forget it? How can it be calculated, is she going to take a gamble, betting that she is different from Ye Lingling, so the ending is different? If he loses the bet, he will not only pay for himself and the fetus in his belly, but also for Wenshu, he is afraid...

Then get rid of it? Leaving aside herself, can Wen Shu completely let go, how should he face the shedding of the child, who had been living in the shadow of the death of his relatives.

He just regarded her more importantly, not that blood relatives were not important to him.

There is no choice of both.

You Xu clenched his teeth, covered his stomach with one hand, and picked up the bowl full of soup medicine with the other. The gray-brown liquid inside gave out a bitter medicine smell.

I'm sorry, kid, I...

She sensibly told herself that if she didn't destroy the child, she would not be able to bear the result of the destruction. This is just a false world, even if the feeling is more real.

Although she thought so, her hand holding the bowl shook uncontrollably, and the medicine in the bowl was rippled.

The moment the concoction touched her lips, she remembered seeing the world-weary gloom of Wen Shu’s eyes these days. It was ten years ago that she had just put on the kitten and saw him being beaten to the ground like a man. The gloom in his eyes.

The kind of lifelessness, like a gloomy haze, conceals all the looks.

While the aura flashed, You Xu suddenly thought of something. The trust value was brushed to 95, and the blackening value was 5 points left, so he didn't move anymore, as if he encountered some invisible obstacles like before.

The world’s learning skills are a bit special, the trust value will either not rise, or it will grow wildly, and the changes in it seem to be an opportunity.

Because the blood relationship has planted a haze in his heart, is this child a turning point?

Yushu put down the bowl in his hand, touched his stomach, and asked Qiba in his mind: "How can the child keep it?"

Qiba scratched his forehead: "There is a way."

"What is it?"

"Use two thousand points for body conversion, so that life can be continued," Qiba said, "it is equivalent to transferring the life of your body to the child in your stomach."

You Xu thought, I guessed it right, the system does not completely ignore the host and task advancement. Whenever it encounters a node, there will be new functions for the use of points.

"You first spend 50 points to simulate and calculate," Youxu said, "If I die on the day the child is born, I will hear the changes in the trust value and the blackening value of the technique."

Qiba used the model to speculate: "The simulation result is a trust value of 100 and a blackening value of 0."

Just finished the task.

But Qiba also said: "The deduction of the model may not be correct. After all, people's hearts are unpredictable and emotions are complicated..."

You Xu interrupted it: "Events pay attention to probability. What do you say is the probability of completing the task?"

"80%"

That's enough, Yush made this idea.

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In the misty forest, the wind and snow do not invade, the branches are still luxuriant, and the thick water mist fills the surroundings, covering the sky and the sun, and the visibility is extremely low.

Wen Shu's robe was soaked and damp. He walked among the forests. After an unknown period of time, the mist receded, and he came to a small peaceful lake, an old wooden house.

As soon as he approached, a silver bell rang from far and near, crisp and long.

With a "creak", the wooden door opened, and a man with a bright red monk's robe and ink draped came out. He had a charming face, a string of Buddhist beads in his left hand and a string of bells in his right hand, walking barefoot, his Danfeng eyes lightly hooked, and he watched not far. The person at the office, "Well, what are you doing?"

"I said back then, if you leave with old man Xuanjing and ask me for something, you will have to gouge out a pair of eyes for me, do you remember?"

Wen Shu drew a dagger and pierced it into his eyes.

"Huh? Don't worry." Yan silently blocked his dagger with a bell, and there were bells around, but the bell on his hand was silent, "That's what it was back then, and now I am not interested in your eyes."

Wen Shu looked at him: "Then what do you want?"

"Oh," Yan smiled silently, "I went to the palace a few days ago and saw that the **** inside was very interesting, disabled and heart-stained, what do you think?"

Wen Shu didn't have any expression, and the blade of the dagger pierced under him as soon as he turned.

Yan raised his hand silently and knocked his dagger to the ground, "You are so boring, I am too lazy to embarrass you. Back then, I told you not to go out of the woods for fear of encountering the current dilemma. You are willing to fall. Earthly, unwilling to obey, do you know how to beg me now?"

He is a little bit emotional that the smelling technique is still the same as before, being cruel to others and even more cruel to himself.

Wen Shu was accustomed to his ambiguity. He said that he had a temperament, so he explained the matter concisely and asked him: "What's the answer?"

"How can I know the explanation? Since it is God's will, I naturally have to ask the heavens," Yan said silently, "You have **** evil spirit, and you were contaminated with three lives before, I am afraid it is not easy to untie the bell."

Seeing Wen Shu's expression that he didn't want to talk nonsense with him, he sighed: "You dead child, you should throw you into the lake to feed the fish ten years ago."

I don't know what demon technique Yan Silent used, ten years of wind and frost did not leave a trace on his demon face.

"Follow me."

Yan silently walked towards the mirror lake. There was a transparent ice mirror on the lake, which clearly reflected the surrounding scenery. The cold air from above penetrated into the whole body from the soles of the feet.

This lake is called Tongtian Lake, and Yan found Wenshu silently in those days. It was also through this lake. There is a yin-yang and eight-diagram array at the bottom of the lake, which is conducive to divination.

Yan Silent took out a piece of yellow paper from the robe, and handed it to Wen Shu: "You use your heart and soul to depict the blood sacrifice on this picture, and then deduce the hexagram image, break the cause and effect, and the solution depends on the destiny. ."

"You have to get rid of distracting thoughts when drawing the array. If you make a mistake, you will eat yourself back."

Wen Shu took it, and said indifferently: "Thank you."

Yan silently hooked his lips: "If you are so grateful, why don't you just knock your head to listen?"

Wen Shu looked at him blankly.

"Oh, dead child." Yan silently shook his head and walked out of the lake, sitting cross-legged by the lake and watching.

Wen Shu looked down at the talisman paper, it was a huge formation, I am afraid that after drawing the outside circle, you will have half a bowl of blood. The formation rune is extremely complicated, and it is difficult for ordinary people to draw it all.

Wen Shu said nothing, took a dagger and plunged into his heart, blood overflowing, he dipped his index finger to take the blood from his heart, and drew a circle on Jinghu Lake.

The originally emerald green and azure blue lake suddenly turned into a turbid dark black, making the blood look extremely dazzling.

After half a day, after Wen Shu drew the big circle outside, his lips were already pale. In order to save time and steps, the dagger was stuck in his heart. If the blood dries, he will turn the handle to let the sharp blade twist in his heart. Move, easy to take blood.

Brush by stroke, full of perseverance and love, bloodstains silent, Dao full of pious expectations in his heart.

"Tsk, dead boy."

Yan silently put down the Buddhist beads, and couldn't help but sigh: "It's sad to use emotion."

Two days and one night passed, the last stroke of the Blood Heaven Sacrifice fell, and in an instant the blood of Jinghu skyrocketed, and the wind and clouds stirred.

Wen Shu sat down cross-legged, took out the three copper coins, and concentrated on calculating.

After a while, the blood in the water faded like low tide, and gradually returned to its original clarity, the wind stopped, the clouds were light, and the forest returned to tranquility.

Wen Shu put away the copper coin, threw away the dagger, covered his heart with one hand, blood leaking from his pale fingertips, he walked out of Jinghu step by step.

Yan stood up silently, approached him, and was asking, "How?"

Unexpectedly, he leaned forward after hearing the technique and fell to the ground.

Yan silently squatted down quickly and reached out to check his pulse. He saw that his face was pale and blue, his pulse was weak, and his qi was like a gossamer. The coldness of Jinghu Lake had already penetrated into the bone marrow, and the ice thorns were unbearable.

He retracted his hand and sighed: "Why bother?"

The author has something to say: Huh? I feel like I can't finish two chapters, everyone don't want to panic, I also tremble (.

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