Quick Wear: That Crazy Villain Always Forces Love

Shen Ziruo narrowed his eyes.

Wen Liang held his neck tight and refused to come down, and if he squinted his eyes he would almost look like a fox's!

Shen Ziru changed into his going-out clothes, opened the door, and tried to walk outside.

When the distance reached a certain limit, Wen Liang was immediately pulled over.

If he had a physical body, it would probably be the posture of ramming hard into the man's back.

Shen Ziru subconsciously turned around to support him, as if he wanted to stroke Wen Liang's back.

Another exploration of the void.

The man slowly clenched his fist and lowered his arm that was hanging in the air. His expression gradually became more serious, like a huge wave that was about to break through the embankment.

It can't be stopped or blocked.

He didn't want to be away from Yu Ziyu anymore.

The feeling of losing control made him paranoid and he wanted to break the situation at all costs.

Extreme and crazy thoughts occupied every nerve in his body.

The little fellow was still in a daze and floated away again.

Shen Ziru hardened his heart and went downstairs with the car keys.

-

Have you ever chased a car? At 100 km/h?

Wen Liang chased after him.

He followed Shen Ziru's car and drifted for about twenty miles.

Wen Liang felt that Shen Ziru was taking revenge on him, but he had no evidence.

When the car stopped at a remote farmyard, Wen Liang finally took a breath and sat on the roof of the car, his mouth full of wind, his soft hair blown into a middle part. He glared at Shen Ziru who got out of the car, and it took him a long time to curse.

"I'll call the police to catch you speeding!"

"Go ahead," the man replied good-temperedly, "but you need a physical presence to call the police, right? Come on, I'll give you a prerequisite for calling the police."

Shen Ziru was serious about resurrecting him, because when the countdown to the end of his punishment was about 7 hours, Wen Liang appeared in a master's house.

It's outrageous. It's really outrageous.

When he returned to his body, Wen Liang would definitely ask 886 what kind of script this was? How come even metaphysics came into the picture?

You must have gone to the wrong set.

That master doesn't look like a master, and the farmhouse doesn't look like a place where a master would live.

Shen Ziru explained his purpose and said that he would agree to any conditions.

Wen Liang had rarely seen Shen Ziru begging for help in such a humble manner.

He was watching it in a strange way, as if it were for fun.

The master standing by was also looking at Wen Liang.

The master's voice was full of vicissitudes: "Time is bad and fate is bad. The fate is destined to be broken. You can't keep him."

Wen Liang's eyes moved to the master. He was really capable. He could see this...

"I will stay even if I can't keep you,"

Shen Ziru was wearing a formal black suit to show respect. He had a slim waist and black hair tied behind his head. Behind the thin lenses, his phoenix eyes were sinister and paranoid.

"If he wants to die, I will bring him back to life. If he wants to reincarnate, I will cut off his path. Is his life line going to be cut off? Then connect it with mine. His life in this life, the next life, and the life after that will all be mine."

Wen Liang was so frightened by Shen Ziru's words that his entire soul was about to explode.

"Shen Ziliu, are you crazy?" He couldn't help but point at the man and curse, "I'm going to call the police to arrest you for practicing feudal superstition!"

Shen Ziru stared at Wen Liang with his eyelids lifted, the temperature in his eyes did not drop at all, it was hot and crazy.

The master shook his head and sighed: "Come in"

No, Wen Liang was dumbfounded. How could this master be so indecisive that he would just agree after others said a few words?

Wen Liang, who originally wanted to see what tricks they could come up with, began to panic when his body was tied up with red strings and floated above a strange formation.

Shen Ziru won’t really find the real master.

The master cut Shen Ziru's wrist to let the blood flow. When the blood flowed to the center of the formation, Wen Liang felt a downward force suddenly increase.

It's like the feeling of weight of a void soul gradually turning into a flesh body.

Wen Liang struggled to free himself from the red string on his body.

In his sight, Shen Ziru's wrist was hanging down, and the blood from the knife wound had not stopped flowing yet. The blood flowed down the palm of his hand, condensed on the bony and delicate fingertips, and fell to the ground drop by drop.

The man's eyes were red, his head slightly tilted back, his expression mad as he wantonly grew paranoid thorns that climbed up Wen Liang's body, which was gradually turning into a solid entity, along the stagnant air.

Shen Ziru suddenly felt as if he had figured out why he came to this life. The first half of his life had condensed into dust and would be blown away by the wind.

It seems like no trace was left.

All to meet him.

From then on, he had to go back and forth to see the scenery, and he also admitted that he would suffer backlash.

-

"Good afternoon, Dr. Shen. Did you bring your own lunch again?"

"Good afternoon, it's healthier to bring your own food"

Shen Ziru greeted the young nurse with a smile, holding the medical record in one hand and a lunch box in the other.

Even after everyone had gone far away, the young nurse behind was still so excited and greedy that she couldn't bear to look away.

"How come Doctor Shen is so beautiful? I am a woman and I feel ashamed of myself. Haven't you seen that the patients in this area are more honest than those in other areas? If it were me, I would also be dazzled by the beauty and do whatever she tells me to do."

"Just seeing him cook for himself every day without fail, I envy and hate his future wife."

...

The conversation faded away.

Shen Ziru went to the third floor, took out the key, and opened the new office that the dean had prepared for him.

As soon as the door opened, a muffled groan was heard from the small room in the office lounge.

Shen Ziru locked the door and walked towards the lounge.

A young boy was lying on the small bed in the lounge. He had just woken up and was struggling in dissatisfaction.

Shen Ziliu put down the lunch box in his hand, walked over, wiped the sweat off Wen Liang's forehead, and said helplessly:

"Why is today's little patient so disobedient? Didn't I tell you that if you stay quiet you won't have breathing problems?"

Wen Liang shook his head pitifully, begging the man to let him go. The little guy hesitantly apologized for trying to escape two weeks ago:

"Brother Youyou is wrong, Youyou won't run away..."

This is Shen Ziru's purpose.

Let Wen Liang completely rely on himself and be inseparable from himself.

Let your gentle body accept you and fall in love with yourself.

The boy's helpless and pitiful tears kept flowing, and the despair in his eyes was obvious.

The man leaned over and kissed her tearful eyelashes:

"Don't cry, no one will save you"