[An Lei] Die in Love

[An Lei] Die in Love

Author: Shu Yunlan

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I haven't finished writing, and I don't know if it's a pit, and I don't even think it's sugar or a knife...

CP only has An Lei, An Lei, An Lei

If you dare to KY, I will twist Muggles!

Content tags: past life, present life, western fantasy, epic fantasy

Search keywords: Protagonist: An Mixiu, Lei Shi┃Supporting role: bumpy, messy original supporting role┃Others: Why do you need keywords? ? ?

Chapter 1

I'm crushing on someone.

But I am dying.

He thought so, but there was no worry on his face, and he even showed a brisk and gentle smile—he was finally going to die.

The gray sky was covered with dark clouds, and the sun didn't want to bring warmth to this guy who almost jumped up and cheered for his imminent death. Only the bloody breeze swept over the wound on his face and The tiny fluff is a sign of reluctance.

But An Mixiu didn't show appreciation at all, he was very happy about his imminent death.

He can clearly feel the pleasure of life passing by, and he can hear the sound of hurried footsteps in the distance, but he doesn't care, he still cares about his own happiness regardless of his seriously injured body - he is finally going to die, alive After so long, the god of death finally opened his arms to him.

"An Mixiu!" Brenda's tone was full of anger, trembling unbearably.He mentioned that An Mixiu's white shirt collar was covered in blood and dust, and growled: "Get up! Don't die! Do you hear me! I told you not to die!"

An Mixiu smiled, and coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood following Brenda's movements. The picture in front of him turned into large blocks of light, shadow and color due to the slackness of his pupils. The eyes of the stars are the most dazzling.

"Stop laughing, please!" Brenda gritted her teeth, the corners of her eyes turning red with anger.He looked at An Mixiu, who was covered in blood but was smiling happily, and yelled at him completely disregarding the wounds on his body: "Stop laughing! It's not fair to me! I said you can't die, did you hear me? !"

"But Brenda, you know I can't hold on." An Mixiu finally responded to him with a smile - if you remove the wound blood and dirty dust all over his body now, he can almost be said to be nothing like usual Either way, he just smiled so gently, staring at him gently with his aurora-colored eyes that had begun to slacken, and there were emotions that Brenda couldn't see clearly in the depths of his eyes.

In fact, An Mixiu couldn't see Brenda's appearance very clearly, but looked at the purple night sky with a vague feeling.He also couldn't hear Brenda's voice very clearly, and there were faint roars coming from his ears, which made Brenda's voice unreal.

"God is really stingy." He smiled, and stroked Brenda's face, whose vision was getting blurred, with trembling hands. The blood stained Brenda's fair face was stained by the blood he didn't have time to wipe off: "I don't cooperate at a time like this." As long as I’m happy with the sun, it’s fine, and even if it doesn’t rain, it suits the occasion.”

"Shut up! What time are you still interested in complaining about this!" Brenda grabbed the cold hand on her face, only to realize that she had started to cry.

He opened his eyes wide in panic and was at a loss, holding An Mixiu's hand tightly with one hand, and desperately trying to wipe off the salty liquid on his face with the other hand.

An Mixiu's body let out a slight muffled groan as he let go of his collar and fell heavily on the ground full of mud and blood.

So God is really too stingy.

An Mixiu felt the liquid on his face, tried hard to concentrate and found the picture of Brenda rubbing her eyes in panic and trying to stop the tears from falling down.

He sighed—too stingy, at least let it rain, I don't want to see him cry at all.

Especially something like shedding tears for me.He sighed and closed his eyes—not to mention that at this moment, I didn't even have the strength to wipe his tears away.

TBC.

Chapter 2

Brenda worked for a while before realizing that An Mixiu had closed his eyes for a while and hadn't moved for a while, and suddenly pulled him up again: "Hey! Don't you hear that?!"

"I heard..." An Mixiu had no choice but to give another tired smile, "But...it's useless to hear...I'm going to die..."

"Who allowed you to die?! Who allowed you to talk to me in such a feeble voice?!" Brenda was furious, staring at him with beautiful purple eyes, "I don't—"

"Brenda..." An Mixiu said helplessly, "I have something to say...you stop first..."

"I don't—" Brenda stared at him stubbornly, tears forcibly destroying his strong and tough coat: "Is there anything I can't wait for you to recover—"

"Brenda, don't be willful!" An Mixiu forcibly raised his voice to interrupt Brenda, seeing Brenda's standing figure, he coughed violently, as if he wanted to cough up his internal organs.It took a long time before he stopped coughing while panting, his face flushed a little from coughing.He continued: "How many times have I told you to be gentle with the wounded and sick, why can't you learn it?"

"It doesn't matter what this kind of thing is!" His hands kept shaking, and the camouflage on his face began to slowly fade away: "I just can't learn it, so I need you to teach me to succeed?!"

"Impossible." An Mixiu smiled, and gently held Brenda's hand holding his collar with trembling hands, "I'm going to die."

"It's not fair...it's too unfair to me..." An Mixiu's hands were cold, his blood was cold, and his whole body was cold, but only those aurora-colored eyes were streaming with warmth. of light.Brenda stared at those eyes—he couldn't tell whether it was An Mixiu's hand shaking because of weakness or his own hand shaking because of excitement. He trembled and said, "Don't die..."

An Mixiu wanted to say something else, but when he saw Brenda's purple eyes gradually filled with sadness and the tears falling from the corners of his eyes, he suddenly softened his heart.

"Okay, I won't die." He continued to smile, his tone was flat, but he stopped looking at Brenda, and turned his gaze to the still gloomy sky, "I'll sleep for a while, I'll be fine after a while, sleep When I wake up, I will come back to find you..."

"Don't sleep!" Brenda shook his head. He couldn't imagine what it would be like to have no one nagging in his ear in the future: "Aren't you amazing? Haven't you been to many places and experienced all kinds of things?" Didn’t you change from the time I was four years old?” Brenda took a deep breath, tried to calm down and continued, “It’s not fair to me, you Don't think I don't know that you won't wake up like your mother."

"Based on this, what I'm going to say next will be even more unfair to you." An Mixiu smiled lowly, before Brenda could protest, he pulled him into his arms: " Your Highness Brenda, I like you very much, can I turn it into love?"

Brenda didn't respond to him—his mind went blank when An Mixiu was half-forced into his arms, and he didn't know how to respond to An Mixiu's words, he could only stay stiff. curled up in his arms.

An Mixiu didn't rush, he put his hands on Brenda's lower back to enjoy the last time.He looked at the brown land around him and felt dissatisfied.

He should fall in love with a beautiful girl with a gentle temperament, and then plant some flowers on the land not far from her, open a small flower shop, and then smile and ask her when the girl passes by: "Beautiful!" Miss, would you like a fresh rose?"

The girl may be surprised and angry, and then she politely rejects him, and then they will gradually get to know each other through this situation, and he will quietly watch her find her happiness by her side, and finally he will leave without any worries. The distant place full of flowers died with a smile.

But it is a pity that he fell in love with neither a beautiful girl nor a gentle temperament, not to mention that the place where he died was so close to the person he loved that he could hear Brenda whispering in his ear. side breathing.

He was reluctant to leave Brenda, but he couldn't refuse the embrace of death.

He still has a long way to go, and he cannot be selfish.An Mixiu struggled to raise his left hand to gently stroke Brenda's well-groomed long hair, and gently lifted his right hand on his waist to rest on his cervical spine and slowly slid down until it reached the tailbone He lightly lifted and continued to repeat, as if comforting a frightened animal.

Just like his mother, the queen of the kingdom, comforted him when she died.

Brenda shivered, and pulled herself into An Mixiu's arms, completely ignoring the dirty blood and ash on his gorgeous clothes. He still didn't know how to respond to An Mixiu's words.

Should you be angry?But does he feel angry?In his heart now there is only confusion, overwhelming confusion, so he has no idea how to react.

An Mixiu didn't need his reaction either.

He didn't even need a response.

He's about to die, what's the use of these?

An Mixiu's patting and coaxing movements began to slow down gradually, but he never stopped, even if he was about to run out of strength, he didn't want to stop.

He began to feel a little bit reluctant to part with the little Highness in his arms.But it was just a little reluctance, he couldn't stay, he was about to die.

He stopped his movements and slowly tightened the embrace that was temporarily embracing the world. An Mixiu smiled and said, "I'm sorry Your Highness, I should go."

He smiled, and Brenda in his arms didn't dare to make any big moves, only to hear An Mixiu's voice gradually blurring.

etc.