Paranoid Love Poem [Quick Transmigration]

"We each take one?" Ji Churong asked.

A tenth-level awakening of the difficulty of choice, both left and right are not pleasing to the eye, so how can he choose.One is a restless little slut, and the other is Ji Churong's blue-eyed little hoof.

Now that Bai Di is leaving the dishonest Chen Ce, Wen Qiusheng walks towards Ji Churong consciously, with the chill behind him like a thorn in his back.Wen Qiusheng swallowed quietly, pretended to be a back pendant under self-hypnosis, thinking about how to hang it firmly on Ji Churong with the smallest contact area.

After waiting for a while without seeing Wen Qiusheng move, Ji Churong suddenly realized, yes, he should be the one who should take the initiative.

The wide coat of the dress covered the girl's face, and she heard Ji Churong's voice coming from a very close position, calm, restrained, and reassuring as always.

"Sorry, sorry."

A strong and slender arm hugged her shoulders through the jacket, and the other arm was gently lifted around her knee and wrist. The sudden feeling of suspension not only did not cause panic, but also had a novel lightness.

If it weren't for the wrong timing, Chen Ce really wanted to say something cheap for fear that Bai Di would become angry. Some people are destined to become lemon essence tonight.

"You'd better not say anything right now." Bai Di glanced at Chen Ce, who was casually held by him in his hand, and smiled without smiling: "I have a glass heart and Parkinson's disease, and my hands will shake when I am stimulated." Then he muttered vaguely in Chen Ce's inaudible voice: "It's great to be a girl, next time I want to be a girl too..."

The few people this time are indeed unusual. People who have come this far in the past, facing the bottomless abyss, which one is not the determination of two battles to fight for life? , those who didn’t know thought it was going to disco.

Seeing that the figures of the four people were getting smaller and smaller until they were swallowed by the abyss, the old lady sighed softly.

"Sophia, what exactly do you want?" She stared at the wall of blood behind her, as if there was a secret hidden in the dry blood that only she could see.This is the blood of her son, who was tortured and killed by Sophie again, the blood of her own flesh and blood.

Every reincarnation is a repeat, they keep killing each other, keep killing others, over and over again, for too long, from unwillingness to hatred to numbness, she has lost all emotions.Only Sophia, only that woman, is still repeating tirelessly, her anger, her resentment, like waves and storms, will never stop.

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The wind from the fall turned into a gang knife, Ji Churong protected the unarmed girl in his arms, and put up an invisible barrier with his abilities.The entire falling process was abnormally fast, already surpassing the speed of free fall, as if the abyss took a deep breath, trying to suck all the prey into its belly.

Cold, extremely cold.

There is also inexplicable pressure, oppressing from all sides.

He had just experienced this feeling not long ago, it was the heavy pressure and cold he felt when he and Bai Di dived into the bottom of the sea.

Suddenly, he seemed to knock over something.

'click'

The crisp sound of a mirror falling flashed in my ears.

At the same time, even though he tried his best to tighten his arms, the body in his arms was like a puff of green smoke, getting lighter and lighter until it was completely empty.

"Sound of Autumn!?"

No one answered the anxious call, and he fell alone in the darkness until he broke through the deep darkness into the bright light.The light enough to blind the eyes drives out the blackness. It is a kind of light with warmth. If there is a real sense of compassion, it is the warmth that Ji Churong feels at this time. It beats regularly, and those who are less vigilant may even feel drowsy at this time, wanting to take a nap in the light of warm velvet.

The silence around him gradually turned into noise, blurred sounds intertwined, the sound of the wind, the whirling of leaves, the voices of men and women, mercilessly drilled into Ji Churong's head.

The moment your feet stepped on the ground, it was like stepping into reality from a long dream, and all the voices became completely clear, just like a highly myopic person wearing glasses.

"My dear Sophie." A gentle female voice sounded very close to Ji Churong, she sighed, filled with joy, her tone was light, and even the words she wrote seemed to escape.Maybe in the future, she will be unable to imitate her handwriting at this time in her whole life.She wrote while whispering: "Are you okay at home, please forgive me for bothering you in your busy schedule, the school is a bit different from what I imagined, although the education bill proposed by my grandfather two years ago clearly stipulated that women The right to education. I can hardly find same-sex friends here, which makes me feel like a heterogeneous and a little lonely. A few days ago, I even had the idea of ​​dropping out of school, preferring to hire a dedicated private teacher like before Come to teach."

Up to this point, she sighed, pouted her mouth to show her dissatisfaction, and then smiled again, saying: "But this is too disrespectful to grandpa and grandma. As their juniors, they cannot be the ones who bring about change." Pioneers, at least be their loyal supporters."

"But why does the teacher look at us with strange eyes and attitudes? Since every woman has the right to education, why can't Sophie come to class with me?" She muttered softly, without writing this complaint into the letter.Instead, Shua Shua wrote: "Grandpa said, you have to believe that small changes will eventually bring about earth-shaking changes. One day, my world, Sophie's world, and everyone else's world will not be so different .I miss you so much, counting the days and looking forward to the weekend.” At the end of the letter, she wrote her name.

'Your friend forever, Sophia. '

While the girl was muttering to herself and burying her head in writing, Ji Churong stretched out his hand and waved it several times in front of her eyes, but the other party was ignorant, as if he was just a breath of air in this world.

This should be Miss's conscious world, but he is an invisible person here.If the dead are ghosts to the living, are the living also ghosts in the world of the dead?

Sophia walked out of the classroom after packing up the letters with her schoolbag on her back.

No time to think more, Bai Di and others disappeared, so Ji Churong had to keep up with the girl named Sophia, at least she is the only key person at present.

It should be the rest time now, and many young gentlemen gathered in twos and threes in the corridor.Judging from the uniforms and manners of the students, this seems to be a noble school.At this time, Sophia was just a carefree girl, maintaining the etiquette and manners of a young lady, and hiding a trace of girlish freedom in places that other people couldn't notice.Holding two hard-shell books in his arms, he hummed an unknown light tune, tapped the book shells with his fingertips in an unladylike manner, and tapped the beat quietly with his toes when people were not paying attention.

Sunlight jumped in from the window, and she felt the bright breath of early spring. She stopped and raised her eyes to catch all the spring light, and her face was covered with a layer of light golden soft veil under the sun.

Take a deep breath until your chest bulges, your neck is raised slightly, and then you exhale long, the turbid air melts in a ray of spring light.

"Although there will be some unhappy things more or less every day, but..." Sophia narrowed her eyes, her eyebrows curved to reflect the twigs outside the window, and said with a smile: "It's good to be alive."

Ji Churong couldn't see the spring, and he couldn't feel the cold or heat in the form of a ghost at this time. Half of the pictures in his mind were described synchronously by the system, and half were imagined by himself. Hearing this, he suddenly felt a move in his heart.

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