Cannon fodder "attack" development system

For a long time, the system that has been calling for thousands of times like a lying corpse has never responded, but at this moment it jumped up like a fake corpse and gave Song Guan a blow.As a direct result of this "deceived corpse" behavior, Song Guansheng would have been lying on the bed for two days.Two days later, after recovering his breath, Song Guan still had the illusion that an indescribable part of his body was still aching.

Is the system punishment severe enough?

enough!

Enough is fucking enough!

Now Song Guan just thinks of Chu An'an, even the name, and feels a vague pain!

Just because he likes a girl, so you play him like this?

Hey!

He just likes it, but he doesn't want to do anything!The system fucking cares too much!He can't even like a girl silently? !It’s not okay to secretly YY? !Paralyzed, he just doesn't like men, he just likes girls, what do you think of the system! ! !

The more Song Guan thought about it, the angrier he became. He fell into this gay game out of nowhere, and he didn't want it. The fucking system still plays him like this?The anger burned his mind into a handful of scum, and he just pulled out the knife and wanted to stab himself to death.

wipe!I won't play with you anymore!Let me die!What do you like!I don't want to accompany you anymore!

When the cold knife was attached to the neck, and a gash was drawn to bleed, Song Guanna was forced to regain his sanity by the pain.He resentfully threw the knife to the corner, and sat back on the bed, extremely depressed.

The ghost knows what's going on with that system, if he dies like this, the system will bounce back even more, maybe how to torment him.

Song Guan sat cross-legged on the bed in a daze, unwilling to accept his fate like this, and had no other better way.If the system was a real thing, or a person, and it was in front of him, it would definitely be beaten into a pig's head by him, not only the pig's head, but also the whole body was beaten so swollen that he couldn't even put on his underwear!

Throughout the afternoon, Song Guan was thinking about how to kill the system, which is a bastard, if he wrote it down, he could publish a book.The title of the book is "On the Nine Thousand and Nine Hundred and Ninety-Nine Forms of the Tragic Death of the System".Thinking of how he became numb later on, if he were to describe his state of mind at this moment accurately, it would probably be the state of being too angry and stagnant in the legend.So much so that when Junior Brother Zhou came to see him, he always had a thick bleak aura lingering around him.

Junior Brother Zhou was surprised: "What's wrong with you?"

Song Guan now feels that his life is particularly bleak, very bleak, very bleak.This is not just Miss Chu's matter, shit, the system is just playing around with him as a fool from the beginning to the end!

Song Guan didn't speak, and Junior Brother Zhou couldn't be sure what he was thinking.The doctor came to diagnose Song Guan's condition in the past two days, and after watching for a long time, he couldn't see why, but Song Guan's appearance of dying from pain could not be faked.Looking at these two situations together, it is really hard not to think of guesses such as Song Guan suffering from some incurable disease that has never existed before.From the corner of the eye, he saw a little redness on Song Guan's neck, and he was even more surprised. His two big eyes widened a bit, which was a bit scary. He grabbed Song Guan's skirt with both hands: "You What happened to the neck?"

Song Guan didn't have the heart to make trouble with others, he tried to free them from Zhou Jin's grasp by pulling on his clothes, and said casually, "It was accidentally scratched."

Zhou Jin didn't believe it: "Who are you lying to? You see, I have never accidentally scratched myself like this before."

Song Guan: "I'm stupid and I can't help it."

Zhou Jin: "I'm serious with you."

Song Guan: "I'm not joking."

Zhou Jin: "..."

Zhou Jin frowned, and looked straight at him with big eyes: "You should stop being so talkative. On your neck..."

Song Guan: "I'm not poor."

Zhou Jin: "..."

Zhou Jin finally noticed that something was wrong with Song Guan, frowned, and said earnestly: "Song Guan, please speak well."

Song Guan didn't raise his head: "You should talk properly."

Zhou Jin: "..."

Song Guan: "Why are you looking at me?"

Zhou Jin patted the bed: "Did you take the wrong medicine today?!"

Song Guan did not take the wrong medicine, but was over stimulated.For a moment, he felt that everyone around him was malicious from the system, and its own meaning was to torture him.Even the endocrine was stimulated to the point of imbalance, so the speech was yin and yang.

Zhou Jin was still holding on to Song Guan's collar in this room, while Qiao Ming in the other room just happened to be carrying food when he heard the noise coming in from the room.His eyes fell on Zhou Jin's hand holding Song Guan's lapel, and he paused, the faint smile on his face remained unchanged: "Junior Brother Zhou."

Zhou Jin didn't say much, and directly dragged Qiao Ming over, pointed to Song Guan and said, "Look at his neck." Then he said with a worried face, "Besides, I think his brain is a little broken."

snort.Song Guan was still in despair, so he didn't say anything when he heard this, and didn't bother to talk to them.

Qiao Ming put down the plate in his hand, and sat next to Song Guan, as if he was about to check the injury, but he just raised his hand, and Song Guan slapped his hand directly. With a crisp sound of "pa", Qiao Ming was taken aback for a moment, and the skin on the back of his hand was slightly red.Song took a look at him and turned his head away, looking like an awkward little brat.As the protagonist, Junior Brother Qiao was shot while lying down. Song Guan's behavior was totally venting his anger.Although he had restrained his behavior very much, he still let out a little bit of anger.

In the eyes of Junior Brother Zhou, Song Guan's slap was an ironclad proof of "Sure enough, his brain is broken", and then inexplicably, what followed in his heart was a sentence, which is really uneducated.

Qiao Ming looked at the senior brother who turned his face away, but felt that his reaction was a bit strange.Adjusting his sleeves, he said warmly, "Then let's not look at the wound, shall we eat first?" Song Guan has a wound on his neck, but it has indeed healed, so there is no rush to look at it.Qiao Ming talked to Song Guan like this, his tone was gentle, as if coaxing a petty son.

Song Guan was about to vomit blood when he heard it, but when he looked back at Qiao Ming's expression, he had the urge to vomit blood even more. Did he have a naked fatherly expression?As if being fueled by fire, Song Guan didn't know what he was angry about, in short, he was about to die of anger.He tried his best to maintain a blank expression on his face: "I, I want, sleep, sleep."

After hearing this, Zhou Jin couldn't help complaining about him: "Have you been sleeping for the past two days? Haven't you slept enough?"

Song Guan: "..."

Song Guan became a little annoyed after being exposed: "You care about me?"

Zhou Jin really felt that he was making trouble for no reason, so he poked his finger on his body after being so excited, and touched the sleeping point. Song Guan fell on the bed before he could say anything, and couldn't sleep for a long time.

Zhou Jin glanced at Qiao Ming, and said, "Senior brother Qiao, let me just say, his brain seems to be a little broken, but it will be fine when he wakes up." Looking at the sky outside, "Well, brother's neck Please bandage the wound, I’ll go back first.” Before Qiao Ming could reply, he poked his finger so that he fell to the ground and fell asleep, and ran out with a guilty conscience. Before leaving, he took away the dishes on the table by the way.

So only Song Guan and Qiao Ming were left in the room, and Song Guan had already been put to bed and slept like a dead pig.There was a slight smell of herbs in the room. Qiao Ming looked thoughtfully at Zhou Jin's running away figure, because he was thinking about something, so there was no expression on his face at the moment, and the emotions between his brows and eyes settled down, not as usual She smiled lightly, even looking a little cold.After closing the door of the room, he sat on the edge of the bed again and carefully looked at Song Guan's sleeping face.

The sky outside the house was getting darker, Qiao Ming stood up and lit a candle. Under the flickering light, Song Guan's face seemed to be changing expressions under the slight jumping light. Because of the tugging with Junior Brother Zhou before, his clothes were slightly opened A little, showing a little collarbone, and a dark red line between the neck, which is the dry mark after bleeding from the wound.

Qiao Ming looked at it quietly for a while, then stretched out his fingers, and stroked Song Guan's wound lightly. He could clearly feel the rough touch of the wound with his fingertips.He lowered his eyes halfway, and said in a voice like a soliloquy: "Brother, is it hurting you?" This question is destined to not get an answer from Song Guan who has already fallen asleep.Qiao Ming smiled, put his finger on Song Guan's forehead, leaned over, and after a long while, asked in a low voice, "Why?" It was a random sentence, and he didn't know what he was asking.Then he asked again: "Brother, do you feel pain?"

Is it because no one sees that it becomes unscrupulous?Following his instinctive desire, he lowered his head slowly, put his lips on Song Guan's wound, licked it gently, and tasted a bit of blood on the tip of his tongue.

weird smell.But probably because it is a senior brother, the taste in the mouth seems to have a little sweetness.Then Qiao Ming suddenly thought of the scene when Song Guan and the girl from the Chu family were standing together, his strength suddenly became a little unstable, and the bloody smell between his lips and teeth became more and more thick.He woke up and realized that he probably bit open the wound on his brother's neck again.

Qiao Ming stood up straight, with blood on his lips, which looked like a thin red lotus at first glance.

Song Guan was still asleep and didn't know anything about it. There was blood dripping from his neck on the bed. Qiao Ming looked at the red spot, looked at it, and thought in a daze, what on earth did he have? doing what?