Take a look at the scumbag who collapsed the plot [Quick Transmigration]

Under Mao Jia's threatening eyes, Cheng Yunan gritted his teeth reluctantly and squeezed out the word "brother".

Although he was reluctant, but for a brother who loved his younger brother wholeheartedly, the young man automatically ignored the stiff tone and the sound of gnashing his teeth, and half stood up in ecstasy and stretched out his arms to grab Cheng Yunan's black shirt sleeve.

He didn't try to grab Cheng Yunan's hand, he used to tell him that he wouldn't like his touch.

"Brother, you...you called me brother just now? Can you call me again? Call me again, just..."

The boy's voice was trembling, and he shook the corner of his sleeve with fear and anticipation.

〖Ding!The blackening value of the male protagonist has reached 100.Danger alert!Danger alert! 〗

Cheng Yunan watched Cheng Qi grabbing his sleeve with joy, and couldn't help feeling disgusted in his heart.

Don't you want to hear him call him brother?The corners of Cheng Yunan's lips curled up slightly, like a spring when the glacier melts and everything recovers. Although there is still a chill that cannot be ignored, it has already shown vitality and endless hope, which is enough to make people intoxicated.

"Brother, brother..."

With that said, Cheng Yunan stepped forward and hugged the young man into his arms, as if the two brothers really let go of their suspicions.

Wrapped in warm body temperature, the boy's smile has not yet spread but has completely froze, his eyes are wide open, and he is looking at the warm body embracing him in front of him in disbelief.

The hand holding the corner of the shirt tugged suspiciously, as if hoping for an explanation.

"Brother, I miss you so much, I miss you...I miss you to death!"

The young man couldn't see Cheng Yunan's face, but when he heard the gentle voice in his ear suddenly turned ferocious, he was just weird, so weird...

"you……"

Why are you doing this to me?I just want to be nice to you, why?Why should I die?

After Xu Jing uttered a word, he didn't continue to speak, nor struggled, and let Cheng Yunan, who was holding him, stab him again and again as if venting his anger.

The blood was dripping red, staining Xu Jing's back and the blue and white bed sheet red.

Cheng Yunan sneered, leaning into Xu Jing's ear who hadn't completely died, and said word by word: "Cheng Qi, I hate you, I hate you, what you have done makes me sick to death."

The young man froze on the spot without saying anything, and Mao Jia had already been horrified by the scene in front of him and fell to the ground, opening his mouth but being unable to say anything.

In the silent ward, there were only the sound of a fruit knife being stabbed, the sound of liquid splashing, and Cheng Yunan's vicious words full of malice. Although the voice was not loud, it was every word.

How much does a person have to hate another person before he wants to tear that person into pieces?

Only then did he realize that he hated him so much...

The young man slowly closed his eyes, so let's be like this... It's fine if he dies...

I just hope Dad isn't too sad...

Cheng Yunan felt that the breathing of the person in his arms had gradually stopped. Although the heart beat tenaciously twice, it could only flow more blood...

But Cheng Yunan held the fruit knife in his right hand, but kept inserting it into Xu Jing's limp body, repeating it mechanically, as if he wanted to tear Xu Jing's body into tens of thousands of pieces before he was willing to do so.

Cheng Yunan couldn't tell if he should be happy that his vengeance was avenged or disappointed.He was dead, and he was finished, and he was well aware of that fact.

he hates him...

It was because of him that his mother committed suicide by jumping off the building.

It was because of him that his father treated him coldly.

Still because of him, all his hard work was in vain.

It is because of him that he will be threatened by this girl named Mao Jia.

And now...

You see, you've caused me so far, it's okay if I kill you, right?

But I still want to stay with you for the rest of my life...

Cheng Qi, sure enough... I really hate you the most...

"Cheng Yunan!"

Mao Jia never thought that one day the boy would die, the boy who had amazed her time was killed in front of her, but she was so frightened that she forgot to stop it, even the murderer was brought by her...

Mao Jia got up from the ground, his body was still shaking with fear, but the anger in his voice was so obvious.

Cheng Yunan was finally brought back to his senses, and he threw away the twisted body full of knife wounds in disgust, but in a strange way, he carefully carried the boy whose upper and lower body were almost separated from the ground, put him back on the bed, and covered him up The quilt looked at the shivering Mao Jia, tilted his head and smiled.

"You like Cheng Qi? How about you go and accompany him? Am I nice? And let you be a pair of desperate mandarin ducks."

"Cheng Yunan, you're fucking disgusting! You, you actually killed him! You, Cheng Yunan, are the most unqualified to hurt Cheng Qi in this world! Your mother is the mistress!"

"What did you say!" Cheng Yunan rushed forward and threw Mao Jia down, and the fruit knife that stabbed Xu Jing with scars pierced Mao Jia's lower abdomen fiercely, "You are saying it again!"

How could his mother be a mistress!It must be Cheng Xiping, that scumbag who cheated on Cheng Qi before he and his mother got married!

"Hehe... cough cough!"

Naturally, Mao Jia didn't hold back like Xu Jing, and sprayed a mouthful of blood. Even so, she didn't stop, "Cheng Yunan, you are disgusting, and your mother Chen Xi is also a disgusting bitch! Little San! Green tea bitch!"

"Cheng Xiping and Song Xue love each other very much. As a result, Chen Xi fell in love with Cheng Xiping, who was starting a business, and insisted on marrying him. Do you know what she did to force Cheng Xiping to marry her? Cough cough...you You are worthy of being the son of a slut, self righteous, selfish and greedy, disgusting to death! Cough cough cough..."

"Chen Xi is the only daughter of the chairman of the Slovak Company, you know? Cough cough, she asked his father to use Song Xue and Cheng Xiping's company to threaten Cheng Xiping and Chen Xi into marriage. Cough cough...how disgusting?"

"Do you know how you got here? It's because your bitch mother drugged Cheng Xiping...cough cough...that's disgusting...cough cough..."

"Do you know how Cheng Qi's mother, Song Xue, died? Cough cough...Because, because Chen Xi was not satisfied, he gave Song Xue who was seven months pregnant, cough cough...a family The murderer..."

"Cough cough... Cough cough when the bitch killed Song Xue, Cheng Qi finally survived, and now you killed him again, he owes you! Cough cough cough..."

"You're lying...you're lying!"

Cheng Yunan put down the fruit knife and rushed out the door. He didn't believe it, he didn't believe it!

If this is the truth, then what has he done all these years for!

What is his revenge on him!

Mao Jia got up from the ground, took two staggered steps and fell to the ground again. His white shirt was already stained red, and his black skirt was also soaked on the bloody ground.

Just a little bit, a little bit, just a little bit...

Mao Jia desperately stretched out his hand, hoping to reach the dead boy on the bed, but one meter away, it was like the end of the world, which could never be crossed.

"Cheng Qi, have I ever told you that this is the first time I've called your name so intimately?"

"Cheng Qi, have I ever told you, looking at your smile, I can see the galaxy surging?"

"Cheng Qi, have I ever told you that I really like you so much that my heart is crying."

Cheng Qi...

I really like you……

……

Before he knew it, Cheng Yunan ran to the old house, and just as he was about to leave in a panic, he heard the old housekeeper's kind voice.

"Second Young Master, you're back! Why are you sweating all over? Go in and wash up. If Eldest Young Master knows you're back, I'll be happy!"

The old man had a smile on his face, and one could feel his joy just by looking at it.

The blood-stained black shirt was not obvious, and the old housekeeper's eyesight was not very good, so he didn't realize that something was wrong at all.

Cheng Yunan stared blankly at the old butler, and was welcomed in.

The young master naturally knew who he was talking about—Cheng Qi.

But, he will never come back...

Cheng Yunan didn't go to take a bath, but sent the old housekeeper away and went to Cheng Qi's room.

A simple and bright room, just like Cheng Qi...

There is a picture book on the table, Cheng Yunan remembers this picture book, and will write and draw with it when Cheng Qi is free.

Cheng Qi blankly opened the first page of the album. There were four people, two adults, a man and a woman, and two little boys holding hands.

On the second page, the same two boys are holding hands and playing.

The painter, the brush is very immature, the brush line is rough, this painting is not beautiful, but the joy of the painter, the strong emotion seems to overflow through the paper.

The corners of Cheng Yunan's lips curled up, but the tears no longer flowed down uncontrollably.

It landed on the painting patter and wet the paper.

How could Cheng Yunan not recognize him?These two boys are clearly him and...him.

Cheng Yunan could imagine that Xu Jing must have been smiling happily and living happily at that time...

It's all because the painting is too ugly that makes him cry, it's all because your painting is too ugly...

The following paintings are all the same, they are these two boys. It seems that the troubles of life never come to the two boys, they only need to play happily.

Simple, innocent and happy.

How could he have thought he was acting in the first place?Why doubt the boy's sincerity?In the end, he brutally killed him...

He used to wait for himself at the school gate day after day, but what about himself?Always just turn a blind eye...

he……

If he could go back to the past, he really wanted to kill the one who hurt him.

If time could be turned back, he would be a good brother, and he would be by his side...

……

However, there is no if!

He felt it early tomorrow...but because of his disbelief...

It was him, he killed the person who loved him the most, no one loved him anymore, no one would love him anymore...

Cheng Xiping mentioned his mother's disgust...

It's the same when I see him...

Grandpa's guilty conscience when he mentioned the marriage between his mother and father...

When his mother asked him about his love history, he evaded...

He knew it all along, but he just didn't want to face it...

He imposed all the blame on Cheng Qi, an innocent victim...

He is so scarred from his life, yet you still have the heart to poke a hole in him?How can you bear it!

Do you have no heart at all!

Cheng Yunan pinched himself hard, the blood and pain... But it can't compare to what he endured, right?Not even a ten thousandth.

Cheng Yunan broke the glass bottle with flowers in the room, and the transparent fragments cut himself hard.

How many times did you stab him?How can it be paid off?

It is he who owes him, his existence is a debt...

The cold and sharp fragments cut through the flesh and blood, did you also suffer from such pain at that time?Why don't you shout it out?Why don't you tell me to stop?Why……

Until Cheng Yunan slowly fell down holding his heart, his face was still full of guilt...

It turns out that I have a heart...

So why did I hurt you like this?

……

〖233, let's go! 〗

Xu Jing glanced lightly at the male protagonist who died in his room, and a triumphant smile flashed in his eyes.

233 looked at Xu Jing several times worriedly, after all, this blackened hero is too scary.First, he nearly dismembered his own host, then stabbed the hostess to death, and finally killed himself!It's just insane.

〖Host, do you want to leave now?Are you OK? 〗

Xu Jing glanced at 233's figure, then turned around and returned to the system space.

〖…〗

Always feel that something is wrong?

Oh, by the way, how did his host return to the system space so proficiently? He remembered that he didn't teach him! ! !

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