I have special whitewashing skills [Quick Transmigration]

happy kiss.

It's just that the sweetness at that time has now turned into the bitterness and pain of the present.

Holding him in his arms with a trembling voice, the kiss mixed with tears fell on his forehead together, and he promised: "...Okay, in the next life, in the next life, I will definitely find you, and then we will be together forever. "

As if he had received the most important promise, Chu Xinze's eyes burst into a light of relief, and there seemed to be a slight smile on his lips.

He looked at the man he loved so much in front of him quietly, as if he wanted to remember his appearance, so that he might be able to find him earlier in the next life.

However, in just a few seconds, the last beam of light in his eyes was like the falling of clusters of stars, and like the curtain of fireworks, extinguishing bit by bit, and disappearing bit by bit. , little by little, falling into the other shore.

In the drifting wind, there seemed to be extremely suppressed trembling, sobbing and pain, mixed with the young man who would never open his eyes again. Not long ago, there was a whisper and sigh that could not be forgotten.

next life.

The author has something to say: I don’t believe that I didn’t mean it, I just cried out QAQ

Write the title of this world from everyone's perspective:

Chu Xinze: Everyone is sick except me

Bai Lang: Look for my brother when I eat and sleep

Meng Ziqian: The story my father and I had to tell

Bai Lang: Look for my brother when I eat and sleep

Bai Zhifei: I thought I was the protagonist and died the worst

Bai Lang: Look for my brother when I eat and sleep

白朗：吃饭睡觉找弟弟感谢在2020-03-3123:33:09~2020-04-0112:00:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: It took a long time for Jinjiang to go bankrupt, a pirated version of Pigman, and a bottle of Luowei;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

28. This collapsed world 26

bang——

The sky-shattering explosion was like the sound of thunder, and the air waves rolled up the dust and sand on the ground, spreading like a substance, completely covering the entire area with a yellowish hue.

As the air waves gradually dissipated, two slender figures were revealed.

Dressed in black, Bai Lang's eyes are as sharp as a sword, his whole body is slightly messy, but his aura remains unchanged. Looking at the man not far away with such substantial hatred in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and said, "Meng Ziqian, don't think you don't know me." Fight back, pretend to be deeply affectionate and unrepentant in front of me, and I will let you go, let me tell you, from the moment Xiaofei dies, there will be you without me in this world!"

Meng Ziqian, who had several scars on his body during the fight just now, suddenly coughed up a big mouthful of blood from his chest. The dark red blood soaked his body, like a blossoming wintersweet, but Meng Ziqian was just silent about it. Raising his hand, he wiped away the dark red on the edge of his lips.

He raised his head and looked at Bai Lang not far away, his eyes were like this past year, so lifeless and joyless that it was almost a pool of stagnant water.

"Even if Ozawa dies, I will protect you," I can't bear to let him be sad, so I won't hurt you.

However, upon hearing this, Bai Lang's face suddenly turned ferocious, and he shouted angrily: "Shut up, you have no right to mention my brother!"

As soon as the words fell, a group of wind blades that almost tore the air slammed out from his palm.

Immediately afterwards, he rushed straight up, Bai Lang's eyes were red, and the attack in his hand was fatal.

It has been a year, since Chu Xinze's death, Bai Lang will come to his door almost every once in a while to take the life of the person who killed his brother.

Over the past year, he has learned so much about what he doesn't know.

He knew that his younger brother was harmed by Bai Zhifei and lost all his memories of the past. He knew that his younger brother had been imprisoned for four years as a blood donor, just to support Bai Zhifei in the hospital. He knew his The younger brother finally escaped from the prison, but met Meng Ziqian.

Meng Ziqian was reborn a long time ago, and wanted to kill him. From the moment he saw his younger brother, he hid him and kept him by his side. He just wanted to use his younger brother to take his life as in his previous life.

But his silly younger brother regarded such an individual with ulterior motives as the last salvation in his life, and fell into tenderness, unable to extricate himself from falling in love with this man.

As he gradually understood the truth that he couldn't see at the beginning, a big hole seemed to be opened in Bai Lang's heart. With the cold wind pouring down, there wasn't a second where he didn't feel pain, hate, or complain.

Ever since he was born, he wished he could hold his younger brother in his hands like a treasure, he wished his younger brother would hold everything in front of him, but in a corner he couldn't see, living such pain, despair, almost alive in his short life In betrayal and lies.

Bai Lang always wondered, when he was hesitating about Bai Zhifei's identity, did that innocent little man hug his shoulders, huddled in a corner, and kept calling his name like in a dream? , Calling my brother to save me over and over again.

He clearly doesn't need to suffer so much, he can clearly be happy, and he clearly has four years to make up for it, but it was all ruined by the man in front of him.

He killed his Xiaofei, he killed his Xiaofei with his own hands.

Thinking of this, Bai Lang's face was extremely distorted, and at the same time as the waving wind blade pierced the air and struck away, he flipped his palms.

However, two balls of thunderballs, the size of a baby's fist, appeared in their palms. They looked extremely beautiful, but what they exuded from above was a destructive aura.

Without any hesitation, Bai Lang swung the thunder ball towards the person.

boom boom boom boom-

A series of explosions sounded like a scene of doomsday.

Seeing that there was still no fallen figure in the dusty sky, Bai Lang's eyes were filled with hatred, but at this moment, a woman's calm voice came, "Alang, the people from the first base have arrived."

But the woman who spoke was outstanding in appearance, tall and tall, she was wearing a black outfit, standing beside a modified Hummer, looking at the crowd of people coming in the distance, her brows were full of sharp colors.

Hearing this, Bai Lang gritted his teeth, looked at the dark crowd not far away, then turned his head to see the calm wife beside the car, and subconsciously glanced at her flat abdomen.

Thinking of the past two days, she told herself with gentle eyebrows that he was going to be a father soon. Was he worried that there would be too many people and accidentally hurt his wife and children, and looked at the seriously injured people with hatred.

"One day, Meng Ziqian, I will kill you with my own hands to avenge my brother," he said, turning around and striding towards his wife.

Watching the Hummer disappear into the distance, Meng Ziqian's eyes seemed to soften for a moment.

Ozawa, soon you will be an uncle, and there will be a cute nephew or niece, will you be happy to know?

"Person in charge." The backup captain of the first base, who arrived quickly, glanced at the wounded man, then at the disappearing Hummer, and ordered: "Chasing..."

However, before the words were finished, he felt a bunch of cold gazes suddenly falling on him.

Meng Ziqian looked at him with icy cold eyes, and the captain, who was covered in cold sweat, immediately held his breath, lowered his head, and dared not say another word.

Ever since that incident happened a year ago, Meng Ziqian has changed. He has lost the gentle smile he used to have, he has become silent, and he has become more uncertain. Facing Bai Lang's faults again and again, he never fights back. He never fights back. People understand what is going on in his heart.

Half a year ago, I learned that there was a supernatural person in the supernatural team who liked to read novels. He always asked people to explain the plot to him. That person once became the most unofficial person in the base, but later, because the other party liked to play with women's clothes The young man, after disabling him with his own hands, threw him into the pile of zombies.

The screams at that time almost resounded throughout the first base, but he looked at the man with eyes that were not the slightest bit warm, bit by bit gnawed into bones by the zombies.

There are rumors in the base that the eyeball-like younger brother of the person in charge used to like to read novels and was forced to wear women's clothes for a long time, but that name has long been taboo in the first base. No one dared to mention it in front of Meng Ziqian.

Feeling the person turn around and leave, the captain gasped for breath, his face and eyes were full of joy.

After taking a shower in the bathroom, Meng Ziqian took out the pajamas from the closet, and covered up the scars on his body from fighting Bai Lang over the past year.

He took out a repair potion from the incubator, went to the study and turned on the computer, looking at the familiar screen in the computer for half a year, he drank the potion with nostalgia.

"Yeah... hiss..." The boy in the kitchen on the screen clumsily put down the knife in his hand and covered the finger he had accidentally cut. Tears welled up in his painfully beautiful eyes.

Although I have seen it countless times, Meng Ziqian's finger on the desk still trembled insignificantly.

Almost uncontrollably, he raised his hand to caress the tears-soaked eyes of the person on the screen, and traced his face, the nostalgia in his eyes was gradually replaced by countless heartaches and pains.

If he could leave everything in the hospital that day and go home earlier, wouldn't he not be able to let down the boy, who made a table full of dishes full of love and scars.

Looking at it, he suddenly covered his eyes, letting cold tears mixed with regret fall down one by one.

Meng Ziqian always thought that he knew clearly what the young man had done and paid for him in private, but every day, every time he looked at it more, he realized that what he saw was never the tip of the iceberg.

He never knew that in order to make the temperature delivered to his hands every night, the boy changed the honey water in front of the study every 10 minutes.

As a result, the curtains were blown by the wind countless times, thinking that the door of the study room on the second floor was open, and the boiling water scalded those beautiful little hands in fright.