you're done

The brows of the young man were full of provocations, and the smile on the corner of his lips was crazy and full of malice.

Accompanied by the sound of him falling, blood gushed out crazily and dyed the clean white shirt red. Life passed by in a short moment, and the expression on his pale cheeks, which was so pale that there was no trace of blood, turned into a calm and calm expression.

Luo Shiwei slowly closed his eyes and never woke up again.

"Xiaowei—!"

Yue Qiao called out again and again, it seemed that at the moment Luo Shiwei died, the huge impact made Yue Qiao walk out of his demons.

He hugged the young man in his arms in panic and collapse, his cold face had long been subverted, and a crystal teardrop fell from the man's dark and empty eyes.

Even when he was on the verge of death, Yue Qiao never collapsed like this, let alone shed tears.

He kissed the young man's bloody lips, his whole body was shaking violently with pain, and he couldn't stop muttering: "It doesn't hurt... Xiaowei doesn't hurt, brother will come to accompany you right now, and I will never leave you alone... ..."

At this moment, the hope in his eyes gradually disappeared.

Luo Zhiwei's death is the best medicine to destroy Yueqiao. It only needs a little push to complete this epic, classic and spectacular work.

However, for some reason, Yuan Yiqi has lost interest.

"Bam—!"

Yue Qiao was shot in the shoulder, and fell back uncontrollably on the ground. He was dripping with blood, but his face was numb. He didn't even care that he would be killed. At this time, he was struggling desperately to Luo Shiwei crawl over.

Xiaowei... Luo Zhiwei...

Then his lover was taken away.

Yuan Yiqi hugged Luo Zhiwei's body in his arms, looked down at Yue Qiao's chaotic eyes, and said casually: "He traded his life for your chance to survive, I won't kill you , on the contrary, Yueqiao, you must live, and live to face everything he bestowed on you."

Is it really a joy to be alive?

Wrong, my little bastard, I will let you know how miserable Yueqiao will be after you die.

Yue Qiao looked at Luo Shiwei's body in a daze, as if he was still digesting the meaning of his words, and hadn't recovered for a long time.

Soon after, Yue Xing led the police to the destination according to the location, only to see Yue Qiao who was covered in blood in a daze, and the others were missing.

"Yue Qiao's ear studs are wirelessly connected to the latest vacuum camera."

The video inside is completely preserved.

There was an uproar.

The laboratory was as cold and gloomy as ever, like an icehouse.

Luo Shiwei lay quietly on the sofa. The wounds on his body had been treated. At this time, he put on clean clothes, closed his eyes, and his fine eyelashes cast shadows, as if he had just fallen into a sweet sleep.

At this moment, Yuan Yiqi is looking down at him like this.

He still didn't save the man, in fact, the moment he hugged Luo Shiwei, he realized that the young man was no longer breathing.

Surprised, stunned, unbelievable.

Such emotions rarely appear in Yuan Yiqi's body, although it is only for a moment.

At this time, the man's handsome face even approached calmness. He slightly raised his hand, calmly took off the silver glasses on the bridge of his nose, and pinched the center of his brow with one hand, as if he was thinking.

Luo Shiwei is dead?

What does death mean?He thought in a rare, somewhat slow manner.

Wisdom is as cold as ever, and he maintains a calm and precise brain all the time. Reason is always above everything else. Countless concepts of death are merged into one line after another, emerging in his mind one by one.

But neither is accurate enough.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Luo Shiwei who had stopped breathing, which meant that his closed eyes would never be opened again, and he would never look at him with big eyes pretending to be innocent after doing something wrong;

His naturally calm lips would no longer rise, he would no longer show him a wild and provocative smile, and he would no longer try his best to fight him with wits and courage, making him love and hate at the same time.

——In this world, there is no such a funny and hateful little bastard anymore.

Yuan Yiqi calmly broke the glasses in his hand, he even restrained himself from venting, he let the glasses shatter and stab into his palm, blood gushed out from the gap, staining his jade-white fingers red.

Is it ten fingers to heart?

Because the tingling pain in the palm was transmitted to the whole body through the blood vessels, and finally the dense tingling pain in the heart intertwined. Gradually, the pain became more intense, as if it was about to break the heart, and even breathing became difficult.

Yuan Yiqi was wearing a black windbreaker, and he put one hand on his heart gracefully and calmly, as if he was paying respects to the deceased, and also seemed to be savoring the never-before-seen taste from his heart.

"It hurts..."

He finally knew where the disbelief came from, the anger that the artwork was suddenly destroyed, but...

He never thought that he would lose Luo Shiwei in this way.

His own little bastard.

Is it all for art...

Before that, art was indeed the most important thing, obviously all of this was to create the most perfect work, but when Yuan Yiqi saw this body that was no longer alive...

Cracks appeared in the man's cold and pure blue eyes at this moment, and he could no longer keep calm. He seemed to hear the loud sound of art collapsing.

what……

Yuan Yiqi let out a low laugh, and the smile gradually widened to a distorted one. He clutched his chest and collar forcefully, but he couldn't suppress the maniacal laughter.

"It turns out...it turns out that your existence has already surpassed everything else."

A raging fire ignited in the basement.

Yuan Yiqi flipped through the script in his hand, it was the final result after two years of repeated polishing, it was the soul of the whole work.

In the next second, he casually threw the manuscript out.

In an instant, the words on the paper were ruthlessly devoured, followed by the film tape that was about to be completed. The orange flames reflected his face at this time. There was an elegant and cold smile on the corners of the man's lips, and his gray-blue eyes Shining with crazy light.

The script, the film that was about to be completed, and even every work he had ever created, all the painstaking efforts he had planned for in his life, were all burned into flames by the man indifferently.

No nostalgia.

I don't know when it started, all his joys, sorrows, sorrows, and joys were all because of one person, and every line of sight of his interests and hobbies had been placed on him.

Without Luo Shiwei, all of this seemed meaningless.

Yuan Yiqi took one last look at the portrait.

The sexually transformed version of Yuan Yi in the painting is holy, beautiful, and charming. This is the work of the little bastard after he spoofed it. He stroked it with his fingers and chuckled: "So, this is the last gift you left me."

"However, it is no longer necessary."

The portrait was also thrown into the flames, and the entire basement was shrouded in flames, making loud crackling noises.

Yuan Yiqi walked to the sofa, he stared deeply at the young man, and didn't notice the windbreaker behind him being licked by the flames.

Such a proud, cold and lofty man, Yuan Yiqi knelt down on one knee as if surrendering at this moment. He held the young man's hand affectionately, put a gun in his hand, and aimed the gun at his heart.

The man's face was elegant and unparalleled, and under the light of the flames, it was shockingly beautiful.

He kissed the back of Luo Shiwei's hand, intimately and tenderly, smiled lowly, and whispered calmly and crazily: "You won, little bastard."

No regrets, no remorse, and no admission of mistakes.

He was just defeated by Luo Shiwei, and if he lost this round, he would face punishment calmly.

The man patiently helped him hold the gun in his hand, pressed it against his chest, and pressed the trigger.

"Bam—!"

When the gunshot rang out, Yuan Yiqi smiled and went to die calmly.

Yuanyiqi·Destroying Divinity

After the video was exposed, it caused a huge shock.

Not only the entertainment circle, but even the whole society was shocked. Some people even couldn't believe it after seeing the video, and firmly believed that it was fake.

Without Yuan Yiqi's own confession, who would dare to believe it?

Such an artist who is so glamorous, worshiped by countless people, and regarded as a god is actually a down-and-out anti-social personality criminal?

Gu Yue, Yue Qiao, Dai Wei, Luo Zhiwei, etc. have a series of victim lists, some of them are self-inflicted, and some are completely innocent.

But all of these, no matter if it was Little Transparent or top-notch or movie star, were all toyed and applauded by that man.

Just mentioning it makes me shudder.

Online reviews are also mixed.

Someone said: "This is not considered a collapsed character. He is indeed an artist, but unlike the public, he has reached the extreme of art."

Someone retorted: "Don't use art as a cover, isn't this a crime? Art can harm people? This kind of pervert had better die in the fire, otherwise it would be too little to be caught and shot ten times!"

"It should be dead. Look at his attitude towards Luo Shiwei. I think he will die for love!"

"Sacrificing love +1, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

One good and one evil, one bright and one dark, the love that cannot be tolerated in the world forced the kind-hearted Luo Shiwei to death, but the big boss who was full of malice only had Luo Shiwei's whiteness on his heart, he would not live , Director Yuan's pride will not let him wander around and run away, death is the best exit! "

"Don't flirt upstairs, I'm going to vomit, okay? How can you just put something in your mouth to make love? Luo Shiwei is obviously the victim, good 8!"

"No, no, no, no, I'm sure there is no romantic relationship between Luo Zhiwei and Yuan Yiqi, because Luo Zhiwei belongs to Yueqiao!"

"Look, it's the first time Yueqiao is interviewed after being discharged from the hospital. The fans of Yuejia are crazy, okay?"

"??????"

"Fuck..."

In the video, Yue Qiao is wearing a black suit, except for a white flower pinned to the neckline. His cold face is reflected in black and white, forming a strong sense of impact.

The reporter held up the microphone and asked, "Mr. Yue, Mr. Yue, are you going to attend Luo Shiwei's funeral?"

"I'm going to attend the funeral before my injury heals. Luo Shiwei is very important to you, right?"

The man walked forward with slender legs, and his footsteps stopped when he heard that, his back was lonely and indifferent, and the coldness that rejected people thousands of miles away was more dignified than before.

He seemed to have completely shut himself off in another world.

"The funeral is very important, and it's still waiting for me to manage it, so I will make a long story short."

He turned his head to look at the camera, and said seriously: "Please rest assured, I will take care of my body and will never hurt myself again. I will cherish every day in the future and will never let down what Xiaowei left for me with my life." every day."

A sharp voice suddenly sounded, questioning: "His relatives should preside over the funeral. In what capacity are you doing it? Isn't it too hypocritical?"

The audience was silent.

Everyone stared at the sharp reporter, and they were about to drag her out immediately.

However, at this moment, Yue Qiao calmly raised his hand and stopped the security guard.

He looked at the camera, and a faint smile slowly appeared on his indifferent face, and he said softly: "Of course I have the qualifications and status. As Luo Shiwei's widow, I will take his part, and spend the rest of my life." For the rest of my life."

Not... survivors? !

This title directly paralyzed the entire network.

No one expected that Yue Qiao, who was in transition, would announce at this time that he was Luo Shiwei's widow.

This title is really too heavy.

Even if they really have a relationship, after death, normal people will avoid it. How can anyone take the initiative to label themselves this way?

In the future, this label will be imprinted on him forever.

If not too reckless, it is too infatuated.

Afterwards, Yue Qiao's sister, Yue Xing, was also interviewed. When the "widow" was mentioned, the elegant and intellectual female bully always wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes. She smiled at the crowd and said calmly: "Yes, that's right. , My family and I will support his decision, because we all know that the only thing that can support Xiaoqiao to continue to live is this obsession, and he can't live up to the future that Zhiwei left for him with his life."

In the third year after Luo Shiwei left, Yue Qiao won his first Best Actor Award in a movie.

In the seventh year after Luo Shiwei left, the technology company invested by Yueqiao successfully developed holographic technology. The era of holographic games finally came, and he fulfilled his promise.

He lived every day seriously, but no matter what occasion he attended, he would always wear a tailored black suit for ten years.

Fans and the general public didn't understand at the beginning, and later understood, everyone understood that he was keeping his promise and kept the festival for his lover as a widow.

No. 15 years after Luo Shiwei left, Yueqiao disappeared.

He moved into the neighborhood where Dai Wei was once housed, but he often lingered on the streets at night. The man was wearing a black suit and stood by the street lamp, with a faint smile gradually appearing on the corners of his lips.

He thought of that year.

The two walked hand in hand through the street, their figures under the street lights getting longer and longer, thinking about the future while walking forward, as if they could go forever.

But in the end, nothing lasts forever.

But, fortunately, his Xiaowei has always been in his heart, accompanying him through this long but not boring life.

Overseas Chinese · Observing festivals for a lifetime

"The Artist" · Beyond the Boundary · End.

When Luo Shiwei woke up again, he realized that the mission had been cleared.

He pressed his chest, and it seemed that there was still a dull pain there, but there was no joy in completing the task at all.

He sighed melancholy, and said, "Brother, actually, I think maybe it would be nice to die there forever."

【you are tired. 】

"Well, I'm very tired." Luo Shiwei asked slowly, with a weary look on his face, "So do you want to add money?"

[…] The system paused for a moment, and announced: [Five thousand points will be rewarded for completing the mission, a perfect score plus a chance of resurrection, the host owes 135 points, interest is 1865, and after deducting, the host will receive [-] points. 】

???

Luo Shiwei couldn't believe it: "Brother Tong, what kind of a slapstick are you!"

[You want to use points to redeem now, is the truth about your relationship with Luo Shiwei's original body? 】

"how much is it?"

[One thousand points. 】

"Get out!" Luo Zhiwei said expressionlessly, "Go directly to the next world, I have to earn money to redeem myself, and break off relations with you."

[Satisfy you. 】

Luo Zhiwei only felt his eyes go dark, and his last words before he passed out were asking: "Wait, tell me what's going on in this world before you teleport, at least tell me what level the villains in this world are! "

[All villains, a world of two villains, each villain's danger index is at the same level as Yuan Yiqi. 】

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I see through!