Fast time travel tricks to death system

The theater building was decorated with lights and festoons, and the troupe master knew that there was a big guest coming, so he had already arranged everything. He asked people to do everything well, and absolutely no mistakes could be made.

Zhou Ming took Xiao En's hand and pulled him to the seat. People passing by all noticed Xiao En's appearance, they secretly marveled and discussed in low voices.

"This man is really good-looking, but it's a pity he's a man."

"He looks even more stunning than a woman, but he is surrounded by a big shot."

"Don't say, will this man be his male favorite? Some people have this habit."

"It's almost the same, but that person is so petite and not as tall as a male pet, how can you pamper him?"

"You don't know that. Some people naturally have their own methods. Even eunuchs will use other methods to torture people."

They didn't dare to speak loudly, and when the man in black looked over, they felt a chill go down their spines, and they all left this place.

Xiao En's five senses are very keen, he can hear what others can't hear, see what others can't see, touch delicate things, and taste what others can't.

He heard the conversations of those people verbatim.

Zhou Ming didn't know that someone was discussing him like this, so he invited Xiao En to his seat, and then asked the class leader to greet him who was ready.

It was a pair of men, one was a danjiao, the other was a niche, sometimes they talked tenderly, sometimes they danced with knives and guns, and the sound of beating gongs and drums lingered in their ears.

Zhou Ming just wanted to see what the drama here is like. In the second half, he finally couldn't help but hiccupped. He leaned against Xiao En's side and fell into a deep sleep.

Xiao En stroked Zhou Ming's hair with his hand, and then looked at the actor. He didn't care what they talked about about the love they promised each other. He only knew that he couldn't let go of the people around him.

What should he do before he can squeeze this person out of his heart.

Will he also find someone to help him squeeze out the people in his heart, so that his heart won't hurt anymore.

Since she abandoned him back then, why did she come to pick him up.

If Zhou Ming didn't come to pick him up, he could justifiably go find him, kill him, and bury his body in Xueyuan Mountain.

Without Zhou Ming, he can die happily. He will die beside Zhou Ming, and go to the Underworld with him. After crossing the Naihe Bridge, he can forget about the person beside him.

He approached Zhou Ming's head, wanting to be close to him, and he had been thinking about this moment for a long time.

The people who were still acting on the stage were holding spears in their hands. He saw Zhou Ming fell asleep, and Xiao En was not vigilant, so he started to walk to the side, borrowing the strength from the side, and flew towards them.

Zhou Ming opened his eyes abruptly. He hugged Xiao En's neck and led him towards him. The spear passed through Xiao En's hair. Xiao En found that Zhou Ming was not asleep, and said in embarrassment: "You !"

Zhou Ming didn't have time to talk to Xiao En. He hugged Xiao En and rolled to the side. Seeing that he hadn't succeeded, the man stabbed him with a long spear. The movement was extremely fast, not something ordinary people could do.

Seeing that there was no way to escape behind him, Xiao En pulled Zhou Ming up. He hugged Zhou Ming horizontally with one hand, put his toes on the chair, and jumped into the air.

"How is this possible!" The assassin was shocked, someone actually flew into the sky easily.

Zhou Ming could feel that Xiao En paused in the air for a long time, which was not done by ordinary light functions.

The assassin was dragged down by the bulky costume, no matter how quick his reaching was, he couldn't match Xiao En's speed.

Xiao En stepped on the assassin's shoulder, stepped on the back of his head with his foot, and he spun around and fell to the ground.

The assassin had no power to fight back, he couldn't even touch Xiao En's clothes.

Zhou Ming leaned against Xiao En's chest, listening to his powerful heartbeat, his face flushed slightly, and his own heart also jumped.

It was probably a trick in his heart, he felt that Xiao En was so handsome at this time.

Xiao En took away the assassin's weapon, randomly scratched the assassin's body a few times before saying, "Who sent you?"

Before the assassin opened his mouth, a silver needle attacked them, Xiao En dodged the attack nimbly, but the silver needle just pierced into the back of the assassin's head.

The assassin died instantly.

The class leader looked terrified, he ran out and knelt on the ground: "My lord, forgive me, I don't know that man is an assassin, I have absolutely nothing to do with that man, and I dare not assassinate you!"

"If it wasn't Xiao En this time, would I have died in your troupe today?" Zhou Ming asked, still holding Xiao En's neck and not letting go.

"The villain is terrified." The leader's forehead was dripping with sweat, and he kept shaking his legs, almost peeing his pants.

Zhou Ming didn't make things difficult for the class leader. He asked Ningde to send someone to investigate the matter. Xiao En wanted to let Zhou Ming go, but Zhou Ming held him around his neck, and he couldn't let go.

It wasn't until I hugged him that I realized that Zhou Ming's weight was not light. It was probably because he enjoyed the delicacies of mountains and seas every day that he gained weight.

"You..." Xiao En wanted to tell Zhou Ming tactfully. Zhou Ming stared at Xiao En's chin, leaned into his ear and said, "It's not that I don't want to go down. My foot is injured and I can't go."

"Injured?" Xiao En noticed that there was still blood on Zhou Ming's ankle. It seemed that something scratched him when he was pulling him just now.

Zhou Ming smiled and took a breath: "I can only work hard on you."

Xiao En's arms tightened before he carried Zhou Ming out of the theater in front of everyone.

The servants who were still discussing them before watched the picturesque man walking past them with the so-called big man in his arms.

The people waiting outside saw the injured Zhou Ming and wanted to step forward to take Zhou Ming's body, but Xiao En avoided his hand and gave him a cold look.

The man was so watched that he withdrew his hands, ran over and opened the door curtain, and let Xiao En carry Zhou Ming inside.

Xiao En carefully put Zhou Ming on the seat, he lifted Zhou Ming's feet, took off his shoes, and asked, "Why don't you wear stockings?"

"It's too hot. I've never liked wearing stockings, you know." Zhou Ming smiled wryly. He didn't like wearing their stockings, nor did he like wearing long boots.

The wound on the ankle was cut by gravel just now. The cut was not deep, but it was very long. Even if Zhou Ming moved even a little, it would be excruciatingly painful.

"Fortunately, the meridian was not injured." Xiao En pinched Zhou Ming's foot, took out the medicine from his clothes, and sprinkled it on Zhou Ming's ankle.

Zhou Ming opened his eyes: "Why do you carry wound medicine with you?"

Xiao En was silent, and after a while he said, "This medicine will heal quickly."

Zhou Ming: "..."

They don't seem to be talking about the same topic, do they?

Zhou Ming didn't care about these, he leaned against Xiao En's side, this time he was injured, he didn't suffer in vain, at least he could draw the distance between them.

How long has it been since he was with Xiao En so close, I'm afraid even he himself has forgotten.