Fast time travel tricks to death system

Xiao Miaoke's smile was like honey tea, holding fresh fruit juice in her hands, her wet hair was sticky to the side of her face, adding some girly softness to her.

Zhou Ming didn't change his face, he just responded to Xiao Miaoke's enthusiasm so dullly, even though Xiao Miaoke changed his clothes, he couldn't move him even if he tried his best.

Zhou Ming didn't care about her at all, instead he hurriedly urged her to leave.

She couldn't figure it out, Zhou Ming didn't look like a log, why was he so stupid!

She didn't want to destroy her image in Zhou Ming's eyes, so no matter how puzzled she was, she had to obey his wishes.

She has a lot of time, she can take her time until she gets Zhou Ming's sincerity.

"Zhou Ming, I..." She hesitated, whether she should seize this opportunity and stay by Zhou Ming's side.

Zhou Ming put his coat on her body and fondled her soft hair: "It's cold, don't catch a cold."

"Okay, I see." Xiao Miao blinked, and tiptoed to kiss Zhou Ming's side face: "Although I regret not being able to stay with you longer, I am very happy every day when I am with you , Zhou Ming, I like you~"

"Okay, silly girl, I'll take you down." Zhou Ming opened the door, he didn't want to show his impatience.

Xiao Miaoke grabbed Zhou Ming's arm, leaned on his shoulder and said, "Honey, this week, you will fulfill our promise, I will always remember it~"

"I will definitely fulfill it."

Xiao Miao felt that as long as she got this answer, she would be satisfied. As long as Zhou Ming was willing to prepare a special date for her, she would let more people know that Zhou Ming was hers.

She hugged Zhou Ming's arm proudly.

The elevator was being repaired recently, so they could only take the stairs. They walked through the corridor, and a drop of water fell from the top of their heads and hit Zhou Ming's hand. He looked up at the lights in the corridor, and the lights went from bright to dark yellow in an instant.

The corridor lights flickered, Xiao Miaoke screamed and hid in Zhou Ming's arms, she closed her eyes and dared not open them, she, she seemed to see a withered hand on the handrail of the stairs just now.

Zhou Ming has lived here for three years, and has never encountered such a situation. Hearing a gasp, the person in his arms trembled even more.

Zhou Ming turned his gaze to the source of his panting. An elderly man came up holding on to the railing, holding a string of hemp rope in his hand, and looked at Zhou Ming with abrupt eyeballs.

Zhou Ming felt that those eyes were a little cautious. The old man was wearing loose clothes, with wide trousers dragging on the ground. He lowered his head, looked up at the lights in the corridor, and suddenly smiled kindly: "The lights in the corridor have been in disrepair for a long time. So I'm not very well-informed recently, you young people, pay attention when passing by, look at this little girl is scared."

"Well, thank you for reminding me, old man." Zhou Ming held his breath. He noticed that the old man's hands were covered with scars, and his brow bone was sunken. The most conspicuous thing was the red scarf hanging around the old man's neck.

The old man noticed Zhou Ming's gaze and put his hand on the scarf. He kneaded the scarf with nostalgia and said, "I haven't seen anyone for a long time. Do you think the scarf around my neck looks good?"

Zhou Ming nodded. The old man smiled and said, "My wife knitted it for me. I have worn it for a long time."

"Wife?" Zhou Ming noticed that the scarf was cut off, and the old man only wore half of the scarf.

"Yes." The old man held on to the railing and walked up the stairs one by one: "She's still waiting for me, I won't tell you anymore, young man, I'm going back."

The old man smiled happily, as if he didn't notice his abnormality at all.

Xiao Miaoke was already pale with fright, she pointed to the old man just now and said: "He! He is a human or a ghost!"

Zhou Ming blocked Xiao Miaoke's hand, pulled him out of the corridor, and waited until the door before saying: "I'll call a taxi for you, you can go back quickly."

Xiao Miaoke hasn't recovered yet, she breathed quickly: "But I, I'm afraid."

"It's just an ordinary old man, don't think too much about it."

"Is he really an ordinary old man? But his legs...his legs..." Zhou Ming covered what Xiao Miaoke was about to say, opened the umbrella, and pulled her to the intersection: "What are you doing today?" I didn't see it either, you know?"

"Zhou...Zhou Ming." Xiao Miao felt that everything was just a dream, and what kind of world she was in.

Someone was holding a cat in the distance, the rain hit his face, and the raindrops slid down his face.

After stuffing Xiao Miaoke into the taxi, he leaned against the wall as if collapsed, and the scene just now was deeply remembered in his mind.

It was obviously a building that was built a few years ago, why did it suddenly become an old dilapidated house, and what was the origin of the old man without feet.

What time and space is that, can this world lead to the ghost world?

Yes, if there is a soul, there must be ghosts.

So were ghosts doing those weird things before?

Zhou Ming felt nervous for the first time. A child eating fried chicken walked in front of him. The child passed in front of him, and the child looked towards him.

Zhou Ming looked at him strangely, the child suddenly shrank his head, ran forward with his fried chicken in his pocket, and called his mother in horror.

But it was pitch black in the distance, and there was nothing. Why did the child call mother?

Zhou Ming didn't dare to continue thinking, he turned his head and walked into the corridor, he was a little apprehensive, he was afraid that what he entered was not his own world, but the weird scene just now.

When he got to his door, he breathed a sigh of relief.

After he opened the room, the scene in front of him suddenly changed to the school.

He held the door of the class with his stiff hand, and the whole class looked over. Someone looked at him in surprise and asked, "Zhou Ming? Why did you come to school dressed like this?"

Zhou Ming took a deep breath, pinched himself, the pain was still there, which proved that it was not a dream, but why was he in this place?

Impossible, he obviously, obviously wants to go home.

He slammed the classroom door shut, then opened it again, and the scene changed to his own room again. He heard the TV in the living room beeping, but there was no one around.

He walked into the living room, and there was a table of hot meals on the table. Someone shouted from the bathroom: "Help..."

There was only one sentence, weak, hitting Zhou Ming's heart, he hurried to the bathroom, but there was no one in the bathroom, it was empty, just like Zhou Ming's mood at the moment.

Zhou Ming felt that his mind was about to lose consciousness. What was it? He was really dreaming, but he could feel the pain, which proved that it was not a dream.

This is not a dream, what is it?

He went back to the door, closed the door, then held the handle and opened the door carefully.

What caught his eye was not the previous house, but an empty classroom, which was extremely quiet. He heard the sound of flipping books, and Zhou Ming saw someone sitting on the seat, writing something with a pen.

The man heard the movement, looked up at Zhou Ming, and asked in surprise, "Senior Zhou Ming?"

Isn't that smiling person the character he's attacking - Lin Yu?