The self-salvation of fast-piercing cannon fodder

"Brother, brother, do you want to live?"

Qiming suddenly heard a soft voice ringing in his ear.

"Do not want to."

Qiming replied without the slightest hesitation.How could he commit suicide if he wanted to live? The person who asked him this question must be a fool.

The corner of the mouth of someone called a fool twitched violently, and he also felt that he had asked a mentally retarded question.He paused in his heart, and then said softly: "Does that brother want Shen Xing to live?"

Hearing that voice again, Qiming was even more sure that the speaker was mentally retarded.Qiming didn't bother to talk to him, thinking to himself: Shouldn't he be burned to death in such a big fire?Why can I still hear a mentally retarded chattering in my ears?

Don't be angry, don't be angry, this person has never seen the world, and he doesn't have the same knowledge as him. Mmp, being scolded as mentally retarded, a person with a temper will get angry, okay?

Unavoidably being pissed off by Qiming, he waved Qiming's soul back to his own space.

After feeling dazed for a while, Qiming opened his eyes in a daze. The ignorance in his eyes made him very cute. Coupled with his delicate facial features, he was so cute.Instantly captured a certain nympho standing opposite him, completely forgetting that someone had pissed him off just now.

Qiming looked at his body and was shocked to find that he was intact.But he quickly came back to his senses and looked around. It was a white room, not big, about thirty square meters.On the left side of the room is a single bed covered with a quilt with a sky-blue starry sky pattern, and a desk is placed at the head of the bed with some books neatly placed on it.In the middle of the room, there is a round metal-colored vertical cabinet, about one meter high, with a tablet computer on it.

Just as Qiming was observing the environment here, he suddenly felt someone hugging his thigh.He lowered his head and saw a five or six-year-old baby hugging his thigh, his eyes were shining, and the corners of his mouth were still drooling.

Qiming frowned, and stretched out his hand to pull the little baby's arm, but no matter how much strength he exerted, the little baby didn't move at all.

Qiming's eyes flickered, and he said coldly, "Let go."

A certain nympho, suddenly aware of the danger, quickly jumped to a corner of the room, looked at Qiming vigilantly, and said weakly: "Hey, I'm still a child, what do you think, what do you want to do?" ?”

Seeing the watermark on his pants flashing away, and looking at the distance that the little baby jumped just now, Qiming's bright eyes became more suspicious, "Who are you? Where is this? What's the purpose of you bringing me here?"

"This is my space. My name is cutie, don't you think I'm cute?" Cutie blinked her eyes artificially, with a look of begging for praise.

Qiming squeezed his forehead, suppressed his impatience, and said, "You said this is your space, so why did you bring me here?"

From the moment Qiming realized that he didn't have any burns on his body, he had already determined that the five or six-year-old baby in front of him was not as harmless as it seemed.For me who has nothing, Qiming really can't figure out what the other party's purpose is for bringing him here. If he can't figure it out, he just asks directly. Anyway, he is not even afraid of death, so he has nothing to be afraid of.

Didn't get the expected compliment, the cutie's beautiful face wrinkled into a bun, and said aggrievedly: "I don't even praise others, my brother really hates it!"

Qiming folded his arms around his chest, watching him perform on his own with cool eyes.

Little cutie saw that Qiming was still indifferent to his cuteness, so she could only droop her head and say: "Well, brother, you are really not cute. In fact, brother, you are already dead, you died in that fire. Now you are just a soul and a body." .”

Seeing that Qiming was listening to his own words, still just standing there indifferently, not even changing his expression, Little Cutie couldn't help feeling a sense of frustration in his heart.Hearing such unimaginable things, everyone will feel fear, surprise, or can't accept it. How come this one in front of him has no mood swings at all.

"Brother, would you believe me if I said I could bring Shen Xing back to life?" Xiao Kei looked at Qiming's expression expectantly, hoping to see other expressions on his face besides indifference.

"Ah."

"Um,,,,,,"

Such an unbelievable thing, in exchange for an 'huh'?

"Why do you want to be resurrected? With his disease, even if he doesn't commit suicide, he won't live long. Instead of letting him live in such pain, it's better to die."

Qiming lowered his head, his long eyelashes cast shadows on his white eyelids, his clear voice seemed to be speaking to him, but in fact Qiming was speaking to himself, his bright eyes dimmed inch by inch, until death.

Seeing Qiming shrouded in death, the little cutie felt distressed for no reason, and quickly said, "Brother, I can bring him back to life, and naturally he can also cure his illness, as long as you are willing!"

"condition?"

There was a gleam of light in Qiming's dead eyes, Shen Xing was the only person he cared about in this world, and besides his biological parents, the only person who gave him warmth, he hoped that Shen Xing could live a good life, even if it was not so satisfactory.

The little cutie was startled, and then said: "The condition is that you help me complete the task."

"What task?" Qiming's voice was still clear and calm, without any emotional ups and downs, as if all these things had nothing to do with him.

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