Unconventional Raiders [Quick Transmigration]

The sky was gray, mixed with gunpowder smoke and the disgusting smell of carrion, the floors everywhere were dilapidated, and there were piles of dead bodies and scattered limbs on the ground.

Qinglang stood still. This scene was still fresh in his memory. It was the last time he had a golden finger to perform a mission in the doomsday world, and it was also here that he was punished for causing the death of the capture target.

"Fu Boyan! He's dead, and the base won't let you put a corpse in there."

Behind Fu Boyan was a person who seemed to be asleep, and ignored the dissuasion of the people around him. His eyes were still and lifeless, as if his world had begun to collapse and crack inch by inch because of the death of that person.

"I'm not going back."

It took a long time for Fu Boyan to speak slowly. His voice was hoarse and unpleasant, but his tone seemed very calm. However, it was this calmness that should not have caused everyone to feel that the uneasiness in their hearts was gradually expanding.

Seeing this, Qing Lang felt as if his heart was choked with a stone, heavy. At that time, he really drifted away from the world with a casual attitude, and in the end he was directly killed by the zombies. He didn't expect Fu Boyan to react so strongly.

Qing Lang watched Fu Boyan turn around without looking back, and subconsciously followed him. After a few steps, he stopped. A long knife in his abdomen pierced his heart, and blood gushed out immediately.

The weather was cool, and the wind blew through Fu Boyan's broken hair. What should have been a pleasing picture was completely destroyed by his blood-red eyes when he turned his head.

"Brother Fu, don't blame me. Since you plan to leave the base, you won't be allowed to survive." The man held the handle of the knife and pulled out the long knife. He took a step back reflexively, his face pale.

What kind of eyes are those?

Desperate, collapsing, crazy, and even the whole eyes seemed to be soaked in blood, filled with a creepy and strange hostility. At that moment, everyone seemed to feel that they saw a desperate ghost, which was shocking but horrifying. feel sad.

"Alright, I want to accompany him too..." Fu Boyan fell to the ground with an unbelievably soft smile on his lips. He looked deeply at Qingming who had been dead for a long time, and closed his eyes as if relieved.

"Ah!" Qing Lang opened his eyes suddenly. The palpitations in his heart when he got up made him frown and shook his head. He no longer remembered the content of the dream, but since returning to his body, it seemed that once he fell asleep He will dream, and there is a kind of uneasiness in his heart that is amplifying.

"Have a nightmare?"

Qing Lang turned his head and saw Duan Liheng leaning on the sofa, holding a booklet in his hand and looking at it, his eyes were covered by bangs with his drooping head, only the corners of his mouth were raised in a constant curved arc, the sun was shining on him. His skin was almost transparent, and he raised his head to meet the sunny gaze, revealing gentle eyes.

"Duan Liheng!" Qing Lang immediately stood up, his appearance was obviously not from high school.

"Qing Qing, you must have seen it too. Shen Yan and the others used my mother to persecute me when I transferred to another school." Speaking of this part, Li Heng's eyelids drooped slightly, and the shadow hit his eyes, and he looked completely decadent, "My feelings for you... "

"No." Qing Lang interrupted Duan Liheng, he shook his head, the indifference between his brows was clearly visible, "You are not Duan Liheng, even if time passes, he will not become like you."

Duan Liheng just looked at Qingming, his lips were still curled up, but his taste gradually changed, becoming distorted and sinister. Suddenly, many strands of black hair protruded from his feet, flying towards Qingliang like ropes.

Qing Lang's heart skipped a beat, and just as she was about to step back, her feet were bound by her long hair, but in the blink of an eye, her hands and feet were bound and she couldn't move, and her whole body was lifted in the air in a large shape.

"Qing Lang, you don't even know how long I've been looking for you." Duan Liheng walked over and kissed Qing Lang's collarbone delicately, and even deliberately made ambiguous water-stained sounds.

"Who the hell are you?" Qinglang couldn't help trembling from the numbness coming from his collarbone. He moved his wrist, but his long hair seemed to be alive, and he felt his struggles entwine more forcefully.

"Close your eyes, and I'll tell you." Duan Liheng watched Qinglang's weak body struggling, his eyes were full of teasing.

Qing Lang only felt that the restraint from his wrist was getting heavier and heavier, as if his wrist would be broken in the next second. He just pursed his lips tightly when he heard Duan Liheng's words, and finally closed his eyes.

His lips were covered with wetness. Just as Qinglang was about to open his eyes, many strange images suddenly popped up in his head. His hair was instantly wet with cold sweat, and his heart was full of anger and humiliation. At that time, the inexplicable marks on his body had the answer, the perpetrator This is the person in front of him.

Qinglang opened her eyes, looked at the man who had changed, gritted her teeth and said angrily, "Fu Boyan——you are alive?"

Fu Boyan has pale skin and a handsome face. He is smiling and looking at Qingqing, "I am the protagonist, how could I die so easily?"

Qinglang was startled, only to see Fu Boyan reaching out to pinch his chin, his eyes were full of blood, and his voice was deep and cold.

"It was only at the moment when my life died that I discovered my feelings for you, and I also discovered that everything you did for me had a purpose."

"Ah—" Qing Lang couldn't help crying out in pain, Fu Boyan suddenly bit his neck tightly, a trace of blood spilled out, across the collarbone and into the collar.

"Does it hurt?" Fu Boyan's lips were stained with blood, and when he smiled, his brows and eyes fell into a kind of gorgeous magic barrier, "When you gave me everything and ruined everything for me, I was also in pain."

"I love you, so I'm going to catch you, I hate you, so I'm going to kill you—"

Fu Boyan raised a long knife in his hand, the emotion in his eyes faded, and he stabbed towards Qinglang with a movement of his hand.

Qing Qing, who was about to bear it, found that there was no severe pain as he had imagined. He felt liquid dripping on his face, and he opened his eyes suddenly, and he was stunned by everything in front of him.

Fu Boyan was also a little surprised. He watched Duan Liheng rush out to block Qinglang in an instant, and the blood that pierced deeply into his heart stained his school uniform red.

Duan Liheng stretched out his hand to hold the blade, took the long sword away while Fu Boyan was unprepared, and cut off the hair that bound Qinglang with all his strength.

"Let's go sunny!"

"Do you think you can save him?" Fu Boyan frowned slightly as soon as he took a step, looking at He Jiahao and Ning Bai who stood in front of him, "Are you going to rebel?"

"They have never been your subordinates..." Shen Yan, who was sitting on the sofa, sneered, glanced at Qingming, the temperature in his eyes reached freezing point, "Your biggest mistake was turning me into a ghost, I have never been with you similar."

Qing Lang sat on the ground and hugged Duan Liheng, tears came out of her eyes without warning as her eyelashes trembled slightly, dripping down on the dying face of the other party.

So heavy... the feeling of being protected by someone else with their life.

"Qing Lang, this is the last." A rare smile appeared on Duan Liheng's lips, his body gradually became transparent, he put the long knife in Qing Lang's hand, and whispered something in his ear, soon his soul disappeared like air air.

Qing Lang looked blank, moved his lips but couldn't say anything, just felt as if a hole had been punched in his heart, everything ran out of it, and only the cold wind was left to go straight in.

Qinglang opened his lips, and the blood spattered on the coldly glowing knife. He didn't even look at Fu Boyan's confrontation, and ran out of the room holding the knife handle.

Qinglang knew that Shen Yan and the others couldn't beat Fu Boyan, even if the opponent died, but the aura of the protagonist on his body still made him stronger than anyone else, he ran to the depths of the alley and leaned against the wall to pant, looking at the bloody hands knife.

The basic requirement for employees in the cross-travel department is that the other party must be one of the protagonists in the world, so the only one who can kill Fu Boyan is himself as the protagonist. After coughing for a long time, his face was flushed sickly.

Sunny couldn't help laughing, laughing until tears rolled down her face.

"It turns out... that's how I died."

Fu Boyan walked slowly on the street filled with gray mist. There were several wounds on his body, and the old smile faded from his painted face. As if he felt something, he looked towards the entrance of one of the alleys.

"Fu Boyan." Qing Lang cried out with a pale face, a bandage was tied around his neck, and he held a long blood-stained knife in his hand, with blood dripping from the tip of the knife from time to time.

"Qinglang, do you want to kill me?" Fu Boyan looked at Qinglang's hand holding the knife handle, with a distorted smile on his face, and he approached the latter, his eyes were even more crazy bloody.

"I'm dead, you can't hurt me."

"Death is not the end for you..." Qing Lang looked indifferent, not even frowning when she saw Fu Boyan looking crazy, "It's time for me to leave this world."

At this moment, the wind was blowing on Qing Qing's thin body, and the loose clothes were blowing with the wind, as if it really wanted to take him away.

"No...no! You're going to leave me and leave again." Fu Boyan recalled the past again. When he died, he knew that Qinglang's soul did not belong to this world. After tossing and turning, he finally found him, but now he was about to lose him again.

Fu Boyan flew towards Qinglang like a fly, and hugged him tightly to his chest, his voice was hoarse from exhaustion, "I won't force you, can you stay?"

Fu Boyan suddenly shook his body. He lowered his head to look at the long knife piercing from his back, and then raised his head in a daze. All he saw were clear and gentle eyebrows, "Why?"

Qing Lang had a gentle expression on his face. At this moment, he just felt happy and relieved. He took off the bandage on his neck to reveal the open wound, "Your goal has been achieved, I will kill me."

As a living person, Qinglang couldn't touch Fu Boyan at all, and could only be killed by becoming a ghost like him. Realizing this in the alley, Qinglang raised his long knife without hesitation, and cut his neck open with his own hands.

Qing Lang's face was pale, and Fu Boyan seemed to be whispering something in his ear, but he couldn't hear it anymore.

The obsession to live failed... Sunny fell into darkness along with his consciousness, and his soul gradually faded and disappeared without a trace.

"Qing Qing..." Fu Boyan stared blankly at Kong Kong's arms, his expression was empty, and finally he fell to the ground with his hands tightly grasping the position of his heart.

Can't hold it, can't hold it...

Heart, so cold, so empty.