Rebirth is waiting for you to torture me

1. Chapter 1...

Han Qiubai was only six years old after his rebirth.

He locked himself in the bedroom and didn't step out of the room or say a word for ten days, which scared Han Qianze and his wife half to death, thinking that his son had suddenly become autistic after falling down the stairs and hitting his head. Several times I wanted to take Han Qiubai to the hospital for follow-up visits, but was silently rejected.

Her small body hugged her knees and curled up on the bed, exuding the indifference of being thousands of miles away from others.

If possible, Han Qiubai hoped that he would not wake up.

There are too many things that have happened, and all of them are entangled repeatedly in his memory, like an invisible net, weaving an invisible prison in his heart, binding him tightly inside. .

Perhaps, death is his best destination.

He didn't regret blocking the bullet for that person in the end. He hesitated at that moment, but his hesitation was not as good as the choice he made subconsciously. Thinking about it, it was ridiculous and sad.

He once hated that man so much that he wanted to peel his skin, cram his tendons, eat his flesh, and drink his blood.

He once dreamed of running away from that person, but in the end he blocked him to death.

How come ten years have passed, people have not left, and even their hearts have been lost.

His life was ruined by two people, one named Xiao Xun and the other named Xiao Jingliu.They are father and son, Xiao Xun is the son, Xiao Jingliu is the father, they are both perverted.

Because of them, he lost his favorite girlfriend, lost the faith on which he lived, suffered inhuman torture, lived like a bird in a cage, broke his wings, lost his freedom, and lived for ten years.

Thinking about it now, it seems like a dream rather than a world away, but it was just a joke.

As Xiao Jingliu wished, he was finally moved, but what about Xiao Jingliu, what did he do?

What did he let him see?

Thinking of that scene, the little man on the bed shrank his shoulders and circled himself even tighter.

It turned out that he didn't catch that person's eyes from beginning to end?

There was a burst of pain in his heart, and he closed his eyes, refusing to recall any more.

Forget it, what's the use of thinking so much?What is not his will never be his.

To die once is to be born again.

Whether he is willing or not, the blood of life is flowing continuously in his body, and real life is still going on. Since he is alive, and since time goes back, he must cherish it.

Life always goes on.

No one is inseparable from anyone.

He buried his head in his arms, covered his expression, and muttered to himself:

If possible, in this life after rebirth, he doesn't want to meet Xiao's father and son again.

Xiao Jingliu has a beautiful face, fair, feminine, delicate, as beautiful as a god, beyond words.

Anyone who looks at it at first glance will be amazed by his beauty.

How could there be such a good-looking man in the world, as if he walked out of a painting.

Too beautiful, but a little unreal, making people dare not approach easily.

The tall men who surrounded him in the alley looked at each other a few times, with the same hesitation in their eyes.

Such a weak person seemed to be able to slap him to death with a few slaps. How could he be the person they were looking for?Could it be a mistake?

The leader winked, and the man next to him immediately took a step forward and asked loudly, "Hey, boy, are you the one who abolished our young leader?"

The clear eyes were raised, cold, with a bit of sarcasm flashing, the beautiful man's voice was like a cold spring, although it was cold, it was still soft and sweet: "If you mean that eunuch, then it is."

"court death!"

The men with fierce faces yelled and rushed forward.

After confirming it, there is no need to doubt it anymore. It was this outrageously beautiful man in front of him who kicked and broke the roots of the descendants of their "Iron Armor Gang" young gang leader, and made them suffer from ridicule.

If you don't teach this kid a lesson today, show him some flair, how will the Armored Gang gain a foothold in the new city in the future!

"I don't know how to live or die." A faint sentence escaped from the delicate lips, cold and ruthless.

Xiao Jingliu's long eyes flickered slightly, and a trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes, and the murderous aura spread silently in an instant.

Han Qiubai did not expect to meet Xiao Jingliu under such circumstances after his rebirth.

He stood at the entrance of the alley, looking at the man who was approaching with elegant steps from far to near, he was suffocated, and felt as if his heartbeat was about to stop.

That person is Xiao Jingliu.

Feet, as if rooted, could not move.

When he saw this man again, he realized that he couldn't escape, even if he died.

Xiao Jingliu walked past him, just casually glanced sideways, glanced at him, and passed by.

It didn't stop for a second.

Han Qiubai's nervous hair stood on end, but when he walked over, his whole body seemed to be empty.

"Why..."

The corners of his lips moved, his soft childish voice was inaudible, and the blood on his small face faded away.

This person, who ruined everything about him, now walks past him so easily like a stranger who has nothing to do with him...

Those beautiful and clear pupils were cold and indifferent, without him...

He... doesn't know him...

The body action was one step ahead of the brain, and when Han Qiubai realized what he was doing, he had already turned around and ran up to catch up with the man, hugged the man's thigh from behind, and bit his small white teeth fiercely.

After knowing what he had done, he didn't regret it at all. He counted the new hatred and the old hatred together, and he clenched his mouth tightly as if he lost his mind. He also added two small hands, and the small fists pressed hard on the man. beat up.

asshole!hateful!Perverted bastard!

Why, why does this person mess up his world and take everything away from him, and now he doesn't know him face to face?

Then what is the ten years of crimes he has suffered!What was the bullet he took for him!And just now, when he recognized him from a distance, he left his parents and ran after him desperately, so what! !

Not reconciled!He is not reconciled!

He, Han Qiubai, is not a promotional product that is free to taste in the supermarket, he wants to eat it and leave without admitting it, Xiao Jingliu, how can there be such a cheap thing in the world!

"Aww!" Xiao Jing cried out in pain, turned his head and saw a little girl clinging on his leg to fight fiercely.

what is this?

A moment of dead silence flashed in his narrow and handsome eyes, and the next second, he raised his leg and kicked the little baby to the side of the road.

After Xiao Jingliu kicked the man, he wanted to turn around and leave, but he discovered something that he found very interesting, and a little curiosity arose in his always unhappy heart.

Doesn't seem like an ordinary child... no crying...

It must have been a heavy fall just now, right?He clearly heard a "bang", but the little guy didn't even make a sound, just covered the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth and glared at him fiercely, then frowned, and got up from the ground without saying a word , patted the dust on his body with his small hand, turned around, turned his back on him, and walked in the opposite direction.

...he was angry.

Not sure why.

"Hey kid, wait a minute!"

Like a ghost, the words just came out of my mouth.

Reason was too late to stop him, and his hand was faster than his brain. As soon as he stretched out his long arm, he grabbed the small schoolbag behind the angry little man and pulled him back.

The author has something to say: Dig a hole during the Mid-Autumn Festival, if you have love, ask for support~o(>_<)o~~~~

2. Chapter 2...

Han Qiubai couldn't break free from Xiao Jingliu's pull.

The difference in age and height between the two is too big. He was not Xiao Jingliu's opponent in a man's best years, let alone now?

A six-year-old child, physically weak and vulnerable, was easily picked up by the other party.

In the next second, he was thrown against the thick trunk of the roadside viewing tree by a huge force, and a long white and slender hand grabbed his neck coldly.

"You know me?" Xiao Jingliu narrowed his eyes.

Han Qiubai was dizzy for a while, and opened his eyes with effort, and saw that feminine and beautiful face, and the slight doubt on that face.

"Let... let me go." The blood vessels in his neck were blocked, the blood couldn't circulate normally, and his small face was already flushed with suffocation.

Xiao Jingliu looked at him for a few seconds, snorted coldly, let go of his five fingers, and let the little ghost in his hand slide down the tree trunk.

"Cough, cough..." After regaining his freedom, Han Qiubai immediately stroked his neck and coughed violently twice, panting, and took a deep breath of fresh air.

The little hand let go, leaving a dazzling red mark on the slender neck where it was pinched.

"Answer me." The cold voice indicated that the master's patience was exhausted.

"I don't know." After Han Qiubai came back slowly, he looked down at the ground, and the child's voice was very clear.

The person in front of him was not the one he knew, except that he had the same appearance, no, his appearance was also dozens of years younger than that person.

He has always felt that God is very kind to this pervert, no matter what time, this man looks many years younger than his actual age.It was then, and it is also this time.

As if he never gets old at all.

It's just that Han Qiubai knew very well in his heart that compared with now, this man will still be old after many years.

With a pain in his jaw, he was forced to look up at the man.

I have to admit that this man's natural condition makes people jealous, or that the Xiao family's genes are too high-quality, so even if the personalities are bad like Xiao Jingliu and Xiao Xun's father and son, they are impeccable in appearance.

Xiao Xun is also a handsome man.

I still remember that when we met at the beginning of the year, I was amazed for a moment in my heart.

The man seemed to be bathed in the sun's rays, his whole body exuded a dazzling brilliance, he raised his head to look at himself, stretched out a hand to put on his own, calmly