The Son of the Cthulhu must be saved [Quick Transmigration]

Ruan Mobei's pupils shrank sharply.

He immediately held his breath, jumped up from the ground and got away from the area where the spores were rapidly spreading.

Maybe he has inhaled some, Ruan Mobei doesn't know.He vigorously wiped off the broken mushroom tissue and mucus on his hands on the tree trunk, waved his hands vigorously to He Songming who was about to come over, and made a big fork in front of his chest.

He Songming understood what he meant, and at the same time saw the purple spore mist spreading not far from Ruan Mobei's feet. He stopped, stepped back with a solemn expression, and stretched out his hand to Ruan Mobei.

Ruan Mobei only knows that eating poisonous mushrooms will cause poisoning, but he has never heard that there will be reactions even if he touches them, but the rules in reality may not apply to this already mutated world.After the stickiness passed, the palm of his palm quickly became hot, painful and itchy, and a large area was red.

He quickly ran to He Songming, finally dared to breathe, took a deep breath and quickly said, "Go to a place with water, I may be poisoned, I must wash these things off quickly!"

He Songming seemed to understand what he said, and immediately grabbed Ruan Mobei's wrist and ran towards the nearest water source.

Perhaps the strenuous exercise accelerated the blood flow, and the toxin was carried to the whole body faster. Within 5 minutes, Ruan Mobei felt dizzy before his eyes, his whole body became hot, and it became difficult to breathe.

And the source of the water he was looking forward to was still unknown.

The figure of He Songming in front of him became unreal, his legs were so soft that he didn't look like his own, and his body became more and more uncontrollable.

The world was spinning and the world was turned upside down. When he saw the sky divided into pieces by the lush leaves, Ruan Mobei realized that he had fallen to the ground.

Sweat dripped from his forehead, tears poured from his glands, he was cold, but his body was heating up, and a blue-green light appeared in front of his eyes, covering He Songming's face, like the aurora in the extreme north.

so beautiful……

Ruan Mobei stretched out his hand to touch, but the noisy voice lingered in his ears.

█████, ██

The world fell from the dome, whirled and fell, and fell into the deep, dead darkness little by little.

"..."

"Ruan - Mo - Bei -"

"Ruan Mobei!"

Hearing comes back first, then sight.

Purple, green, and red light sprinkled on his face, and flickered away again.

Ruan Mobei opened his eyes with difficulty, and a man whose face could not be seen clearly was in front of him, with one hand on his shoulder, and asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

The sense of smell was long overdue, and Ruan Mobei smelled the smell of alcohol and fruit juice. In the dim ktv box, the lights kept flickering, and someone was singing Wu Bai's song.

"I'm fine." He heard himself say this, his body was uncontrollable, and he reached for the wine bottle on the table.

"Stop drinking." A hand pressed his hand in the air, and the voice was so familiar.

Ruan Mobei turned his head to look, and He Songming was beside him, frowning slightly, looking at him who was drunk.

He Songming was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt, and his exposed arms were strong, exuding the unique vitality of a young man.

.

Ruan Mobei looked around, everyone's faces were not very clear, only He Songming could see clearly, as if his eyes had turned on the background blur effect, and the boy was the focus of his lens.

It was the night he graduated from high school.

"I want to drink." He heard himself say with a smile, "I don't usually have a chance, so I finally let go to play tonight."

"Okay." He Songming let go of his hand, "Then I'll take you back later."

Ruan Mobei picked up the wine bottle, took a big gulp mouth to mouth, and handed the bottle to He Songming's mouth, "Don't you want to drink?"

He Songming stared at him for a few seconds, opened his lips to cover the mouth of the bottle, held the flat bottom in one hand, and just took a sip of his hand, "I have to take you home, you can't drink too much."

His face was very hot, and he drank bottle after bottle of wine amidst the beating of drums that almost made his internal organs tremble. He Songming was watching him from the side, and didn't talk much to other students.

He is always quiet.Ruan Mobei knew that in the eyes of many students, He Songming was a high-altitude flower with a dignified temperament. He was very kind to everyone, the kind who was polite, plain, and could not find a single fault.

If it wasn't for Ruan Mobei to build a bridge, not many people would take the initiative to play with He Songming.

Therefore, many people envied Ruan Mobei, but Ruan Mobei himself didn't feel anything. In his eyes, He Songming was a very easy-going person.

Playing wildly with his classmates until late at night, Ruan Mobei got very drunk. This was the first time in his life that he was truly drunk.When he was carried out of the ktv by He Songming, he almost forgot how to speak.

The figures of the students disappeared into the feasting and feasting, as if they had never existed.

He Songming shoved him into the taxi, sat in the back seat himself, and reported the address.

The car started, and the surrounding scenery turned into a chaotic spot of light as the speed increased, and Ruan Mobei's consciousness was blurred, drifting away from himself in this dream—is this a dream?What else would it be?

He felt He Songming leaning his head on his shoulder, felt He Songming's hand gently wrapping around his waist, and heard He Songming's soft voice coaxing him that he would be home soon.

They returned home, He Songming's home, with red walls, green ceiling, blue coffee table, black picture frame, purple door, and yellow sofa, rotating and interlacing.

The huge but empty house, without the slightest smell of fireworks, makes people wonder whether there are really people living here.

Rabbits, snakes, pheasants, birds.They walk on the ceiling.

In the confusion, Ruan Mobei felt that He Songming carefully placed him under the bed, put on his clothes and shoes, poured out the hangover soup, and sprinkled it with a spoon little by little at two o'clock in the morning.

He Songming drew the curtains, and the night light was blocked, leaving only a moon with ambiguous light.

.The eyes are so beautiful that there is only a bright moon

Ruan Mobei never remembered these things.

He had an impression on the night of the graduation ceremony, he was drunk for the first time, so he had a deep impression, but he was drunk, and he didn't remember exactly what happened.

Are these vague feelings now his memories buried in his subconscious?

He sweated a lot, his body was very hot, there was a cool liquid flowing over his skin, his breathing was difficult, as if something was blocking the airway, his stomach was overwhelmed, he vomited several times, everything was cleaned up, his mouth was wiped clean side.

However, he felt unprecedentedly intense joy, never been so excited before, as if he wanted to tear through the blurred fog in front of his eyes, smash everything that imprisoned him, so that his body bounced and twitched uncontrollably.

A pair of hands pressed him hard, holding him tightly in his arms.

I don't know how long it took, the almost crazy color slowly faded from the eyes, all the logical errors were forcibly corrected, and after the joy and carnival dissipated, leaving a slumped embers.

The rabbit ran past him, brushing the tip of his nose with its fluffy tail, shouting who killed me and who I killed.

Who knows.

There was a sniffling sound in my ear, and someone was crying.

Why... cry?

In the dark abyss, Ruan Mobei struggled to open his eyes.

He Songming was hugging him, tears streaming down his face, hot.

The last afterglow of the sun illuminates the cave, and the moon quietly appears on the edge of the forest.

full moon.

In a trance, Ruan Mobei seemed to see that that night, He Songming was kneeling beside the bed, with unspeakable grief in his eyebrows.

The shadows extend from underfoot, climb up the walls and ceilings, spread out endlessly along the window cracks, flooding the streetlights, the ground, the buildings and the sky.

The boy lowered his head, almost piously, and kissed lightly on the back of his hand.

Please ████ me.