Not a big brother for many years [Quick Transmigration]

It was only at this moment that Les Farah suddenly understood what pain was.

Now he can clearly feel that the people he values ​​are leaving him little by little, and maybe one day he will suddenly lose his breath, until his body will become an unrecognizable bone in the decaying day by day.

Just thinking about Les Farah in such a picture makes him feel unbearable pain, but even so, he still fantasizes like masochistic, what would he do if Zhong Huan lost his breath?

If Zhong Huan died, how would he continue to live if he was still alive with a healthy body?

Such questions appeared in his ears again and again, tormenting him constantly, and all Les Farah could do was desperately looking for a doctor who could treat the disease.

However, in such a chaotic world, formal medical information does not exist at all. Les Farah can only watch Zhong Huan's body gradually decline. Turned into a skinny state.

Maybe beauty can still be with him, but the pure beauty of the coexistence of angels and demons will never exist, but even so, Les Farah is still obsessed with Zhong Huan.

He was even thinking about whether to use some legendary, but actually useless witchcraft to prolong Zhong Huan's life, such as sacrificing others, or drinking other people's heart blood for Zhong Huan.

But smart, he understands better than anyone else that there is absolutely no possibility of those possessing special powers.

Let's not talk about how many people died in front of him, and how many people contained great hatred before they died, but simply talk about Lisa Nehemiah's performance before her death, Les Farah You know, before she died, that woman absolutely hated everyone in this world except Heller Sommerfeld.

Obviously, feelings are not something with power, and it is impossible for another person to survive in such a bad world by relying on love.

Zhong Huan coughed while lying on the hospital bed. He didn't feel any pain, but held a handkerchief expressionlessly, and wiped the blood from his mouth.

He even found it amused to watch Les Farah's pained expression.

After all, it is almost impossible for patients with emotional deficiency disorder to feel the feelings they want to feel.

The lack of emotion and the weakness of emotion are two different things. The latter can still feel part of the emotion, while the former is only unable to feel any emotion due to congenital physical pathology, but Les Farah was able to obtain false in hypnosis. It made him unable to bear the intoxicated emotion.

Right now, he actually felt the pain.

If it wasn't for this coincidence, Zhong Huan felt that it was really possible for him to fail the mission.

But since he has such a coincidence, he will not choose to let it go.

Zhong Huan will only use more methods to torture him, no matter whether he has pushed himself to a high position and made himself the king of a country, even the concept of a miracle exists in the hearts of the people of this country.

"The more painful you are, the more amusing I am."

"A person who has never felt emotions will only feel the slightest ups and downs of emotions from the process of torturing other people's bodies, and mistakenly think that they are emotions, and recognize false emotions as emotional you in hypnosis, Now that you feel the exact pain, you should be thankful, right?"

Zhong Huan looked at his palm, which was so slender that he could see the bones, and continued with his eyes unchanged, "I can feel that I am getting closer and closer to death every moment. His sickle cut through his neck little by little."

"Do you understand?"

This question is actually meaningless. If Les Farah didn't understand, it would be impossible to show such a painful expression.

How clearly he feels the existence of emotions is how clearly he proves that he is also a living person, and when a living person is facing pain, he wants to avoid the idea of ​​avoiding, and he has been roaring violently in his heart, but he There is no way.

Les Farah couldn't prevent a man from dying, not even if he made that man a god.

The light that represents faith disappears bit by bit in front of me. It is simply better than some particularly sensitive human beings who always empathize with all things. When facing the setting sun and the darkness gradually covering the earth, they can feel what is emptiness. Lonely.

And those who face the setting sun will still have a clear message in their hearts, that is, the rising sun will rise again one day, but the extinguished light of faith, if completely extinguished, will no longer exist.

"If... If I could bear this pain instead of you..."

Zhong Huan just stared at him. In his dark eyes, no trace of extraneous emotion could linger in his eyes, which were as quiet as the eternal starry sky.

"That's still unnecessary."

"Your so-called my pain is nothing to me. If it appears on your body, you will not care. Only when it appears on my body will it make you feel real pain. Have you ever seen your expression now? That's really interesting."

At least it was the first time he saw a patient with emotional deficit disorder, who could show a painful expression with affection in his eyes.

It was a miracle.

The current appearance of Les Farah is more like a miracle than the existence of the Principality of Mirek.

"I will die, and I will die after my lifespan is exhausted like all human beings, but I don't regret that I can't see your expression of extreme pain after I die, because now I can imagine it, maybe my imagination is better than the reality. It's better to look at, at least I'm well aware of how contorted that face can become when a person is in a crazy situation."

The person who could make Les Farah feel the pain all the time fell into a long-term coma. No matter which country he invited the doctor from, the final diagnosis conclusion was to prepare for the funeral.

Les Farah couldn't accept it, but even so, he could only choose to face the fact that no one in this world would not turn around without leaving the planet.

It's just that for Les Farah, after trying the good taste of emotion, he can't accept that he continues to face this world that can't bring him any emotional ups and downs.

Is there any point in living?Absolutely not.What's the point of dying?It doesn't matter to him either.But when he had feelings, he really couldn't accept Zhong Huan's death.

But no matter what he did, no matter how many threats he made, even telling himself that he must use all kinds of vicious means to kill those slaves, there was still no way to stop Zhong Huan's body from continuing to decline.

And when the body fell into a long-term coma, Zhong Huan and the system would discuss with the system while watching the stories obtained from other worlds, "How can we go to more and more interesting worlds."

The system said carefully, "What is your definition of so-called interesting?"

“It would be interesting to have a world like Les Farrah, who is an anaffected person like Les Farrah, who never realizes what a heinous thing he has done, and who is punished, and who, I’m sure, I have definitely rarely been to the world."

Zhong Huan didn't really want to, he always went to those worlds he had been to.

Even if those worlds were to be part of his icing on the cake, he wasn't too happy to accept them.

A world has two selves, even if they are in different periods, when different identities appear together, there will always be logical bugs, and it is very meaningless to pretend and cover up.

Especially after the system has the ability to take his soul out of the body and put it into someone else's body.

This is magic!

But the system complained silently in its heart, you really think too much.

Whether it is the memories of the worlds you have kept in your memory, or the memories that have gradually disappeared from the sea of ​​memories, it is enough for the system to understand that his journey is really long and shocking.

The system sniffed at the non-existent nose, "I can't guarantee it, I can only say try my best."

Only when you really enter a world can you fully understand the information of that world.

Zhong Huan nodded, sometimes he was even more unwilling to recall the past information in his memory.

I always feel that it's all black history...

Going through the black history of the past in person is indeed something that makes people feel ashamed and unbearable.

When the body lying on the bed opened its eyes again, both the person lying on the bed and the man standing beside the bed knew that this was probably the last time he opened his eyes.

Just like a person's mental state is always good when he is dying, Zhong Huan also couldn't control himself and said a lot of things instinctively.

For example, "A long time ago, I was planning what kind of means to use to make you feel pain, whether it was physical torture or everything you wanted was taken away, everything you cherished was destroyed, but later I just realized that you are emotionally deficient, and you ruined a lot of my tenderness at that time, how did you say that sentence?"

"Your lack of attention to detail has ruined too much of my tenderness."

Is it like this, Zhong Huan himself is a little strange, but these remarks are only telling Les Farah, "All your pain now is taken for granted in my opinion, and I even feel that it is not enough, so I decided to give it a try. Before you die, add bricks and tiles to your pain again, are you moved?"

"Well, judging by your face, I guess you won't be moved."

Zhong Huan looked at his dark, pained face occasionally flashing past, only felt that he deserved it, and even had a trace of happiness in his heart.

I'm finally leaving this world.

God knows how awkward this kind of inexplicable lying life made him feel.

Zhong Huan's self-awareness has always been: without the attractive appearance and skill, just be a chic and free self honestly.

"My appearance after death should be very unattractive. After all the long-term pain and torture, my facial features are no longer human-like. Speaking of which, I am still very curious. Those who are so thin and ugly in novels and stories can still The protagonist with a beautiful face, is it true that all the remaining flesh of the body is on the face?"

Zhong Huan was rambling on, but it was obvious that Les Farah had not yet reached the point of extreme pain.

So he was full of malice, and said an even more stinging speech.