Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

A porcelain bowl, holding a spoon in one hand, scooping up the milky chicken soup in the soup pot.

Following his movements, thick steam with fresh fragrance rippled over the porcelain bowl, and the moist mist filled his entire eyes.

"I feel so happy, because... this is the first time Weiwei served me soup." The soft whisper was full of memories and tenderness of a man.

As the voice came to his ears, Chu Jingran shook his hands, half of the soup that had been scooped up in the spoon in the air was spilled.

The soup splashed and fell onto the back of his hand. While the scalding pain made him frowned, he almost wanted to reflexively drop the spoon in his hand, but before he could move, the spoon was thrown by his side. The man snatched it and put it in the soup pot.

"Where is it hot?" Although the man's words were unabashedly eager, the movements of his hands were very light, and he was worried that if he was not careful, he would hurt the treasure in his palm again.

"No...it's okay." As he said that, Chu Jingran withdrew his hand in a panic, he didn't dare to accept the other party's little favor, otherwise, he was afraid that he really wouldn't be able to do it.

Sensing the palm being pulled away from his palm, Feng Ze's expression was slightly lonely, but before he could think about it, he felt the soup being delivered in front of him.

"This...this...for...for you."

Following the soup bowl passed up, he saw Chu Jingran with an extremely unnatural expression.

Feng Ze didn't speak, but just looked at the young man in front of him steadfastly, his affectionate eyes seemed to want to imprint the life in front of him into his soul, into the deepest part of his memory.

Facing this gaze that seemed to burn his soul, Chu Jingran became flustered. In his heart, he had an intuition that the man might already know his purpose.

own... purpose.

The palm of his hand trembled slightly, but the soup bowl in his hand was taken by the man before half a drop of the soup dripped down.

Looking at the soup in the bowl, Feng Ze showed a smile on his face, and he said: "As long as it is given by you, I will accept it."

Even if he knew it was a hell beyond redemption.

The moment the man said this, Chu Jingran raised his eyes suddenly, those beautiful fox eyes opened wide uncontrollably, he really... knew.

In the next second, at the moment when the man put the spoon into his mouth, without any time to think about it, Chu Jingran reached out and slapped the porcelain bowl away from the man's hand.

Snapped--! ! !

In the silent dining room, the sound of porcelain bowls breaking on the ground could be heard clearly. At the dining table, Chu Jingran looked at the mess on the ground with a pale face, and said with trembling lips, "Are you... are you crazy?"

Knowing that I drugged it, you still drink it.

Looking down, Feng Ze looked at the mess on the ground and the spoon in the lonely shadow in his right hand, and suddenly raised his lips into a smile.

Immediately afterwards, the man raised his head and said solemnly, "Because, I believe in my tail."

I believe that even if you don’t have all the memories of the past, you won’t just watch me die like this. I believe that even if you are bewitched, you will stop at the last moment, because you are my tail, that A kind-hearted little fox.

Chu Jingran, who was hit by the soft spot with a short sentence, stood up a little helplessly. He didn't really dare to stay with this man any longer, because his heart would be disturbed, he would panic, and he would even be afraid because of Shaken by his words.

He wants to leave, he doesn't want to complete any tasks, he doesn't want to see this person, he doesn't want to.

Before he could come and say the words to leave, one of them accidentally tripped over the foot of the table in a panic, the other lost his balance, and the whole person staggered and almost fell.

Feng Ze's face was startled, "Weiwei!"

However, just as Feng Ze got up, he slumped straight back to his original position.

At this moment, his dizzy brain seemed to be silently describing the scene that he was least willing to face and believe.

Perhaps, the bet was lost.

Stabilizing his figure, Chu Jingran turned his head and saw the movement of the man's hand holding his head and the swaying figure, his exquisite facial features showed a little confusion, he clearly just put the medicine in the soup, how could it be...

At this moment, the door of the closed house was suddenly pushed open from the outside. Facing the brilliant sunset, a familiar figure appeared in the eyes of the two who raised their heads at the same time, followed by the man behind him. Armed soldiers.

Xu Qingyu walked in step by step. He raised his beautiful eyes and said softly, "Thank you, my little guy."

The moment the words fell, Chu Jingran felt panic and confusion that he had never felt before, almost reflexively, he suddenly turned his head to the side and looked at Feng Ze by the dining table.

Different from the familiar love, no regrets, gentleness, and doting, those eyes that he could almost copy were filled with countless emotions that made his heart tremble.

Self-mockery, sadness, disappointment, betrayal... It's like a castle that has been accumulated with endless care is toppled overnight.

At that moment, the whole world was completely shattered.

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