Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

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"never."

Maybe it was because the words were too solemn, or maybe it was between the simple four characters that I could hear the obsession that was heavier than life, Yan Yu's uneasy heart that had been raised in his throat since the beginning, unexpectedly It was laid down little by little.

She doesn't know what kind of relationship between the two of them is, he doesn't know what happened between them before, and he doesn't know why the other party's sudden departure, but in her heart, she has such an intuition.

Raising his eyes, the man not far to the right in front closed his eyes again. Looking from the side, his three-dimensional facial features under the light illuminated, highlighting his charming handsomeness.

This person... Maybe he really won't hurt Xiao Feifei at all.

Amidst the huge roar, the plane glides quickly on the long runway and takes off. Yan Yu, who is sitting by the window on the other side of the plane, is slightly dazzled by the huge roar. Instinctively, she throws Shaking her head, she threw the humming sound out of her head, and cast her gaze out of the window.

A piece of dark blue, with twinkling stars, the night close at hand is extraordinarily beautiful.

However, in the blink of an eye when this beautiful scenery lingered unreal, Yan Yu seemed to see a scene that shocked him extremely.

In the distance, the beautiful and dreamy sky is collapsing like a decaying giant wall, and the silent black hole seems to want to swallow the whole world.

The world...doomsday!

As soon as the words came out, Yan Yu's whole body trembled, and she sat up abruptly, almost reflexively, she fixedly looked there.

However, the sky is like ink, the stars are twinkling, and the whole world is still beautiful like a dream.

Yan Yu with a pale face swallowed a big mouthful of saliva, so... is that an illusion?

And just in front of her not far to the right, Duan Yaosi opened his eyes slightly, as if feeling something, he glanced at a certain sky, and his eyes disappeared in a flash.

time is limited.

240. Unspoken rules from the president 27 (end)

The golden sun poked out from the sky, scattered on the green grass, and the blooming roses in the fragrant garden were revealed in the morning light.

The fiery petals are layered on top of each other, and on the slightly rolled petals, you can still see the dewdrops from last night's frost on the petals from time to time.

As the morning glow falls, the hot fiery red under the golden envelope seems to be daubed with elegant brilliance, and the quiet and peaceful freshness is intertwined with a kind of tranquil enthusiasm.

Not far away, a medieval-style painter dressed as a gentleman is drawing on the drawing board with a brush.

However, at this very quiet moment, a voice broke the peaceful tranquility.

rustle--

The gentle footsteps on the grass sounded in my ears, and the rustling sound was accompanied by a rhythmic beat. It seemed that the steps on the heartstrings made the brush in the painter's hand stop and engrave the beautiful scenery on it. creation.

Seemingly curious, seemingly puzzled, the painter in front of the drawing board slowly turned around, and at the moment his pupils saw it, the brush in his hand fell down.

Not far away in the thorny flower garden, the slender figure floats in the midst of it. He is wearing a thin white shirt, which is loose and buttoned easily. His slender neck is as bright as fire, white as jade, surrounded by thorns In the green of the clothes, one can vaguely see the two straight long legs extending from the clothes.

The mist that hasn't completely dissipated hides the unreal phantom, and it's just a mirage dream from a distance.

He seems to be looking for the most beautiful touch in the nursery, his back is focused and absorbed, not far away, and there is such a look, staring at his back, obsessed and enthusiastic.

Finally, he found it.

With one hand in the bushes of thorns, he took off the bright color, and he turned around, exposing his beautiful face to the painter's slightly closed pupils.

Then, while slightly hooking the corners of his lips, he raised the hand that was holding the thorn rose tightly, and the bright red flowed down the green path, dripping onto the petals of the rose in front of him, silently exaggerating the blood-colored enchanting beauty. .

That blush-stained smile carried the most primitive fatal temptation, like an angel's complete self-degeneration incarnate as a devil after falling into hell.

As if bewitched, the painter lifted his steps, stared at that person with all his eyes, and approached slowly.

Finally, walking in front of the person, he raised the hands that had once outlined countless beautiful scenery, and gently supported it.

Kneeling on one knee, in the standard surrender etiquette, he closed his eyes and kissed the back of his hand tremblingly and obsessively.

At the moment when the back of his hand was kissed by the man, the strange color in Chu Jingran's eyes flashed away.

This scene is not in the script.

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