The King of Rebirth in the End Times

The closer it was to the time when the meteorite landed in the center of Shanghai, as if he had smelled the familiar breath of death, the more ups and downs in Su Qinglan's heart, on the contrary, the more rational his brain became.

He stared at everything he saw with sadness and joy, but his footsteps did not stop for the surrounding things, and he could find the scene of the end of the world from his memory wherever he walked.

When the order was on the verge of collapse, Jiyi realized that the city was not far from chaos, and he silently followed Su Qinglan half a step behind him, not as relaxed and calm as a young man, holding his fingertips tightly on his weapon, ready to be on guard at any time Dangers hidden in the city.

Passing by the scene of a series of car accidents, the horrific screams of the dying people made their hearts numb, and the kind-hearted people who stood by were at a loss and didn't know how to help those people.Ji took a look at Su Qinglan's seemingly more indifferent expression. Obviously the other party's emotion was so sad, but his eyes seemed to be extremely cold covered by ice, making people look away unconsciously. .

Such a person... is easily misunderstood by people who don't understand.

He suddenly thought so strangely that although he was not familiar with the young man, after a few short contacts, he had a feeling that he was a habitual leader, but what kind of environment could cultivate such a young man? leader.Killing people without blinking an eye is nothing, but being able to remain calm in the face of natural and man-made disasters is not something ordinary people can do.

Sometimes being too sensible is not a good thing, at least in this environment it is easier for others to accept if you show a suitable expression.If a group of people are crying but you are calm as before, the end of being collectively rejected is completely predictable, and human beings are such a good at camouflage race.

"What are you thinking?"

Unknowingly, Jiyi spoke out his problem, his voice was so low, as if he was afraid of disturbing the young man.

"I'm thinking, if there is no apocalypse... what would the world be like, and what would I be like."

When I walked to the front, I found that there was a traffic jam on the street. Su Qinglan, who had been delayed for some time, frowned slightly, but she couldn't feel any anger in her heart.Hearing Ji Yi's question, he suddenly smiled, and found a scene in the depths of his memory that was similar to the present scene, the difference was... he had asked him this question in Shanghai too.

"And you, what are you thinking?"

Su Qinglan stepped over a car tire blocking the road, and led Ji Yi to another road that could barely pass, he asked indifferently.

"I was thinking, you who know so many things... who the hell are you?"

"I am just a lucky person living in this world

......"

The young man's eyes were so complicated that Ji Yi couldn't understand it, as if everything was entangled in it, and the voice in his ear became indistinct, as if it had been blown away by a gust of wind just blowing.

undead...

It is not that no one is used to wandering between life and death in this era, but people who have not experienced the end of the world... how can they experience the despair that the whole world becomes a purgatory on earth in an instant.Being alive is a kind of luck, and even death cannot be relieved, because for people infected with the zombie virus, this is the beginning of a horror.

Su Qinglan's splendor in the second half of his life was formed by the accumulation of killings in the last days, just like the guests who drank the last glass of wine at the grand feast of death, waiting for the moment when despair collapsed.His heart died in the final destruction, and fell into the abyss of death with those people who were also buried in the meteorite, but his soul came before the end of the world by coincidence.

It's not that if you don't think about people, you should live a good life. Hope is always waiting for people to catch you. In the three days after rebirth, it is enough for him to understand that all these things belong to his young self.Su Qinglan's mother died before the apocalypse, and his father died at...his own hands, not the healthy father Fang Qi. The crime of killing his father with his own hands was Su Qinglan's nightmare.

Fang Qinglan didn't commit anything, and he didn't need to bear it. The self named Su Qinglan was derailed from the past at the moment of rebirth, and all he could fight for and have was nothing more than It seems to be a companion I knew in the last days.At the beginning and the end, the people who accompanied me did not persist in the destruction.

Jiyi's eyes flickered slightly, as if he had grasped the key points of the other party's words. This young man really had a secret that no one knew about. It was unbelievable that a young master from a rich family could become like this.

The gray sky was dyed with orange sun rays, which seemed to wash away the shadows of the whole world in an instant, even though the sunlight was so stinging on the skin, people living in the last days finally saw the sun after 32 years reappears.

Unfortunately, what it brought no longer was hope and light, and what appeared from the sky in the next second... shattered everyone's nostalgia.

Sitting exhausted on the armchair, the blond man barely supported his body, his pupils stared at a certain place in the void, as if he could see everything in the outside world just like that.For him who possesses rare psychic powers, this is indeed the case. In his mind, there is always an ultra-micro panorama that is difficult for ordinary people to understand.

In order to gather everyone's spiritual power to resist the meteorite fragments, Cyril has been accepting everyone's mental thinking fluctuations without sleep. The brain is like ten thousand bees flying around every moment, and it is almost impossible to concentrate on what belongs to him. the spirit of.It is unimaginable perseverance to be able to protect the entire city rationally under such circumstances.

The mental power to defend against the outside world was weakened little by little, and on the verge of physical collapse, Cyril regained consciousness like a flash of light.Sitting there motionless, Cyril felt the people who were forcibly squeezed out of their spiritual power and died, felt his own life counting down, and clearly knew that everything was irreversible...

The blond man's lips parted silently, and after a while, he realized that some transparent liquid flowed down from his cheeks, hitting the back of his hand drop by drop.

"Sorry……"

Why did he say sorry, why did he feel so guilty, for the sake of this, who on earth did he feel sorry for...

Immersed in memories that did not belong to him, Cyril stared blankly at the development of these things. The thrilling destruction when the meteorite landed was nothing compared to the last broken murmur of the blond man in his mind.Whether it's for the whole power or that strange oriental man, he never knew that he would have such strong feelings.

Thirty-two years passed before his eyes with blood and darkness, and the desolation exuded made Cyril feel that he could hardly breathe, and then under tremendous psychological pressure, he woke up from the half-awake, half-sleep trance come over.

"Sir, why did you suddenly pass out? Now there is a lack of medical equipment testing here, and the family doctor can't accurately determine the cause."

The old housekeeper heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the blond man who was innocently comatose until now woke up, and the excitement in his eyes gradually calmed down. When he saw Cyril collapsed earlier, his heart seemed to stop in fright. Fortunately, the head of the family didn't seem to have much trouble.The intimacy between the words was just right, neither far nor close, and the old man who had regained his butler attitude asked the other party worriedly.

"Give me a break, by the way... where is Mr. Brown now?"

Taking a deep breath, the feeling of being about to die in the future memory still remained in his mind, Cyril stroked his forehead with a splitting headache, his temples kept beating, echoing his rapid heartbeat.He knew that his face must be ugly, so that the old housekeeper showed worry and concern, Cyril asked with a little confusion in his mind.

"He is in the underground air-raid shelter and said that he will come to you after he wakes up."

After explaining what happened after the man fell into a coma, the old housekeeper looked at the man's unwell appearance, said goodbye very intimately, and went to the kitchen to tell the servants to prepare Italian appetizers.

When there was no one in the room, in case there was a surveillance camera installed here, Cyril had to close his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. He needed to communicate with the guy who suddenly appeared. This was the first time he encountered such a bizarre thing. arrive.

Will the future meet the past...

"Why leak the knowledge of the future! Are you trying to harm me?"

Cyril clenched his fists, remembering the invitation from the head of the intelligence agency, he felt hematemesis for his exposure, if he could get the memory of the future without being known by others, it would bring him What kind of benefits and value come, and even a higher status can be achieved according to this memory 32 years later.

"If you still want to get that person, why do you do such a thing that hinders me!"

"What are you talking about, my past me..."

The more mature blond man in his mind stood in the void, and when he heard this sentence, he casually chuckled, his incomparable arrogance and indifference, just the expression between his eyebrows and his lips, revealed that Ciri The clank and iron bones that I still lack now seem to be as calm as a Wang Qingquan, but the deep hostility and tyranny constitute the unique essence of the strong in the last days.

There is an indescribable beauty in every gesture, with a bloody and dangerous atmosphere in her elegance, her green eyes are condensed, and she can't see the slightest trust in her past self. Similarly, Cyril seems to be facing this situation. My future self...doesn't have any trust at all.

No matter in the past or in the future, they are suspicious and vigilant people. Cyril, who understands his bad character, will believe that the other party has a ghost.

"Why do I want to harm you...and why, I want to help you?"

More like a direct statement without any emotion than sarcasm, the king who died in the end of the world 32 years later said indifferently.In Xi Ruier's eyes, the blond and handsome young man seemed to have lost something of ordinary people, which made him so indifferent to other people's opinions.

The blue eyes are as pure as the emperor's emeralds. If you compare Cyril's eyes now, you will find that the other party's eyes are so clear that they don't look like a living thing. They reflect the outside world like a mirror, thus perfectly Hid all my thoughts.Invisibly, there was a kind of pressure that even Cyril felt heavy.

"Don't think that I let you know that the memory is for you, I just don't want to see more people die in vain, and it's not up to you to intervene in Alan's affairs..."

The chill in his eyes flashed, and in front of his past self, his smile was still normal, but the words that came out of his mouth were full of sarcasm.

"You've made it clear to me! The feelings in my memory don't belong to you!"

"Hmph, if you remember that we are the same person, can't I like the things you like?"

Keenly noticed a rare flaw, Cyril, who was at a disadvantage in the confrontation, smiled playfully, no one exists without weaknesses, including myself who has always been conceited.If the future self is still in the apocalypse, naturally no one can threaten Xi Ruier with Su Qinglan, but the current situation is not certain.