I walk the career line in dog blood

"If I had known, I would have eaten a spicy pot meal today." An Yinong fell to the ground, thinking in a daze.

There was a lot of blood on the ground, gushing out from his lungs, some gushing out, and some getting stuck in the airway. It was as painful as drowning, and even the breath he spit out had a bloody smell.

She has been beautiful for a lifetime, but she is so hideous when she is about to die, what should I do?

The knife stabbed the lung, and the artery connected to the heart ruptured. He seemed to be able to 'hear' the whine of the heart desperately trying to save the body, but was drowned ruthlessly by the blood.

He couldn't survive, and even if he was sent to an ambulance immediately, it would be too late.

"The feeling of blood flowing out of the body slowly, it's really cold."

"You stand too high, I can't catch you." The legs were hugged, the intruder laughed ferociously, cried sadly, and his whole body was distorted, "Please look at me, look back at me Take a look, I have loved you for more than ten years!"

An Yinong has been deaf for seven or eight years, but he can speak with lips. He understood the murderer's words, and showed an extremely indifferent smile on his face.

"You will belong to me from now on, and I will engrave your name on my stone tablet... Ugh!" As the dagger sank into his back, the murderer's eyes widened, and in his pupils was the reflection of An Yinong, the reflection of a smile.

"You like me, what does it matter to me?"

With the last bit of strength, An Yinong let go of his hand, and the short dagger in his hand had already sunk into the back of the murderer, where the pulmonary artery was, the same as An Yinong's current wound.

The murderer knelt on the ground, obviously about to die, but he smiled: "Will others think we died for love?"

"Oh." An Yinong was still indifferent, he pulled out his short dagger, and pushed the assailant away with strength from where he didn't know, "Get away."

The indifference and merciless disdain directly angered the assailant, but the assailant had no strength left. He glared at An Yinong, wanting to accuse something, but spit out a big mouthful of blood.

An Yinong smiled with difficulty: "If you die, we will be eliminated, and I will forget you."

He knew how to stimulate this crazy illegitimate fan, so the assailant, who was not afraid of death, showed a panic expression and shouted: "You can't!"

"I can and I will."

The perpetrator was so angry that he vomited blood, and the world was almost dyed red.

The world was getting darker, An Yinong was panting weakly, and suddenly saw a gold-plated trophy rolling on the ground, probably rolled down during a dispute.

'The Champion of the XX Young Singer Selection Competition', with An Yinong's name engraved on it.

Recalling the high spirits when he won the award, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, and the corners of his eyes were red, but he was still smiling: life is short.

He slowly closed his eyes: If there is a next life, he will live happily and happily, and no one can make him compromise.

Consciousness drifted in the darkness, and after an unknown period of time, light gradually appeared in front of his eyes.

"let's break up."

An unfamiliar voice appeared in his ears, because he hadn't 'heard' anything for a long time, An Yinong was a little surprised and pleasantly surprised, he felt like a light cloud fell on the ground and solidified.

The world changed from blurred to clear, and An Yinong heard the sound of raindrops hitting the leaves and soil, the rhythm was so brisk and lively, beating his eardrums under the connivance of the wind, awakening his world.

How long has it been since I heard such a voice?

Surprised and at a loss, An Yinong stretched out his hands and lightly put his ears to listen to the sounds outside, his eyes gradually turned red.

"What expression do you have? Threatening me with tears?" A vague shadow loomed high above, making destructive noises.

"Hush—" An Yinong, who didn't know whether it was reality or a dream, made a mute gesture.

The tall and blurry shadow in front of him still came to pull him, and the wonderful natural music was being destroyed all the time. An Yinong, who used to have a good temper, became irritable at this moment: "Stop! Be quiet!"

He held down the mouth that was always making noise with one hand, and listened carefully to the sound of wind and rain, as well as the sound of water splashed by cars passing by the water-logged road in the distance.

Like a symphony.

A bright smile bloomed on An Yinong's face, happiness faded from his eyes and spread to the corners of his mouth, and tiny stars seemed to flicker in his eyes: Long time no see, voice.

It wasn't until his clothes were soaked that An Yinong calmed down. He looked up at the tall man whose lips were covered, feeling a little dazed: "Who are you? Huh?"

An Yinong touched his Adam's apple, is his voice a hoarse, smokey voice?

"Why are you pretending to be stupid?" The tall man pushed his hand away, "I don't know who I am? Zhao Ze."

An Yinong looked at him carefully, but he had no impression.He hesitated: "Zhao Ze?" Who is it?

This tall man who called himself Zhao Ze was manic, as if he was angry: "I'm here to inform you that we broke up."

separate?

When did his vision become so bad?

An Yinong couldn't remember who this person was anyway, he looked around vigilantly, was it a spoof variety show?

"Have we dated?"

Zhao Ze, who couldn't hold back his temper, had a dark face, "Don't pretend to be crazy, I won't take this. Because you don't want to break up, you even used the trick of amnesia?"

He grabbed An Yinong's wrist and held it tightly.An Yinong broke away, his expression darkened and he was very unhappy: "I really don't know you, do you recognize the wrong person?"

"Don't know me? Even if you make an excuse, you should find a good one."

Looking at his red wrist, An Yinong was in a bad mood: "I don't know who you are, but if I'm the person you're looking for, I can't wait to agree to break up.

"Being with someone like you who is overconfident and violent is cruel to yourself."

"Ha," Zhao Ze seemed to have heard some joke, "I'm overconfident? Ke Yinong, don't forget how you tried to please me back then. I'm overconfident, so what are you?"

His confident, granted, superior posture is greasy and disgusting, like an overnight dish with a layer of congealed oil floating on it.

An Yinong didn't like this attitude and tone very much. He took a step forward, with a dangerous smile on his face: "You say I'm flattering you?"

Because of this sudden movement, Zhao Ze's heart beat two beats faster, and he was frightened: "What do you want?"

"I want to beat you up."

An Yinong was drenched, the rain dripped from the tips of his hair onto his face, his eyes were moistened with soft light, very energetic and intimidating.

When Zhao Ze came to his senses, he had already been forced to retreat to the side of the car, with his back leaning against the car door.His newly washed car was waxed, and the place where his fingers touched was slippery and cold.

An Yinong still stared at him, his face probably showed a kind of displeasure at being offended, without the humbleness of the past.

Zhao Ze even felt that this shy and introverted person would really hit someone at this time.Young Master Zhao, who claimed to be a civilized person who had never fought before, couldn't help feeling timid.

Impossible, he dare not.

Zhao Ze told himself that killing the person opposite him was a stern trick: if he really dared to do it, he would not be polite.Moreover, if he moved his hand, he would never get up again in this life.

"Huh?" An Yinong narrowed his eyes, the people in front of him had a disgusting arrogance and conceit of the so-called "rich and powerful". These people were spoiled by the resources they had, and they were always unscrupulous.So what resources does this person have?Will it affect him?

He decided to understand the situation before making plans.

"Break up, right? OK, I agree."

"Huh?" These words 'woke up' Zhao Ze, he saw An Yinong took a step back, brushing his finger slowly through the drenched bangs, his eyes were indifferent, and he abandoned him like trash.

Zhao Ze was ashamed and angry, and smiled back in anger: "No, I don't want to break up again. Are you happy? I won't break up."

"Neuropathy."

"I'm so courageous, Ke Yinong, what do you think you are? Do you believe that I can make you unable to stay in this city?"

Sure enough, he is a stupid rich second generation, and his lines are all standard brainless.

Can't stay in this city?Then change the city, what a big deal?

An Yinong no longer wanted to communicate with this kind of person who could not communicate, so he took out his mobile phone and wanted to call the police, but found that it was not his mobile phone.

He seemed to realize something, looked up and looked around, and found that he was on a winding mountain road, with no villages or shops, only a strange black car parked on the side of the road, and an unclaimed umbrella on the ground.

He finally felt something was wrong.

"Ke Yinong." Zhao Ze tugged at An Yinong angrily, but when he met those dazed eyes, he froze for a moment, and his rising anger was miraculously calmed down.

"You were sharp-tongued just now, what's your expression now? You..."

"Get out." Before Zhao Ze finished speaking, An Yinong threw out the word 'get out'.

His violent temper, which had just been calmed down, reappeared: "Okay, break up, you said it yourself, don't regret it, whoever regrets it is the grandson."

"Whoever mentions the grandson, it won't be me anyway."

The furious Zhao Ze drove away, stepped on the accelerator and drove to [-] yards, An Yinong stood alone in the rain.

"People I don't know, places I don't know, I don't even know the place names on the street signs... I can't be dreaming, right? Only in dreams can I hear the 'voice'."

"This is not a dream."

The wind stops, the rain stops, and the world draws a still symbol.

An abstract thumbnail appeared out of nowhere, floating in the air with his hips akimbo looking at him.

"Hello host, I am your exclusive system, you can call me Xiaoqi."

"System?" An Yinong looked puzzled.

"Is it strange to hear a voice suddenly? Because you have traveled through time, and now you are standing here as another person. Do you remember that you died? Someone sneaked into your house and hid in your cabinet..."

An Yinong froze for a moment, a gushing bloody liquid and a knife appeared in front of his eyes.The old trophies rolled on the carpet, the grunts turned, the clocks turned, and the world began to spin.

"I am dead?"

This key word opened up his subconsciously forgotten memory, An Yinong stretched out his hand to caress his forehead, the peace in his heart was disturbed.

"Now do you remember?"

An Yinong put down his hands: "What's your purpose in bringing me here?"

"Help me with the task!" The system waved its hand, and several distorted children's graffiti-like pictures appeared in the air.

"This is a work." It pointed to something similar to a book or a picture, "This work has become a world for a certain reason. However, due to the problems of some works themselves, this derivative world is deformed, and it is easy to be like Bubble Same, bang, cracked."

The system draws a burst bubble.

"What's the problem?" An Yinong asked.

"Take this world as an example. As the second protagonist, 'Ke Yinong' resists fate and refuses to return to his place. At the price of disappearing, he hopes that the first protagonist will feel pain and regret everything he has done."

"...The consequences of breaking up after a broken relationship are so serious?"

"I don't know the details, anyway, this world issued a mission to save itself, hoping that someone can replace the disappearing 'Ke Yinong' and prevent the world from breaking.

"I am the auxiliary system, and you, dear tasker, your task is to replace him."

"Instead of being broken up?"

"No," the system said meaningfully, "Slap this man's face hard instead of him. Step on this self-righteous and arrogant guy and ruthlessly ravage him."

An Yinong crossed his arms and took a step back: "I refuse."

"Eh?"