During the collapse of the world [Quick Transmigration]

Gu Muqiu said: "Regret?"

"It's nothing." Zhang Linxu shook his head. The wind and rain were blowing and the leaves were rustling. His supposedly calm heart was strangely chaotic. His expression was in a daze, and he paused for a while, "Gu Muqiu."

"Ok?"

He wanted to say "we may die together", but the words came to his lips, and he swallowed them back.

The thin mist began to gather into a thick barrier, Yuanyuan and Xinyan reacted flatly, only Gu Muqiu frowned slightly towards the distance, "Why is this fog getting thicker?"

Zhang Linxu asked in surprise, "Can you see it?"

Gu Muqiu turned her head to look at Yuan Yuan and Shen Yan, but found that the couple was motionless, as if they were in a state of meditation, and when they looked closely, their eyes were straight and their bodies were stiff, as if they were in a state of wandering away after being plotted against.He straightened up instantly.

The sound of the rain stopped, the sound of the wind faded away, and everything was quiet for a moment, Zhang Linxu was beside him, quietly took his hand, and said softly: "I remember I once told you that I never I never knew your real name."

Gu Muqiu would have laughed at this somewhat funny remark in normal times, but in the increasingly weird atmosphere, he inexplicably stopped talking, only stared at Zhang Linxu, and remained silent.

Zhang Linxu also noticed the situation of Yuan Yuan and Xin Yan, and it was only the last thing the system did for him. At this moment, he was finally able to be alone with Gu Muqiu. Although time was short, it seemed that some words were not so important. Difficult, he took a breath, and asked with a smile: "Gu Muqiu, why do you like me?"

Gu Muqiu opened his mouth.

Zhang Linxu didn't wait for him to make a sound, and immediately said: "I like you as much as you like me now, and I like you very, very, very much. But if you ask me why now, I can't answer it, so I don't want to." Your answer."

"No, I can probably answer it," Gu Muqiu stretched out his hand, covering his right cheek, overflowing with tenderness, "I like you because God destined me to like you."

Zhang Linxu was taken aback when he heard this answer.

"Before I saw you, I dreamed of you more than once," Gu Muqiu pointed at his temple with a slender finger, "God made me like you, and after I met you, I found that I really like you."

Zhang Linxu had a sore nose and paused: "Then what if you don't like it?"

"How could it be?" Gu Muqiu pinched his face, "There is no 'if' possibility."

Zhang Linxu suddenly thought of a word called "sweet talk".

Now it is the first time in his life that he has experienced the meaning of this word. The sweet and fragrant love is fascinating. His whole body is sometimes enthusiastic and sometimes depressed, and the remaining fears in his heart are uprooted by Gu Muqiu's seemingly light words. When he got up, he burst into tears: "Gu Muqiu, I'm actually really afraid of death."

Gu Muqiu didn't understand why, so Zhang Linxu wiped away his tears and burrowed into his arms, saying in a muffled voice, "But I still want to be with you, and we will never see each other again when I get home, I will never see you again You, after thinking about it, I think it's better to die together."

Obviously, the dawn of hope is close in front of his eyes, but he just gave up. Even he himself doesn't know what kind of madness he has.

Gu Muqiu hugged him, although he didn't understand what he was talking about, but his heart was filled with unprecedented excitement - as if he had been waiting for this answer for so many years, and suddenly got what he wanted, and the joy almost overwhelmed him.

"How could you die?" He hugged him tightly and whispered in his heart, "How could I let you die."

The fog was coming closer.

Behind him, Zhang Linxu saw a tree being engulfed by the mist, and gradually scattered into powder factors invisible to the naked eye. This time, the decomposition was gradual, slow and almost tortured. His pupils shrank slightly, and he hugged Gu Muqiu even more tremblingly.

Turning her head slightly, Yuan Yuan and Xin Yan were nowhere to be found. Maybe it was because of the failure of the mission, or because of the completion of the mission, they were dealt with immediately as key figures in the collapsed world.

Gu Muqiu felt that there was something wrong with his strength, and he also noticed the strangeness of the scene in front of him. He wanted to push away, but was hugged tightly by Zhang Linxu, and whispered: "I heard from the system... When it is disassembled, it will not be broken. It hurts, I don't feel anything."

He choked up a little: "You must remember me fiercely, remember me forever, even if you die, even if you become the tiniest speck of dust in the universe, you must still remember me."

Gu Muqiu touched the top of his head, tilted his head and kissed his temples, and replied softly: "Okay."

While crying heartbroken, he suddenly remembered Alsop in the last world. The man's handsome and resolute face rarely showed great fluctuations. He was also crying like he is now, watching with tears like rain. He died in the explosion.

The world has been reduced to a small square around them.

Large expanses of white space enveloped them.

When the body was about to lose consciousness, Zhang Linxu vaguely heard the voice of the system, [The intersection point of the parallel world has been detected, and the soul transfer will be carried out in one second, and the host will be sent to the world of belonging, please prepare for the shuttle Prepare. 】

Zhang Linxu was shocked: "But I have already chosen to stay here?!"

His five senses were blocked, and he couldn't struggle with his hands and feet. He was just in the state of a soul, and a second was fleeting. He was still in a state of horror, and his eyes were completely dark.

Zhang Linxu woke up suddenly from sobbing, the quilt fell to the ground with his violent struggle, a weak wind was blown up, and then he calmed down.

The things were calm, but the person hadn't recovered yet. He sat on the bed panting heavily, and coughed twice because of being too excited. There are faint bulges of blue veins on the forehead.

The sun shines in through the window unobstructed. There are no curtains in the house. His eyes follow his arms and glance at the embroidered lampshade. Red, budding.

The bedside alarm clock reads 07:30.

He had nothing to love, covered his eyes with his arms, and lay back quietly.

The silence in the room was terrifying, and for a while there was only his sobbing, and it was hard to tell whether it was the pain caused by the parting of life or the lingering fear of the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

This was his own bedroom, but when he came back after undergoing a series of changes, he felt a little strange in a daze, and his mood was gloomy and terrifying.

After lying down like this for more than an hour, at about [-]:[-], Zhang Linxu slowly sat up again, and his dull brain began to function—even if it was a weekend holiday, his mother should come to wake him up.

But what about people?