Every world I die young

No matter how thoughtful Bai Qing was, she would never have imagined that Mo Yinglan did this on purpose. In the dormitory separated by a wall, Song Changyi sat cross-legged on the ground. On his knee, he held a pure white crystal nucleus in his right hand, and a used syringe was thrown on the bed.

Song Changyi's skin changed from a healthy wheat color to blood red, and the surface of the skin was chapped with fine and dense cracks, and the blood continued to flow down the wound. In an instant, Song Changyi's entire upper body was stained red with blood.

His expression didn't change, as if he wasn't the one dripping with blood. Song Changyi pinched the crystal nucleus with his fingers, and pure white mist rose from the surface of the crystal nucleus, covering Song Changyi's right hand.

The mist seemed to be alive, and after coiling around his hand a few times, it melted into his body.

The mist seemed to have magical powers, and soon stopped Song Changyi's chapped skin, stopped the bleeding, and returned to normal white and delicate skin, which looked smooth.

However, in just a moment, the smooth skin cracked again, blood flowed out again, Song Changyi's face gradually turned pale, and his body trembled slightly.

As the blood flowed, Song Changyi's face became paler and paler, but he still ignored it until the crystal nucleus stopped overflowing with mist, and Song Changyi threw the crystal nucleus into his mouth.

Then, Song Changyi's expression suddenly distorted, as if he was in extreme pain, blood and tears even oozed from the corners of his eyes, and it took an unknown amount of time before Song Changyi opened his closed eyes.

He lowered his head and looked. There was a thick layer of blood coagulated on the ground, and the amount of bleeding was huge. If it was placed on an ordinary person, he would have lost too much blood and died. Although Song Changyi's complexion was as pale as gold paper , but the eyes are very calm.

His skin also turned into an abnormal pale color, but Song Changyi slowly gathered his five fingers, his forearm muscles were slightly raised, and he looked not only not weak, but very powerful.

Song Changyi's eyes had completely turned blood red like a zombie at this moment. He blinked, and his hair was also very long. The hair that could reach shoulders was already very long, but now it is even longer.

Long hair covered Song Changyi's eyes. He stood up from a pool of blood, his trousers were stained with blood. Combined with his pale skin and dead breath around him, it is no exaggeration to say that if Song Changyi Chang Yi lowered his head and remained motionless now, [-]% would be regarded as a zombie.

Song Changyi put on his jacket again, took out the contact lenses he had prepared in advance in his jacket pocket, and put them on. Then he tugged at his long hair that was about to grow to his waist. He was careless. I knew it would grow so long. He should have prepared a pair of scissors in advance.

However, the matter has come to this point, and it is meaningless to say anything, Song Changyi calmly pushed open the dormitory door, and Mo Yinglan, who had been waiting outside the door for a long time, turned her head to look at him excitedly.

When he saw his body clearly, he was stunned, "Senior? How did you become like this?"

Hearing this, Wu Jie also turned his head to look at him. For a moment, he was also stunned. The young man in front of him was extremely pale and his black hair was scattered behind his head. a feeling of.

Moreover, Wu Jie saw a flash of black light on his exposed forearm in a trance, absorbed by his skin, and disappeared without a trace.

Wu Jie's heart sank. He always felt that Song Changyi before was a scourge, which was terrifying, but now Song Changyi looked like an ordinary person after recovering from a serious illness, with a restrained edge, but even more terrifying.