The sick and weak beauty is caught in the infinite Shura field

Lin Zhaoyun's scalp was numb, but he immediately declared to 886 in his heart: These are all part of the background setting and have nothing to do with me.

886 paused for a moment: [In fact, the system will customize a separate plot according to your own personality. 】

Lin Zhaoyun was stunned: What do you mean?

886: [If your character is cold and aloof, then the plot that White said will not happen. 】

886: [For example, if you change to a cold and arrogant player.White can only say, you are ignoring Mr. again, how much time Mr. spent trying to coax you, how many gifts he bought to coax you, but you still ignore him, and so on.Rather than the current words. 】

886: [In the last world, because of the plot framework, there was a specific plot of your confession to the school grass.But what White is saying now, there is a high probability that it is a pre-plot simulated based on your own personality and temperament. 】

886: [That is to say, the things they said will happen to you with a high probability. 】

Lin Zhaoyun: Impossible!This is absolutely impossible!

He couldn't possibly do what White said.

886 was silent for a moment, and said: [Cough, do you still remember the first dungeon where you opened your mouth to show me if the tip of your tongue was broken? 】

Lin Zhaoyun: ...

886: [You also asked Anthony to apply medicine, press your back, and rub your bruises. 】

Lin Zhaoyun: ...

886: [The algorithm error of the main system should not be too big, and I just took a look at it, and the fit between your character and the setting of your ex-husband's npc is almost 100%. 】

886: [In a sense, these things may have happened in reality, that is to say, the system has simulated your character design and gone through the previous plot. 】

Lin Zhaoyun wanted to cover his ears and refuse to listen, but he didn't believe it!

886 continued to add fuel to the flames: [Think about it, if there was a mission to please and attract that "big shot", what method would you use? 】

Lin Zhaoyun was rendered speechless by 886, and became a little annoyed.

886 hurriedly shut up in a timely manner.

The palm attached to his ankle was so hot that Lin Zhaoyun felt uncomfortable and brought him back to his senses.

"Then, White, is it true that you will be there every night..." Lin Zhaoyun couldn't answer the question just now, so he threw the question back.

Half-kneeling White raised his eyes, his sharp eyes looked straight at the beautiful and frail little lady through his messy black hair: "Yes."

"As Mr.'s bodyguard, except for the necessary sleeping time, meals, and going to the toilet, everything else must follow Mr.

"Where you can't see."

"Especially, in the second half of the night."

Once again, I was so embarrassed that I picked my toes.

Lin Zhaoyun's whole body was numb, while White started to take off his other pair of shoes, his rough fingertips scratched the side of his ankle bone from time to time, itching and a little numb.

White is slender, wearing a slightly tight black leather jacket, his muscles are clearly defined by the leather jacket.

He rolled his eyes, and could only mutter in embarrassment: "In the second half of the night, Xin, thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard."

"You and Monsieur probably weren't asleep then either."

"It's the moment when my husband relaxes his vigilance the most. I must always pay attention to the movement in the room."

Lin Zhaoyun: ...

The tips of his ears on his bowed head were already red.

Obviously it wasn't something he did, but after being analyzed by that villain of 886, he became very concerned, as if he had experienced it personally, as if he had really done it.

886 is necrotic!

886: […]

And when those things happened, White in front of him was standing in an unknown corner, paying attention to everything in the room.

He could even hear everything clearly.

Even though He Huaishu was wearing women's clothing in the last dungeon, it was not as embarrassing as it is now.

White put his shoes aside, stood up and bowed down: "You go to bed earlier."

"If you need it at night, please call me."

Lin Zhaoyun wasn't sleepy yet, so he walked around the study after washing up.

The era of this copy is located in the last century. There are no mobile phones, computers, and TV sets, only retro desk lamps and books.

A certain important person once sat in the wide seat, Lin Zhaoyun sat on it and saw a photo of himself and that important person on the desk.

Still very young, his strong and hard-line aura blows through the not-so-clear black-and-white photos.

Sitting next to him, with his legs together, he was a little stiff, but the big man put his arms around him, as if he wanted to relax himself.

Opening an unclosed book on the table, there was a page that looked like a closed bookmark, as he slowly opened it, Lin Zhaoyun's fine white fingertips trembled, and his chest felt numb for no reason.

It was a sketch of myself.

The brush strokes are delicate and lifelike.

It's like a lot of love poured into it.

This kind of detail made Lin Zhaoyun feel a little involved.

Suddenly, it was as if I really had a husband who had a good relationship and was very possessive, and he died so suddenly, leaving behind many memories.

But soon, Lin Zhaoyun denied one of his claims, not that he was very possessive, but that his possessiveness reached a pathological level.

There are portraits and photos of Lin Zhaoyun in each book, and Lin Zhaoyun's belongings are stored in the cabinet, marked with "the silk cloth that wiped the corner of the mouth", "gloves that I don't like after wearing it once", etc.

There are traces of him everywhere.

He slowly walked back to the room, got back into the big bed, and buried himself in it.

886 inexplicably felt that Lin Zhaoyun was a little depressed.

In the middle of the night, there were some rustling sounds, and the lying person seemed unable to fall asleep.

White, who had been hiding in the corner all this time, frowned and quietly walked to Lin Zhaoyun's side without making a sound.

Lin Zhaoyun's whole body was buried in the quilt, White gently lifted the corner of the quilt, Lin Zhaoyun seemed to be suddenly disturbed in the quilt, half-opened his eyes, his eyes were red and his shoulders were trembling.

The light from the desk lamp diffused soft light through the translucent lampshade, hitting the beautiful face, and the tip of the pink nose wrinkled.

The light seems to have applied a soft filter to him, making him look more delicate and weak, and the face seems to be blown away with a light blow.

"Can't you sleep?"

He was completely curled up, hugging his curled calf, and was suffocated by the quilt all the time, the hair tail at the back of his neck stuck to his delicate neck.

The silk pajamas were crumpled and messed up by the fragile fingertips embracing her.

Lin Zhaoyun shook his head, his eyelashes fluttered with the shaking of his head.

"What's the matter with you?" Like a very fragile crystal, White didn't even dare to speak loudly. He bent down and approached him. The tip of his nose seemed to smell the faint fragrance of Lin Zhaoyun's body. His head was a little dizzy. Lip asked him in a low voice: "Do you want to call the family doctor?"

"No." Lin Zhaoyun's voice was muffled, softly, with a little breath.

White's breathing became deeper, and several broken images flashed through his mind inexplicably, the images that once happened in this bedroom.

And the breathy sound that went from strong to weak to suffocated and couldn't be made anymore.

White's spine went numb.

The next moment, the slender five fingers came up, and the fingertips rested on the back of his hand, soft and delicate. At that moment, White seemed to hear the violent heartbeat that was about to jump out of his chest.

"Perhaps, miss you sir?"

I don't know why, but when he asked such a question, he felt strangely unhappy.

Even after the other party nodded without hesitation, the displeasure reached its peak.

"I can stay with you if you want."

When Lin Zhaoyun heard his words, his shoulders seemed to relax for a moment, and he slowly pushed aside the edge of his quilt, sat up with his arms slumped and his shoulders slumped, and half leaned against the head of the bed: "White, can you... can you sit with me for a while ?"

"Of course." Lin Zhaoyun, who had been stuffed in the quilt for so long, was soaked in a thin layer of wet sweat, which was soft and warm. After half of Lin Zhaoyun's body was almost leaned over, White's body was completely numb on that side.

"Do you miss sir?" White asked again.

"Hmm..." The voice sounded muffled with a hint of imperceptible crying.

White has been staring sideways at Lin Zhaoyun's expression changes. He frowned when he heard what he asked, his eyelashes began to tremble, then retracted, his lips trembled, and finally the corners of his eyes drooped, as if he was about to cry, like Had to accept the fact that her husband died.

"Perhaps you can talk to me and feel better."

Lin Zhaoyun pursed his lips tightly. From White's perspective, his lower lip was squeezed thin, and the pink became transparent, close to flesh-colored.

"What would you like to eat tomorrow morning?"

"I heard that the grapes that have matured in the vineyard recently are particularly sweet."

"I still want to eat a beautiful cream cake, the kind with fruit..."

White has a clumsy tongue and a clumsy way of coaxing people, a little flustered.

Lin Zhaoyun shook his head weakly and remained silent for a while, then suddenly he turned his head and raised his eyes slightly, his curled eyelashes lifted up to see White.

"Perhaps, you know, who killed him..."

"Is there anyone who doubts..."

Austin didn't die in front of Lin Zhaoyun, he died in the study, no trauma was found, and there seemed to be no signs of poisoning.

Such high-risk groups will prepare their wills in advance.

The will is in his safe.

In addition to emphasizing that if he died, the body must be fully preserved, he gave Lin Zhaoyun 80.00% of the estate except for the property owned by his younger brother.

The will is handwritten, no doubt about it.

No one can force Austin to write a will against his will.

Therefore, under the appraisal of many legal officers, this will took effect.

As soon as the news spread, it shook the entire continent.

No one would believe that the beautiful man Austin hid in the house like a canary would get all this.

Many suspicions arose.

The most popular guess is that the beautiful Canary lured Austin to write the will on the bed.

After all, when all men are in bed, it's best to talk.

But White, who has followed Austin for so many years, immediately ruled out this possibility.

That is impossible.

No matter what, Austin could not be coaxed into writing a will.

"I don't know." White shook his head. He still doesn't understand that Austin's strange death can be without any warning when he is following closely.

His expression was blank for a moment: "It seems to have a ghost."

Lin Zhaoyun pulled his calf out of the quilt, curled it up to his chest and wrapped it with his forearm, obviously disappointed: "Well..."

After being silent for a few minutes, Lin Zhaoyun couldn't hold on any longer, slipped down and slipped back into the bedding again.

"Thank you White, I'm a little sleepy."

"I'm right there, you can call me anytime."

"Hmm..." Lin Zhaoyun nodded, closed his eyes, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Someone got into his bed in the haze, Lin Zhaoyun woke up from the drowsiness, half-dreamed and half-awakened to make room for the other person, and hugged him with long and slender arms, "Sweetheart."

"Does it still hurt?"

Lin Zhaoyun ignored him, he smiled heavily: "I'm sorry, I can't control it when I see your face."

"Don't be angry, today is your favorite strawberry cake."

The screen suddenly jumped.

Lin Zhaoyun was panting for breath in the alleys on a rainy night, and ran so fast with fear that he became more and more tired. There were shouts behind him, and a group of people chased him.

It's like a game of Jungle Hunt, he's the fawn that got away.

He ran out from the alley, but couldn't run anymore.

Feeling desperate in his heart, he stopped in the middle of the street with his eyes closed, waiting for the speeding car to crush him.

He heard the sound of the car suddenly braking.

"Damn it," the driver yelled.

Opening his eyes, someone got out of the car against the light and walked up to him holding an umbrella. The chasing crowd behind him didn't dare to go forward. They recognized the person holding the umbrella.

But because the headlights were too dazzling, Lin Zhaoyun only vaguely saw his face when the other party approached...

That handsome face in the photo.

……

Lin Zhaoyun suddenly woke up from the dream, sweating profusely, his chest seemed to be clogged, he breathed heavily for a few moments before slowly calming down, his consciousness came back, his limbs were itchy, and he had almost no strength at all.

It was already half daylight, and it was gray outside the window. Lin Zhaoyun opened his eyes and stared blankly at the exquisitely patterned ceiling.

After a few minutes of sluggishness like this, he turned over with great effort, and suddenly shivered.

There is someone standing by the bed!

He sat up suddenly, and before calling out White, the other party took a step closer, and Lin Zhaoyun could see the other party's face clearly.

His browbones were deep, his light gray hair was pulled up, revealing his full forehead, but he looked very young, and his lips curled into a smile.

886 reminded him: 【Xiu, your ex-husband has another younger brother. 】

Xiu said abruptly, "Do you think Austin loves you?"

Lin Zhaoyun opened his eyes wide and stepped back, his back rested on the cushion at the head of the bed, and his neck leaned back, his exquisite and beautiful features were completely exposed, because he had just had a dream, the tip of his nose and the corners of his eyes were pink, and his forehead was still pink. There is sweat.

His lips moved: "Dear..."

"Ridiculous." The man sneered heavily.

"He loves you and gives you the inheritance."

"These will become hot potatoes after his death. Whoever owns him, if he does not have a strong influence, will definitely become the target of public criticism."

"He is such a smart person, how could he not know."

"He is just a bull's-eye for you, let us fight for it."

"It's like game hunting."

"Whoever gets the final prey is the strongest who wins this battle, and has the ability to become Europe's next Godfather and inherit everything from him."

"Including...inheriting you."

Lin Zhaoyun's eyes were wide open, and the eyelashes around the eye sockets trembled violently. He moved closer to Lin Zhaoyun's auricles, and his voice was very small, as if talking about love.

"Who doesn't want to try a beautiful little thing like you."

"Others don't have the good quality of Austin's pity and tenderness. They may break you in a few strokes, throw you away when you can't use it, and you will be picked up by others."

"Everybody wants a taste of you."

"After all, you used to be from Austin."

Lin Zhaoyun hung his neck and tried to avoid the other party's chasing words, his eyelashes were curled and trembling.

He stared at Lin Zhaoyun like this, and suddenly changed the subject: "Sister-in-law, is it hard to be without brother at night?"

The palm of the palm was attached to Lin Zhaoyun's flat belly through the velvet pajamas, and he pressed it viciously: "It's uncomfortable here."

Seeing that Lin Zhaoyun didn't answer, he suddenly grinned, showing some sharp canine teeth, inexplicably looking a little sunny and harmless, but he said something terrible.

"Have you ever heard of an auction like that?"

"what……"

"Beautiful little beauties are put in small cages, naked, and put on the stage to sell."

"It may be bought by someone with a very strange hobby..."

Xiu's eyes stopped on Lin Zhaoyun's trembling lips: "Have you ever thought about this kind of result?"

Lin Zhaoyun was panicked, those words made him terrified, the sweat from his forehead slid down his cheeks, onto his pointed chin, then dripped onto his white and sticky neck, and finally slipped into his neckline.