Little Mr. is one hundred years old

'If, I really...disappeared in this world...I also hope to leave something...to prove that I have existed in this world...'

Long Zhao looked at him: "I won't let you disappear." '

'It's too late...Long Zhao...You said the two of us, who owes whom?Past lives and present lives are often repeated and entangled..." Qing Huan lowered her head: "If there is an afterlife...we are clear about each other, how will passers-by be?"

Long Zhao sneered and hugged him: "Impossible... But in the past, present, or future lives, I will hold you, whether you love me or hate me, I will not let go." '

Qing Huan shook her head: "It's too late..."

"As long as I have a soul, as long as you have a breath in this world, I will find you and bind you..."

'...'

……

There was silence around my ears.

Qing Huan opened her eyes and woke up from that gloomy dream.The lamp above his head was shining brightly, and the bed under him was so soft that it made people feel at ease.

The fusion was successful, and now five souls have been integrated into his body.

The advantage of the patchwork of souls is that his memory has been restored a little bit, and the other disadvantage is that his body is compatible with the feelings for those people at the same time. When he thinks of almost everyone, his mind will affected.

It's... a really scary feeling.

Standing in front of that door, Qing Huan can imagine the world after opening this door——he will face those people, and face a world that needs to be rediscovered...

Qing let out a sigh of relief, then slowly turned the doorknob——

Anyway, sooner or later, you have to face it.

--segmentation--

"I have said long ago that human beings are fragile, they will get sick and die... He is sick, so... he will die."

Qing Huan stared at M in a daze, then shifted her gaze to Chen Ziran: "Chen Ziran...you have... a disease that will kill you... Is it true?"

Chen Ziran knew that he couldn't be full anymore, and stroked Qing Huan's hair with his hand: "Life and death are destiny, I'm just a body of flesh and blood, what should come will always come, it's just a matter of time."

"I don't want..." Qing Huan hugged Chen Ziran's waist, and clung to him tightly: "I don't want...Chen Ziran, I don't want you to die...you don't want to die...impossible...you won't... ...If you die, I don't want to be resurrected...I will accompany you as a ghost..."

M was at the side, seeing Qing Huan embracing Chen Ziran, he was upset at first, but after hearing what Qing Huan said later, he didn't even want the resurrection he had been thinking about, and he wanted to accompany him to be a ghost... M walked over, condescendingly Looking at Qing Huan: "Mr. Bai."

Suddenly hearing M's voice that was different from usual, Qing Huan raised her head and looked up at him.

"I don't care about the life or death of others, but you must be resurrected."

"If I'm resurrected," Qing Huan frowned, "but Chen Ziran died, what's the point?"

M paused: "Is it because of him that you were resurrected?"

Qing Huan nodded without thinking: "When I am resurrected, Chen Ziran will be happy, and if he is happy, I will be happy."

Hearing what Qing Huan said, Chen Ziran's heart warmed up, and his fingers clasped with Qing Huan's - even though this was not what the original Qing Huan said, but he was very satisfied to hear this sentence from his mouth up.

When M heard this, the expression on his face froze for a moment, and then he suddenly laughed a few times, with a sharp and piercing tone: "If Mr. Bai can be happy... that would be great..."

After saying this, M turned and left. He opened the glass French window and walked outside. The door of the French window closed slowly and automatically.

Qing Huan stared at the direction where M was leaving, in a daze, and slowly withdrew her gaze, but...

The sound of "snap" - startled Qing Huan, and Qing Huan subconsciously covered his ears. When he looked over, he realized that the glass door that had been closed just now suddenly shattered in one piece, and It was the kind that was shattered into powder, and fell to the ground, and there was a dazzling white light in my eyes...

Qing Huan was stunned before he realized——M was really angry.

Usually M is smiling in front of him, despite the strange aura trilogy on his body, the two of them get along very harmoniously, such as eating, watching TV--M will accompany him, and he is just like him. participants.

Qing Huan feels that although the species are different, they can also become good friends.

However, just now, Qing Huan felt the great pressure brought by M, even a little scary.

"Chen Ziran..." Qing Huan stared at Chen Ziran: "I just...did I say something wrong?"

Chen Ziran smiled slightly: "No, in my opinion, what you said is very good..." Of course Chen Ziran was not happy enough.

"But M..."

"Him? Cough..." Chen Ziran said slowly, "He's just... jealous."

envy……

--segmentation--

Qing Huan went to the garden to look for M, but she didn't see him after searching around, then she inadvertently looked up and found that M was lying on the roof, looking like he was sleeping...

Qing Huan thought for a while, then flew up to the roof, and carefully sat down beside M—the cloak hat on top of M's head covered his eyes, so Qing Huan couldn't see whether he was asleep or not...it should be asleep Alright.

Although there is a slightly ferocious scar on M's face, his facial features are profoundly handsome, not as bold and tough as many European and American men, but more inclined to the Eastern style of aesthetics - imagine, if you change your body That strange black cloak, and if the scar is removed, he should be a handsome man who can attract countless girls to turn back when he walks on the street.

Qing Huan quietly stretched out her hand, wanting to take off the hat that covered M's eyes, but just as her hand touched the brim of the hat, a strong hand grabbed her wrist——

"M?" Qing Huan asked tentatively.

M took off the hat with the other hand, opened his eyes, and stared at Qing Huan with silver-gray eyes: "Mr. Bai, it's not a good boy to disturb people's sleep."

Obviously the corners of his mouth were raised, but Qing Huan felt that he was really in a bad mood——

"M, I'm here to find you..."

M let go of Qing Huan's hand, still maintaining the lying posture: "What does Mr. Bai want from me?"

"I..." Qing Huan carefully observed M's expression: "Are you angry?"

M smiled at Qing Huan: "Hehe...how did Mr. Bai see that I was angry?"

The glass door was shattered just now... You are not angry... and although you are smiling now, there is obviously no smile in your eyes...

Qing Huan pursed her lips: "M, I also know that you are angry with me, aren't you? I said something wrong just now, it's my fault..."

"Oh?" M looked at him: "What did Mr. Bai say wrong?"

"I... I shouldn't be brave for a while, saying... that I don't want to be resurrected..." Seeing that M didn't interrupt him, Qing Huan continued, "I know, you all did a lot of things to bring me back to life... You came here from England... I shouldn't be irresponsible to say that you don't want to be resurrected..."

"Really? The resurrection is Mr. Bai's own business. Why should I be angry?" Still smiling.

Qing Huan felt the feeling of not being taken seriously, he grabbed M's hand: "M, really... I admit my mistake, okay? Don't be angry... I won't be willful anymore..." The tone is almost coquettish.

The corners of M's lips are curved: "Mr. Bai thinks I'm angry because Mr. Bai said that he doesn't want to be resurrected?"

Qing Huan looked innocently: "Isn't it?"

"Actually, what made me even angrier..." M held Qing Huan's hand and exerted force suddenly. Before Qing Huan could react, she felt a rotation, and then she was crushed under M's body—"Bai Mr. actually jumped into the arms of other men in front of me like that...and then excluded me..."

"...Huh?" Qing Huan was still a little dull.

"Mr. Bai can't remember." M locked Qing Huan's eyes from top to bottom: "We have gone through the ceremony and are already official partners."

What does it mean to be a partner...officially a partner...?

Qing Huan's mind was in a mess, and what made his mind muddy was still behind—M lowered her head, held his thin and delicate lips, licked, penetrated...

What's the situation now……

Before this, Qing Huan had always regarded M as a friend who could share certain hobbies, but now...

As soon as the kiss was over, M's original low pressure seemed to disappear in an instant, his silver-grey eyes regained their brilliance, and as he licked his lips, M smiled and said, "Hehe, although it's a little lighter...but it still smells like Mr. Bai... "