Fast Time Travel: The Villain's First Love

Chapter 359 God Stick (1)

On March 21, it was sunny.

Today, I saw a scene of a passer-by dying, and gave him a warning. Without any accident, he was treated as a psychopath again, and it was still an unpleasant day.

……

Yu Jingmo sat in front of the desk, and drew a perfect ending on the paper with the tip of his pen. After closing the brown leather notebook, he leaned on the back of the chair and slowly closed his eyes. The thick blue and black under his eyes showed his recent Sleep quality.

He had already become a psychopath, four years ago, the moment the woman jumped off the stairs.

The second hand of the clock on the wall clanged and faltered, and every time the second hand made another step, he silently recited a number in his mind.

There were countless 60, he opened his eyes, the red blood in his obsidian-like pupils seemed to be heavier than before, and the stern face, which was carved like a sculpture, was even more condensed into ice at this moment.

When he stood up, his slender figure was as pine as bamboo, clean and straight, with a natural temperament.

The phone screen was lit up, and the time showed 23:21.

Holding the mobile phone in his hand, he walked out of the study unhurriedly, took a black windbreaker from the bedroom and put it on, making his tall and straight figure even taller.

He put on his shoes, turned the doorknob and walked out. The door slammed shut. The empty corridor was eerily silent, only the lights were on.

……

Mu Zhili, who asked the commander to keep an eye on the target person's movements, immediately got up from the bed when she got the news that he was on the rooftop. She knew that the target person was very defensive and could not approach him slowly, but could only be extreme.

She was wearing slippers, and took out clothes from the closet to change out of her pajamas. She didn't even comb her hair, she scratched it a few times with her fingers, covered her lips, yawned and walked outside.

At the entrance, she was planning to change into the pair of shoes she bought just the day before yesterday. After thinking about it, she decided to go barefoot. She opened the door a crack, and tentatively stepped on the marble floor with her shiny toes. The upper and lower teeth shuddered.

She circulated her spiritual power around her body, and finally a small part of her spiritual power wrapped those jade feet, and then she stepped on the cold floor with peace of mind.

It's good, it's not cold anymore.

The elevator only goes up to the 26th floor, so you have to do enough acting. Mu Zhili withdrew the spiritual power on his feet to block the coldness, and the bone-piercing cold spread from the soles of his feet to every part of his body in an instant. But for a minute, her lips were turned purple from the cold.

It was pitch black on the roof, except for the dim lights in the distance.

She couldn't see half a person, but she knew that Yu Jingmo was on the rooftop, so she pretended not to know that there was anyone here, and walked a few steps.

She didn't know what she stepped on on the sole of her foot, and there was a burning pain from the sole of her foot. She gasped, and couldn't help cursing, "It's not fun until you die!"

Mu Zhili squatted down, and when his fingers touched the soles of his feet, there was sticky moisture, which was blood.

She limped close to the guardrail, put her hands on the guardrail, sneezed, sniffed and muttered, "In my next life, I hope my life won't be so oppressive."

Sighing, she had just stepped on the iron frame on the guardrail with one foot, and hadn't exerted any force on her hand, when she heard an emotionless voice behind her, "People, there is no next life."

She seemed to be frightened. She slipped her feet and sat on the ground, frowning fiercely and got up. She turned around and leaned against the guardrail, looking for someone to talk about.

A tall and thin figure came out from the other wall above the stairs, and Mu Zhili preemptively said: "Is it scary to stay up in the middle of the night?"

He sneered, "Come here to commit suicide without sleeping in the middle of the night?"

There is no difference between day and night for Yu Jingmo, he walked in, raised his eyes to look at Mu Zhili, and his dark eyes met her defensive gaze.

He read the picture of her death from her eyes, and he really jumped from this place, falling into a puddle of flesh.

His eyes fell on her bare feet again, she came here with the intention of dying.

The same time, the same picture, is really a terrible thing.The dust-laden memory was opened, and it seemed to be a frozen picture, which was projected frame by frame before his eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up mockingly.

What problem can death solve?

He really couldn't understand why some people would choose to commit suicide, even if they were alive alone, alone in this world, with no friends, no family, and nothing to worry about, but...

No matter how hard life is, as long as you don't live, you will be fine.

In this world, everyone's way of life is different, but no one is striving for a better life.

Mu Zhili was annoyed, "It's none of your business!"

Yu Jingmo said lazily: "I am the suspect when you die, what do you say is none of my business?"

If he wasn't here today, he would have nothing to do with her suicide, but he happens to be here now. If this is the scene of the crime, he is undoubtedly the biggest suspect. When he thinks of all kinds of disputes, he feels a headache. Afraid of trouble.

As the cold wind blew past, Mu Zhili's teeth were chattering, "Since...no...you don't want to be approached by the police, so hurry up and leave."

As she said, her hands climbed onto the guardrail again, but this time before she could step on it, someone grabbed her wrist, her slender fingers were colder than her skin, and goose bumps quickly appeared on Mu Zhili's arms .

She was taken back and out of the dangerous place.

Mu Zhili shook off his hand and said impatiently, "What are you doing?"

He locked her eyes tightly, "I'm sorry, you can't die if I'm here today."

Mu Zhili was furious, "Go away!"

He didn't flinch, nor was he impatient, he just asked the question he wanted to ask, "Isn't it good to live?"

"Isn't it good to be alive?" He repeated it again, but this time he didn't look at her, as if talking to himself.

"What's the good of being alive?" She reacted too violently, her lips turned purple from the cold, "To live is to live in pain every day! Only by dying can we get relief!"

Saying this in his mouth, he curled his lips in disdain in his heart. People who want to die for anything should be strengthened. How many people desperately want to live but can't.

To live is to experience all kinds of pain, but what about death?Everything is gone, the pain is gone, and happiness is also taken away.

Thinking about if she suddenly disappeared, the world was still running without her, and the memory about her disappeared in the torrent of time, she felt that this was a terrible thing.

"Liberation, what do you need to be liberated?" He whispered, "You are at the same age as Hua, and you have only taken a step in your life."

(End of this chapter)