Quick Transmigration: Why Do You Dress Up as the Villain’s Little Brother Every Time?

Is the mission over?

The wandering soul asked questions from the bottom of his heart.

Yu Congbai didn't understand, he didn't understand why Jiang Lucheng would kill him...

At this moment, in front of his eyes was a dense fog, and he couldn't even see his five fingers when he stretched out his hand. The white fog was so thick that he could touch it, with a refreshing coolness.

He stood there, not knowing where to go.There were bursts of roaring sounds from one direction in the mist.

He subconsciously ran towards the roar.

With a sudden heartbeat, Yu Congbai's feet lost weight and fell down.

The sounds of the world became clearer, the sound of chaotic footsteps, the loud sound of the alarm bell, and the sound of a heartbeat in front of him all filled his ears.

Jiang Lucheng, whose chin was full of stubble, pulled out the syringe, hugged the person in his arms tightly, and silently shed a line of tears.

Seeing the eyes of the person in his arms change from gray-white to gray-brown, he knew that his research was successful.

The feeling of this embrace is very warm and very sad.

Yu Congbai couldn't help but think of that dream a long time ago, he seemed to be able to see that person's face clearly.

But he couldn't say anything, just lost his voice.

There was a thread stitched around his neck, and the thread had not been removed and had remained there.

However, after waking up for a moment, the control of his body was not completely in Yu Congbai's hands. He broke the chains on his hands and feet and bit the white neck in front of him.

The young man under him didn't resist, and the expression on his face didn't change at all, with a hint of joy in his eyes.

Controlling other people's lives gave Jiang Lucheng the greatest satisfaction in his heart, but he found another real joy in his demented heart.

"sorry."

When Yu Congbai really reacted, there was a fishy and sweet taste in his mouth. He said sorry from his injured throat with difficulty, but continued to bite down fiercely.

No reason.

It's pure revenge, just wanting to drag the person who dragged himself to hell to hell, maybe the other party is already in hell.

He doesn't care so much, he doesn't want to explain, and he doesn't want to do tasks...

Yu Congbai's slightly squinted eyes hide a look that is exactly the same as that of Jiang Lucheng back then.

After staying alone in the silent fog for an indefinite amount of time, he was going crazy!

Just biting and biting, Yu Congbai let go of the force in his mouth, changed from biting to licking, and there was a gentle stroking behind his head.

"Jiang Lucheng..." he shouted hoarsely.

The hand moved from the back of Yu Congbai's head to his neck, stroking the scar with cool fingertips, Jiang Lucheng whispered in his ear, "I'm sorry."

"What's the use of being sorry?"

After re-speaking, in addition to being stagnant, the boy's accent was full of grievances and dissatisfaction that he could not imagine.

What is wronged, what is dissatisfied, he urgently needs an outlet.

Slowly raising his head, Yu Congbai lowered his eyes to look at the person in front of him. Jiang Lucheng has changed a lot, but he is still beautiful, but it is a pity that he is rough.

His eyes fell on the red lips, and within a second, he lowered his head and found the target object accurately.

The fingers placed on the back of Yu Congbai's neck couldn't help shrinking, and then clasped them tightly.

Someone's heartbeat was messed up, someone's heartbeat calmed down, it was only then that Jiang Lucheng realized something was wrong.

He stretched out a hand to rest on Yu Congbai's chest, and there was silence without any movement.

However, Yu Congbai thought that Jiang Lucheng was trying to push him away, so a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes, and he grabbed the opponent's hand.

"You'll say sorry too?"

He satirized in a low voice with red eyes, water at the end of his eyes, his crow-colored eyelashes trembling slightly, Yu Congbai finally pulled him up from the ground.

As long as Jiang Lucheng doesn't speak, then he wins, Yu Congbai can't tell from his face that he really wants to tear that face apart to see what's hidden underneath.

There was a chaotic sound of footsteps outside the door, and Jiang Lucheng locked the door early in the morning.

A small open box was placed on the clean white table top, and a row of injections were placed on the black flannelette, which contained a transparent liquid.

Jiang Lucheng couldn't let go and grabbed his hand, so he closed the small box with his other hand.

Hope is in this box, the real hope, the one desired by all, naturally there is one of them.

I'm sorry I only said it once, if I say it too much, then it's not Jiang Lucheng.

"Ding, the task has been completed."

System 501 reminded, but Yu Congbai didn't hear anything. He stared at the hand in his hand, gradually losing sight of everything.

"Host, host,..."