Quickly wear the fishing style beauty be again

His god is using a particularly extreme method to make the world fall in love with his sinful and evil thoughts...

This knowledge broke Qing Ning's long-standing impression of Zhuo'an, making him look dumbfounded, his dark eyes unfocused, and his mind a mess.

Seeing his appearance, Xiaobai hugged his tail and sighed.

He had actually wanted to tell Qing Ning the truth early on, but the price of the truth was too high. He was worried that Qing Ning couldn't bear it, so he chose to keep silent.

The young man tidied up all the manuscripts in his hands, and then turned his attention to the messy waste manuscripts in the room.

If he guessed correctly, these should all be manuscripts written by the little old man.

In these realistic manuscripts, the sad current situation of the world is presented.

The arrogant die of humility, the vicious die of kindness, the irritable die of meekness, the lazy die of diligence, the greedy die of dedication, the lustful die of purity, the gluttons die of hunger...

"Boy, not many people are willing to read the manuscript I have here. If you don't want to read it, just leave it there!

There was a little old man's voice coming from outside the door, making noises like a child who hadn't grown up yet.

After a long time, the young man calmly put down the manuscript in his hand, with nothing strange on his face.

He walked out of the door naturally, raised his hand and greeted the little old man: "Old man, I have decided!"

"I want to learn from you, and I also want to write about reality!"

When the red-faced little old man heard what he said, his eyes widened in fright: "Boy, you are really incompetent!"

"The old man asked you to enter that room just to stop you from having such a stupid idea. Who knew you were still going to be more energetic!"

"Why don't you write something that the big guys like? You have to be as disgusting as the little old man, don't you?!"

The young man just smiled at his words: "Old man, you said it, this kind of thing is the closest to reality!"

"People can't always live in fantasy, we have to face reality.

Even if it's something we don't like. "

The little old man was so angry that he blew his beard, grabbed the young man by the back of his neck and pushed him all the way: "Get out of here!"

"Go back to where you came from, kid, and don't touch these things!"

The young man was pushed all the way to the door. Before he could say anything, he was thrown out by the little old man.

"Old man, you really don't hold back at all!"

The young man helplessly rubbed his sore buttocks, propped himself up by the wall, and walked slowly in the direction he came from.

This place is too shabby, too realistic, and too contradictory for a young man like him who lives in preference and idealism.

But this is only temporary.

Such an ideal boy loved by the world will continue to approach reality in the future.

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"The thought of the old era was ahead of its time and he dedicated his life to his ideal, but he did not get a good death. He died in the battlefield with roaring artillery fire, on the eve of the realization of that ideal."

"He never saw his ideal come true until his death..."

The young man took up his pen to write down this dull and painful story. His face was not moved at all, as if he had been stripped of all emotions.

He stretched and continued to write another person's story.

"The warlord of the new era, he carried out his lover's wishes until his death, and he didn't even have time to collect the bones of his lover."

"But after his death, the thick history book only recorded his achievements and was unwilling to mention a few words to his lover."

"The love between them was erased by all history, along with his lover, leaving only cold achievements..."

The young man wrote for a while, seemed to feel bored, and threw the pen aside, along with the manuscripts recording the tragedy.

Qingning stood aside and looked at his lazy look, and poked Xiaobai who was lying on his shoulder: [What do you mean when you tell me that we will reach the end of reincarnation soon? 】

[This guy doesn’t look like he’s going to die! 】

Xiaobai hugged his big tail tightly to avoid his indiscriminate prodding, and complained dissatisfiedly: "How could you curse yourself to die early like this?" ! 】

[I am anxious to see Lord God and ask him about the Judge. 】 Qingning stared at the lazy young man, his eyes getting darker and deeper: 【I need to determine his current status as soon as possible! 】

His god-sama gave him such a high position as a judge, and he carried his sins to atone for his sins in the small world. No matter how he thought about it, there was no way he would end well.

Seeing him tightening his lips, Xiaobai comforted him: "Don't worry, Lord Judge, since he chooses to do this, he will definitely prepare a corresponding escape route for himself." 】

Although she knew that what Xiaobai said was probably true, Qingning was still panicking from the bottom of her heart.

He always had an uneasy feeling.

This feeling... was as if he had returned to reality from these past memories.

It's like his god-sama will disappear.

Perhaps the young man understood what Qing Ning was thinking. He squinted and bit the penholder for a while, then turned the fruit knife in his hand and slashed hard at the blood vessels on his wrist.

noob:【! ! ! 】

[Host, why did you commit suicide? ! 】

Xiao Bai was so frightened that his hair stood up. He stared at the young man's neat movements and was so shocked that he didn't even dare to breathe.

Qingning stroked his back with one hand to smooth his hair, and fixed his eyes on the wound on the young man's wrist.

The young man's movements were very familiar, and he even deliberately avoided the clothes and dripped blood into the cup.

Combined with the scarred wounds on the young man's arms, he still had a definite guess in his mind.

This is not the first time that a young man committed suicide by slitting his wrists.

"Knock Knock-"

A sudden knock on the door interrupted the young man's bleeding action. He frowned slightly, skillfully picked up a bandage and wrapped it around the wound to make sure there would be no blood, then he quickly walked over and opened the door.

The person who came was the young man's sister. She was obviously shocked when she saw the young man's bloodless face.

"Yan Yan, why are you looking so pale?!"

The young man hid the bandaged hand behind his back and tried to look as natural as possible: "I just watched a horror movie and I was scared."

"Can someone as old as Yan Yan be scared by horror movies?" She obviously believed the young man's words. While passing the cut fruit plate, she joked: "Sister prepared some fruits for you. You Let’s eat something first to calm down the shock.”

The young man accepted the fruit plate she handed over and nodded obediently: "Thank you, sister."

She looked at her brother's cute appearance and couldn't help but rub his head.

Under her brother's puzzled gaze, she raised her hands above her head as if innocent: "Don't look at me like that!"

"It's not my fault that Yan Yan is so cute, I couldn't hold it back for a while!"

Seeing her like this, the young man showed no mercy and shut her out directly.

The sister who was locked out was obviously used to her brother's uncommunicative temperament. She touched her nose and went downstairs consciously.